The woman's pupils were already well versed in blood. Scarlet blood slowly poured out of her eyes as she opened it, and the winding blood quickly wet her face.

The originally beautiful and dignified face looked like it was polluted by a demon. The scarlet blood stain made her delicate face look hideous and bloodthirsty.

But her eyes were extremely gentle. She wanted to be a gentle stream. Even though the stream was covered with blood, even though those eyes could only reflect A Wan's figure.

When mothers look at their children, their eyes are always extremely gentle.

She trembled with her hand covered in blood, held the broken rattle, and handed it to A Wan tremblingly.

She opened her lips and could only make a hoarse "ah" and "ah".

The fluorescent light emitted by the crystal stones on the cold stone wall illuminates a clear and lonely shadow on the ground.

A Wan's long and slender eyelashes drooped down, and her green vertical pupils were as quiet as the altar, calm and quiet as if they were deep and cold as if they were green and quiet in the ancient quiet forest.

She took the broken rattle, and in such a strange environment, she asked quietly and calmly: "You actually remember to bring this with you in such a crisis?"

"Ah...ah..." The woman's mouth uttered a blurry syllable.

Through the cold white light, you could vaguely see that the tongue under her lips was already black, and countless soft barbs spread out on the tongue coating, and the whole person became increasingly unfamiliar.

She struggled to pinch a corner of Awan's fiery red gilt Watanabe's sleeve, and her other hand was suffering from violent chewing and demonizing the pain of her demonizing the ice surface under her, which made her cut out countless terrifying finger pits deep scratches.

But when she touched Awan's sleeve, she was very careful and pulled it gently, and her eyes, which were filled with black and red, were full of pleading.

A Wan was quiet for a while. Although the time was extremely short, she was still meaninglessly quiet for a while.

Then, a plain hand with both bones slowly poked out from the fire-colored sleeve, and gently held her hand with her backhand.

Her voice was as gentle as smoke, making people unable to hear any emotion: "Don't worry, my mother will do what A Wan will do well."

The woman's blood-red pupils showed seven points of relief, two points of ease, and one point of pity and reluctance to her daughter.

A Wan's drooping eyelashes flashed slightly, and her deep pupils stared at the woman's exaggerated abdomen. The monster that shouldn't have existed was digging and gnawing in her mother's belly, and she couldn't wait to be born from this world.

She looked quietly for a while, and the emotions in her pupils could not be said to be disgusting or ridiculous.

After letting go of her mother's hand, she slowly pressed her palm against her abdomen, and her voice was so calm that there was no slight ups and downs: "You are not worthy of coming to this world."

The abdominal movements were even more violent and manic, as if I felt the uneasy oppression and the cold murderous intent of the outside world.

The black demon aura that could be seen in the naked eye continued to overflow the woman's abdomen and clothes, towards A Wan's hand

The palm attacked and left.

"Overbial power!" A powerful destructive force shocked the black demon aura, and a golden stream of flame spit out from the slender palm. The flames were like pythons. As her eyes became deeper, she fell down!

In the dark space, a breeze was rolled in. Widths of black hair were blown away by the wind, and it floated forward along Awan's beautiful cheeks. The hair was a little messy in the wind, but it added a bit of sad beauty.

The golden fire bloomed from shallow to full bloom, and the raised abdomen gradually calmed down, and finally the breath completely disappeared.

Her high belly slowly held it down, and the extreme fire swayed in the wind, her palms trembled slightly, and she was about to move slightly.

But the next moment, a bloody hand held her slender white wrist and pressed her stomach with unquestionable strength.

Awan pursed her lips and said nothing.

The Shura ghost face, which was intertwined by light and shadow, seemed to be crying speechlessly.

A red rope that lightly tied the mask between the black hair like a crow feather also swung lightly with the long breeze of black hair, like a deep blood mark in the dark night, brushing past her calm face and cold eyes.

A breeze stirred up her peerless and thrilling beauty, which made Yu Sheng on the side fascinated.

Although the fire python under A Wan Sujing's palm was closely attached to the woman's body, it did not exert the terrifying destructive power to destroy her like destroying that monster.

