Chapter 102 True and True

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As soon as Feng Xiaotian saw Li Wuku cut away, the two swords in his hand fell into Feng Xiaotian's body in turn, and Feng Xiaotian's heart was relaxed and could no longer support it. His throat was sweet. With a "poof", the blood that had been held for a long time sprayed out, and the ground suddenly seemed to bloom a bright red flower, immediately followed Feng Xiaotian fell to the ground and was unconscious. It turned out that the safe and sound just now was just pretending. After killing Bao Da with the power of Thunderbolt, Feng Xiaotian's body was full of oil, and there was no empty true air. He succeeded in scaring away Li Wuku with his tenacious perseverance and escaped. Unexpectedly, the wind he was afraid that a gust of wind would blow him down.

Time flowed quietly, and the sky gradually darkened. A thin mist rose in the valley, covering everything into the haze. There was no sound in the valley. There was no silence. The silence was terrible, and the silence was a little suffocating. The moon quietly climbed up the top of the mountain at some point, and the cold moonlight sprinkled into the valley. Not only did it not dispel the haze in the valley, but it added a little mysterious color. The night wind came, and the shadows of the trees were like ghosts dancing.

Feng Xiaotian, who fainted from a serious injury, seemed to be dead. He lay quietly in the grass and moved. It had been three hours. The blood stains from the corners of his mouth had dried up. He scratched his pale face, and a few mud marks made Feng Xiaotian's original handsome face look a little ferocious, and his hair was originally tied up messy. Scattered on the ground, his eyes were closed, and only the slightly undulating chest showed that the man still had a breath.

Feng Xiaotian's consciousness was in a trance. He felt that his body floated to a cloudy place, white, full of white eyes, snow-white! On his head and feet, there were large white clouds in front of him and behind him, like huge cotton balls, strictly surrounding him, floating around him freely. There was no sound around him, and there was a dead silence. I don't know how long it has been floating like this, and I don't know where the end is. He flew like a feather in this cloud, as if his body had no weight at all and floated endlessly in an unknown direction. Feng Xiaotian vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen this scene somewhere, but when he thought about it carefully, his head hurt violently, as if he had no impression of everything around him.

It feels like it's been a long time, a thousand years, or ten thousand years? It doesn't seem to be long, a fragrance, or a moment? It feels like drifting far away, tens of millions of miles, or hundreds of millions of miles? It seems that he stayed in place and did not move at all. In this place full of white clouds, Feng Xiaotian lost his sense of time and space. Without day and night, no movement and stillness, he only felt that he had become an eternal existence in the white clouds, no resentment, no greed and no infatuation, Feng Laoer, Tianling Zhenren and other familiar faces seem to be gradually fading from Feng Xiaotian's mind, and Feng Xiaotian's eyes gradually become cold and plain, like the high god, ignoring the joys and sorrows of the world.

Suddenly, a long and ethereal female voice came from the depths of the clouds: "Son, my child, you are here, you - you are suffering!" The voice was full of indescribable sadness, extremely sad vicissitudes and the unclear deep thoughts. The voice was long and continuous, as if it crossed the endless time and space before it reached Feng Xiaotian's ears.

"Who? Who is talking?" Feng Xiaotian had already become like water in this monotonous space, and there was no emotional fluctuation, but suddenly heard this sad voice. Feng Xiaotian's heartstrings seemed to have been pulled fiercely. His originally calm face twitched, and an unprecedented pain filled his heart and eyes in an instant. His eyes were inexplicably full of crystal tears. It seemed that this voice infected him sadly. In an instant, Feng Xiaotian returned to an ordinary mortal by a "god".

"Son, it's me, I'm your mother!" The female voice echoed in the clouds, and her voice was eager and full of love. It resounded all over the world, and Feng Xiaotian couldn't figure out which direction it came from.

"Mom? My mother? You're lying, I don't have a mother!" When Feng Xiaotian heard this long-lost name, his nose suddenly became sore, and his heart was shrouded in deep sadness. He shouted around in a tone full of grievances and dissatisfaction. The tears in his eyes finally couldn't help flowing down, gently scratching his cheeks, and dripping into the white clouds like cotton.

"Silly child, don't be sad. How can anyone not have a mother? Naturally, you are no exception. I am your mother, that is, I personally handed you over to the turtle demon, that is, the endless hand!" The woman seemed to understand Feng Xiaotian's every move, and her loving voice sounded again, and her tone was kind, which made Feng Xiaotian's heart tremble.

"Mom? Are you really my mother? So where are you? Why did you leave me alone?" Feng Xiaotian shouted hysterically around, and tears gushed out like a spring. He had learned the details of the past from the endless mouth, and he had vaguely felt that everything this voice had just said was true. ( For details of this matter, please refer to Chapter 34 of this book "The Turtle Demon's First Involved in the World")

"Yes! Kid, I'm really your mother! Mom is in a very faraway place. Mom, I'm sorry! It's hard for mom to leave you." The female voice became sobbing, and the white clouds filled the heaven and the earth also rippled slightly.

"Since you are my mother, why don't you come out and meet me?" Feng Xiaotian suppressed the sadness in his heart and asked loudly. He didn't understand why he could talk to himself, but he didn't come out at first sight.

"Mom doesn't want to see you, but it's for you - alas! Now is not the time for you and my son to meet. The voice sighed and said, as if he wanted to stop talking, and there seemed to be an unspeakable secret to the problem of not being able to see Feng Xiaotian.

"No, no, I want to see you. Come out, I want to see you!" Feng Xiaotian roared loudly, and his body flashed and flew up and down crazily. The white clouds around him were also stirred and scattered in all directions. Unfortunately, there were still endless white clouds behind the white clouds.

"Son, the opportunity hasn't come yet. As long as you practice well, one day you and my mother and son will be reunited. Believe in your mother's words! It will be one day!" The voice finally emphasized that it also seemed to give it confidence.

"No, I don't believe it, you lied to me! Come out!" Feng Xiaotian roared, and tears surged like a spring. He rushed east and west, but he could never be surrounded by the white clouds. Finally, he had to kneel down weakly on the ground made of the white clouds and sobbed, "You come out!" Why don't you come out?"

"Son, I'm sorry, remember, you must be strong. No matter what happens in the future, you must be strong. Mom is waiting for you here, waiting for you--" The woman said, and her voice somehow seemed to become farther and farther away. In the end, there was no trace, and only a wisp seemed to be touched. The sadness ripples slightly in the white clouds, and those white clouds are still floating and rippling around the wind and small sky indifferently.

Listening to the fading away of the voice, Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He seemed to have taken out his heart by a pair of claws. He felt as if he was losing the most precious thing for him in the world. Unexpectedly, his heart became panicked. His hands swayed helplessly around Zhang Huang, and his mouth couldn't help saying. There was a sad shout: "Mom--" The sad shout cut through the space full of white clouds and spread to the unknown faraway place.

It's already the second half of the night. I don't know when the moon in the night sky is tightly covered by the dense dark clouds, making the valley more dark, and gradually there is a strong wind. The wind roars, the remnants and leaves all over the sky are flying around in the wind, and the roar of some beasts come from the mouth of the valley.

"Mom--" Feng Xiaotian, who had been lying on the ground for a long time in a coma for most days, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and his shrill voice was like blood, full of endless reluctance and sadness, with deep helpless despair, and the empty and quiet valley also echoed a turbulent echo.