The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 778 Pride and Regret
"Our situation is worse than that of the protagonist in that article." Chu Jing sighed.

"Chu Jing is miserable, but Qin Yao is not that miserable." Qin Yao said solemnly.

Chu Jing wrinkled his cheeks, patted her on the shoulder, and then said, "I'm serious, he still has small reindeer and minnows to eat, what do we have?"

Speaking of this, Qin Yao was silent for a while, Chu Jing thought she was discouraged by what he said, but Qin Yao said embarrassedly: "Actually, I have really been greedy for the kind of raw venison he ate. "

"Break on the bone and suck, and you end up hitting the part of your hand?"

"Yes."

"Your taste is really..." Chu Jing suddenly paused at this point, and then abruptly changed, "It's exactly the same as what my hero sees!"

The two of them stared at each other in silence, then laughed together.

Yun Ying's mother is still afraid, maybe Chu Jing is also afraid, maybe there is more than one wolf, maybe there will be a new danger coming soon, and they are already unable to face it.

But at least for now, they are still cuddling each other, explaining each other, and smiling sincerely to live through this moment safely.

Yun Ying herself should thank this girl named Chu Jing, if things were the same at that time, she really should thank her well.

This experience will surely make my mother recall it countless times later, deepen her optimism about life, and make her more resilient and tolerant.

Because God treats her kindly, she still has a friend who supports her on the loneliest way of survival.

Yun Ying only felt that everything in front of her eyes was slowly blurring, the bonfire, the night, and Chu Jing's hair fluttering in the wind were gradually blurring.

Are you leaving?

But I haven't seen whether my mother has walked out of this grassland yet.

She really became anxious, and tried her best to stay here for a while, but she still watched helplessly as the black mist gradually spread in front of her eyes.

But when the black mist covered the last gap, a few fragments of memory rushed into her mind. It was the scene of her mother and Chu Jing walking to the gate of the base with each other step by step.

Yunying could see her mother's appearance clearly in this piece of debris. Feng Jing said that she was very similar to her mother, and she was indeed somewhat similar, but the corners of her eyes and brows were much brighter than hers, even though the original color of the jacket on her body could no longer be seen, and the trousers The tatters are like a beggar's clothes, even though her hair is messy mixed with a lot of grass and gravel, even though her face is messed up and her cheeks are sunken, she is still amazingly beautiful.

Sure enough, the mother did not die here.

Although she should have died very young, she didn't die here.

Yunying let out a breath and smiled smugly.

Her mother is such a confident and tenacious person, always knows what she is doing, and always tries her best to do everything well.Although my mother was still very young at this time, and it was only the first time to face something truly terrifying, she was already doing so well.

This was her mother, her mother before she was born.She was brought into the world by this person. Inheriting her calmness and optimism, she went around here and saw her again.

Maybe the going around in the middle is called Tianding.

Yun Ying closed her eyes and allowed herself to be plunged into the darkness, but at the moment when she was really submerged in the darkness, there was still endless regret and desolation in her heart.

Such a good mother, but she will never come back.

(End of this chapter)