But she knew what her mother meant.

If the evil fetal evil left by that person in heaven could be eliminated so easily, her father would not need to sacrifice himself and would be frozen for thousands of years.

As long as her mother's divine breath has not dissipated and her body and soul will last forever, the demon will be like a parasite gnawing deep in the soul of human bones, and the scoundrel will be shamelessly resurrected again and again.

To completely eliminate it, the only way is to...

"What a mockery... This sun-destroying God Flame was passed down by my mother. Now, I want me to burn you to death with this flame..."

This moment seems extremely long, but it is actually very short.

A Wan did not struggle, nor did she hesitate, and she didn't even have time to rise in pain and sadness, and her palm power was gently pushed.

The golden divine light like the harsh sun burned the woman's abdomen into light golden ash.

The flames were still spreading rapidly, burning towards the woman's chest, and the long hair on her chest and the broken rattle remained wood were swept into the fire.

The palm that was originally close to my mother's body was already empty.

A Wan slowly withdrew her palm and looked at her mother's eyes with blood and tears in the fire. It was eternal tenderness, staring at her silently, as if she could not see enough.

In such a touching scene, A Wan's expression on her face did not change at all, like a sculpture.

She lowered her head and looked at the face in the firelight quietly. Her slender eyes were too deep and cold, and there was no trace of sorrow.

, It looks so beautiful and ruthless.

Until the woman's face turned into ashes and ashes in the fire, and nothing left...

Her tightly pursed lips slowly opened, and her voice was as soft and gentle as before: "Mom, good night."

After being haunted by nightmare for ten thousand years, it is time to settle down and dream of a good spring and autumn.

Her palm shattered the ice coffin, and the ice dust in the sky was covered with golden ashes. As her red gilded sleeves were waving, two extreme colors of dust, one silver and one gold, dissipated from her fingertips, and drifted towards the mountain road to the distance.

So far.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, mountains return to mountains, rivers return to rivers.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight.

The grudge that was ten thousand years ago has now fallen into her hands, so she should complete it.

Yu Sheng had already lost his voice and came back to his senses for a long time.

A fiery red figure flashed in front of me.

He looked up and saw the clear and enchanting figure in red clothes walking towards the darkness and face brightly.

The sea and the sky are wide outside the narrow mountain road, and the clouds are boundless. She is as quiet as an ordinary person, walking forward without any rush or slowness.

The back that people will never forget at first sight seems to be embedded in a scroll. The light in front of her shines in, illuminating the gilding between her sleeves, and her whole body seems to be emitting a glory of charm.

But for some reason, what Yu Sheng saw was a person who always moves forward in the darkness behind him.

It should have been a sad and beautiful picture, but at this moment, an inappropriate shadow appeared on the mountain road.

The shadow swayed in front of A Wan, and then let out a light tsk.

A Wan stopped and looked at it from the perspective of fishing. The afternoon sun shone on A Wan's body and shone sharp light. The moment the shadow appeared, it became vivid and softer.

His gentle voice suddenly became charming, with a hint of surprise: "Master, are you going down the mountain to pick me up for dinner?"

There were stubborn weeds growing on the gravel path between the mountain roads, and the boy's white black boots stepped on the boulder path.

He was wearing a white-clothed Taoist robe unique to Fengyu Palace. The golden warm sun at noon shone between his long silver hair, giving him a sacred and scented dust.

But he was holding a small porcelain bowl with a very smell of fireworks in his hand.

In the bowl is a green onion egg custard. The tender yellow egg custard is trembling in the bowl, and the hot mist is foggy. A few drops of sesame oil are sprinkled with it. It is obviously a fresh egg custard that has just been steamed.

Ling Tian Soda yawned sleepyly, and a pair of tiger-like beast teeth could be vaguely seen in his wide open mouth. He handed the small porcelain bowl in his hand to A Wan.

A Wan took it with a smile, but Ling Tiansu did not take it back, but instead bent her fingers and hit her smooth and white forehead.

The resentment in his tone was very deep: "Everyone said that you are not allowed to call Master Master, it sounds awkward."
Chapter completed!