Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 676: Born for Love (2)
Lingjiu didn't have time to worry about why Yunbi Peach Blossom Umbrella woke up suddenly, and rushed out to rescue the flower burial man immediately, and immediately looked at Song Xueyi.

Song Xueyi's figure had already appeared in front of people, his eyes were closed tightly, he stood above the ruins in the air, his white robe fluttered without wind, his black hair fluttered gently, his jade-like face was spotless.

Although he closed his eyes, Lingjiu felt that he could see, that he had seen himself.

After confirming that Song Xueyi was fine, Lingjiu smiled reassuringly.

Here, the flower funeral man was stunned and did not move.

Her pupils shrank and dilated, trembling, "Is that you?"

After asking this question, she realized that her voice was already hoarse, so small that it was hard to hear.

"Is it you?" The flower burial man asked again, and this time he finally became clearer.

Peach Blossom Umbrella did not move.

The flower funeral man looked at her stubbornly, "Tell me, is it you?" She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her eyes.

But the peach blossom umbrella fluttered, half a meter away from her.

The flower funeral man's face darkened, and then he saw a figure appearing in front of his eyes.

A woman in green clothes stood under a peach blossom umbrella, her black hair was like a waterfall, her peach blossom eyes seemed to have autumn water, her red lips were biting, and she quietly looked at the flower burial man.

Her figure has condensed a lot, if you don't look carefully, you may even think that this is a real person.

"My name is Bitao." Bitao said softly, her water-like eyes met the flower funeral man's gaze.Pausing for a second, then said: "I saw you, in a dream..."

The flower burial person had lost his words, and she looked at the woman in front of her almost greedily, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

The appearance of this weapon spirit is so strange, but it feels so familiar to her that it makes her feel distressed.

It's her, it must be her, this feeling is unmistakable, this kind of intimacy brought by the soul, and heartbreaking pain.

She still remembered that the little baby's soul was as incomplete as her body, which made her feel more pain every second she looked at it, and hated Mo Yunxiao more and more.

She still remembered that she was the one who tried to change her fate against the sky, knowing that the child was in pain, and wanted to save her so that she could stay in this world and be by her side.

She remembered even more that when the child died, there was no way to save him. Even the most precious peach tree was swallowed up by the spell and swallowed by the cracked space, leaving her with nothing to commemorate her daughter.

"Bitao..." The flower burial man muttered the name silently, "I originally thought that the boy would be called Yaoyao, and the girl would be Yaoyao. Taozhiyaoyao is born to be prosperous."

Bi Tao's eyelashes fluttered, and she whispered, "You're crying."

The flower buryer was taken aback, and stretched out his hand to touch his face, only to realize that he was indeed crying, with warm tears on his palms, which made her afraid that all this was just an illusion.

"In the dream, you were crying too, more sad than now."

Bi Tao whispered: "Who are you?"

I am your mother——!
The flower funeral man wanted to shout out like this, but found that his throat seemed to be stuck by something.

The longing that had been desperate all along came true, right in front of her eyes, it actually made her weak and shrink back.

What should she tell her?Said that her mother can't even protect her as a little girl, she hasn't taken care of her since she was a child, it's too bad that she still can't avenge her!
"I like you very much." Hearing the answer of the flower burial man, Bi Tao smiled softly: "You are the first person, I can't help but want to protect you at the first sight."

The flower burial man wet his clothes with tears.

"You're right." Although Bitao didn't know what happened, she didn't hear it in her sleep when the flower burial man was talking to the spirit dove.But she faintly sensed something, linked to her long dream, smiled and said: "In the dream, I couldn't understand what you said, but I know, you are sad, and I love the person who made you sad, I can love you again." May I ask you a question?"

The flower funeral man said hoarsely: "You ask."

Bitao asked, "Is that person me?"

The flower funeral man looked at her smile and forgot everything for a moment.The eagerness in her eyes was longing for an answer.

"Yes!"

Bi Tao has a bright smile and the peach blossoms are even more enchanting and moving.

Zi Cheshu couldn't feel the warmth of their mother and son knowing each other, he cared more about Bitao's identity.

The breath of this peach blossom umbrella is so pure!

Something flashed through Zi Cheshu's mind, but he couldn't remember it completely.

When his attention turned to Song Xueyi again, the scene in front of him immediately made him wonder whether to laugh or be speechless.

When the dragon sword merged into the rune, it looked very irritable, as if it would break free at any time.

A hand suddenly reached out and stroked the body of the dragon sword.

When Zi Cheshu saw Lingjiu's behavior, he wanted to stop it, but he was still a step too late, and then he saw that the irritable dragon sword became quiet under Lingjiu's touch.

If I had to use a single word to express Zi Cheshu's mood for a moment, it would probably be - damn it!
However, Zi Cheshu didn't know the vocabulary to express and vent his emotions, so even if his heart was extremely turbulent, he could only remain expressionless.

When all the runes were integrated into the Dragon Sword, Song Xueyi's Dharma Aspect Totem also became.

It was quiet all around.

"Okay?" Lingjiu's voice sounded very clearly in the still space.

A sharp sword-like gaze shot at Lingjiu's whole body was stimulated, and the hairs all over his body stood up instinctively, looking along the sensing place.

This glance met Song Xueyi's gaze.

The man in sight stood in the air, his eyes deep and majestic.

Such a strange appearance made Lingjiu's heart tighten, and for a moment he seemed to understand what Zi Che meant by the uncrowned man.

At this time, Song Xueyi, even if he was just a cultivator in the Derivative Realm, his unfathomable aura and demeanor had already taken shape, as if he were a high and inviolable god.

"If it's really a god, I'll accompany you." Lingjiu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a chuckle.

Song Xiaobai runs so fast, she has to work hard.

"Get out of here." Song Xueyi said suddenly, "Back a hundred meters away."

Lingjiu trusted him completely, and immediately left after hearing what he said.

The same is true for Zi Cheshu, and then he heard Song Xueyi say again: "Teacher, please work harder to stabilize this site."

The teacher's call made Zi Cheshu tremble all over, and his eyes showed a happy expression, and then only decisiveness remained, "Don't worry."

He felt the seriousness of Song Xueyi's words.

The flower burial man and Bi Tao also backed away quickly.

Not long after they retreated, the still space became turbulent again.

The ground under Song Xueyi's feet inexplicably ignited a ground fire, and the ground fire covered a hundred meters of land, and the dragon sword turned into a silver dragon again, coiling around Song Xueyi to endure the tempering of the ground fire.

(End of this chapter)