There were people coming and going on the streets of Wangdu, and there was no sign of the black sun passing by with black mist.

Occasionally, if a practitioner feels something, he turns his head and looks at it, but only feels that his hair is standing up and his spine is numb, as if he will continue to explore it and you will face a very terrifying thing. He will get nothing except cold sweat.

A dead man returned from the other side, mingled into the crowd under the control of the black sun, and scattered to every corner of the royal capital with the flowing sea of ​​people.

Then, the pupils suddenly gathered, and a puzzled expression appeared on their face.

There seemed to be an instinctive voice in my mind guiding them how to do it, but after careful searching, the ethereal voice completely disappeared.

What was heard again was the laughter and scolding of passers-by around, and the howling of cats and dogs in the alleys at the streets.

"This feeling..."

A returnee stared at his hand that was too white, tried to hold it tightly, and finally held it tightly: "Alive!"

Vision, smell, hearing...

The dark tones become vivid again.

“What a wonderful world!”

Another returner opened his arms and tried to embrace the blue sky in the puzzled eyes of others.

Heiyang would not worry about what they would happen next. He was all people who were qualified to enter and exit the ruins, and he didn't need to worry about it.

Since then, there is no connection.

The five-color disciples were more convenient to send them, so Heiyang simply threw them directly at the door of the family.

Yellow, red, white, blue...

In an instant, Heiyang passed through most of the royal capital, and in front of Hei's door, the disciples of Hei's family were put down.

Heiyang easily cried and coughed... Flying over the wall of Hei's house, don't ask why he didn't go through the door, there was a psychological shadow.

He did not intend to talk to his relatives, and he was still in a state of divine concealment. He was likely to meet again during the Chinese New Year this year, and there was nothing special to explain.

In the hut, the old woman wiped the corners of Heichen's mouth, feeling her son's faint but real heartbeat, showing a soft expression.

"Xiaochen, do you still don't want to say a few words to your mother..."

Looking at his son's dull expression, the old woman hugged him, gently patted his son's back with her palm, and comforted her softly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it today. Xiaochen, don't worry, take your time, take your time..."

The woman felt the warmth of her son in her arms, closed her eyes and murmured softly: "Mom knows, you don't want this, right?

Among so many people who went there, only my son came back. Some people said that it was because we Xiaochen escaped at the battle, and some people said that our Xiaochen had done something bad...

What they know, Xiaochen must be reluctant to part with his mother, so he came back in one breath. This is my Xiaochen's ability, ignore those people's nonsense.

They said that this old woman must have gone crazy because she couldn't stand the blow and said something she couldn't get an answer here all day...

Mom won’t go crazy. If you go crazy, won’t you remember Xiaochen? Mom can’t bear to leave Xiaochen…”

"Oh, by the way!"

Suddenly thinking of something, the woman quickly let go of her hand, took the porcelain bowl containing water on the table next to her, and gently fed Heichen to drink. Seeing Heichen swallowing unconsciously, a little embarrassed smile appeared on the woman's face.

"Mom almost forgot, the water dried almost got cold. Is it because my mother has a bad memory?"

Hei Chen was stunned.

"It's okay if you can't get an answer..."

The woman whispered softly: "It's like you were a child, you can't speak, treat your mother as a dependent, listen to your mother telling something you don't understand... Isn't this the same?

Well, but then you would laugh and cry, and you would call your mother after more than a year...

It's been five years since you came back that day?

When you grow up, your mother still wants to spend more time with you. If you think about it this way, will the mother and I have more than five years of time together?

What are you planning to celebrate the New Year this year? Do you still spend it with your mother and don’t want to go out for a walk?

I heard from your grandfather that I have the idea of ​​going back to my hometown for the New Year this year. What do you think of Xiaochen?"

"Xiaochen... do you really want to say a word to your mother..."

The woman raised her head, looked at her son, and smiled and cried.

"It's okay, it's okay. Even if my mother waits until she dies of old age, she won't hear you talking to her. It doesn't matter...

That’s when, who will take care of me? Well... It’s okay, it’s okay, my mother didn’t cry, and there will be other family members after my mother left...”

“…”

"Brother Heichen..."

Heiyang looked at the woman in the room, turned his head to look at the soul beside him, feeling a little congested.

"Go back, don't let the aunt cry, my cousin feels uncomfortable..."

“…”

Tears flashed across Heichen's eyes. He turned around, and his soul body hugged Heiyang: "Good brother."

"Yeah, brother."

Heiyang hugged his cousin's soul and whispered: "Auntie is a little poor. Remember to help her recuperate, or come to her hometown to find me later. Now I don't have much time..."

"Um!"

Hei Chen looked at his cousin whom he had not met for almost ten years seriously, nodded heavily, and instructed him: "Go back quickly, don't let your family wait in a hurry."

“See you goodbye.”

Heiyang waved away without saying anything.

Looking at the disappearing position of his cousin, Hei Chen smiled slightly on his face, hiding gratitude in his heart: "See you goodbye."

"Cough cough...cough...suck..."

The woman wiped the corners of her eyes, looked at the clothes in front of her son's chest wet with her tears, and squeezed out her smile, and said embarrassedly: "Mom is useless, this has caused trouble for Xiaochen, but I don't know what happened just now, I have already cried... I've been persisting for so long, but I still...

But, I just felt like Xiaochen, you were looking at your mother, so I couldn’t help it…”

The woman felt a little chill and a little wet on her head. She raised her head in a daze and saw a pair of tears.

"mom."

The call of longing for a long time came into his ears, Hei Chen hugged his mother tightly, and his voice trembled.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all over..."

"Son... Mom dreamed of you again, it's great..."

"It's not a dream..."

"real?"

"real!"

The woman pillowed in her son's arms and whispered: "Mom wants to cry."

"Then cry out."

"But mom wants to laugh again..."

"Then laugh, don't hold it."

"Hahahahaha..."

The woman lay on her son's lap, laughed a few times, and couldn't help crying: "Chen, mom has been so sad all these years, it's so hard, so tired, umah..."

"It's okay..."

Hei Chen patted his mother's back: "It's really okay..."

“…”

“…”

On the galloping airship, Heiyang appeared beside Hongli: "How long is it?"

"Super."

"No?"

Heiyang raised his eyebrows: "It's not two minutes and fourteen seconds?"

"I said that if I surpassed it, I will be over!"

Hongli looked up at Heiyang and whispered: "I will punish you if you have time out."

"What punishment?"

Heiyang snorted: "Speak it out and listen?"

"Hug me..."

"ah?"

"Hug me..."
To be continued...