Huang Xunji stared at Dongfang Bingwu in amazement. She was a saint of the Xihuang tribe. For some reason, she always felt very friendly when looking at her, as if she was her daughter.
But how could her daughter come here? Even if she grew up, she wouldn't be able to find her way here.
Because Dongfang Nan didn't know that she was from the Xihuang tribe. In the past twenty years, she missed Dongfang Nan and her daughter. She spent every day in missing her. She knew that she would never be able to leave in her life unless she found the next generation of saints.
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So she has been waiting here, hoping that one day the Huang family can find a saint to replace her, so that she can go out, and then she can find her husband and daughter and reunite with them.
She dreams about the reunion of her family of three.
She disappeared for no reason back then, and she didn't know what would happen to Dongfang Nan, or whether he would think she was dead.
She had to come back at that time. She had been living in the human race for more than a year. Especially after giving birth to her daughter, the plum blossom birthmark on her chest always flashed, which meant that the Xihuang tribe was calling her. If she didn't go back,
When they find the human race, Dongfang Nan and her daughter will definitely be killed, so she has to leave.
God knows how much she didn't want to leave. Her daughter had just been born and she didn't even hug her or take care of her properly.
"You..." Huang Xunji was speechless as she stared at Dongfang Bingwu. The more she looked at her, the more familiar and friendly she felt. There was a hint of Dongfang Nan in her brows.
"My name is Dongfang Bingwu." Dongfang Bingwu said with a faint smile, and there was a smile in her purple eyes. This was her mother. Her heart was beating wildly, which was the most direct reaction of her body.
Huang Xunji almost fainted. She stared at Dongfang Bingwu with surprise and joy, her heart filled with ecstasy and excitement. It was right that she was her daughter, because her daughter was named Dongfang Bingwu.
"Clan leader, five elders, I want to have a private conversation with her." Huang Xunji controlled her emotions and stared at them and said calmly.
The few of them looked at each other and took the initiative to leave the hall and walk outside. After all, Huang Xunji was a saint of the previous generation, and it was reasonable that she might have something to tell the new saint.
After they went out, Huang Xunji could not control herself and held Dongfang Bingwu in her arms. Tears burst out of her eyes and she sobbed, "Bing Wu, Bing Wu, my child, I'm sorry for you. I couldn't be with you to take care of you since you were a child."
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"Mom, you are not sorry for me." Dongfang Bingwu hugged Huang Xunji back. There was no gap at this moment. The two hugged each other tightly, and their hearts were extremely close.
There is a kind of blood relationship. Even if you have never met before, the moment you meet, you can feel that the other person is your relative.
Huang Xunji just cried. Even if Dongfang Bingwu didn't blame her, she would still feel guilty. How could she be such a mother, but she had no choice but to do so.
"Bingwu, why did you come here?" Huang Xunji wiped her tears with her hand and said worriedly. Thinking that she was the next generation of saints, she kept shaking her head and said in a panic, "You can't come here.
, you go out quickly, I don’t want you to go out in my place.”
This is a kind of mother who protects her daughter out of instinct. The life here is so boring and boring. How could she let Dongfang Bingwu stay here all the time? She is still so young. Anyway, she is already old. Even if she stays here until she dies, it doesn't matter.
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Now that she finally sees her daughter, she has fulfilled one of her wishes, but she cannot see Dongfang Nan again. How has he been doing these years?