"No matter what, Auntie, can you go out with me now?"
Yang Zimei reached out to hold her hand.
Because she has not seen the sun for many years, the woman's skin is so transparent that the capillaries can be seen clearly, and her hands are also soft and lack of calcium, as if they have no bones.
"No... want... I'm... afraid..."
The woman shook her head.
However, those eyes were full of expectation, as if they wanted to go out.
"Don't be afraid, I will be by your side."
Yang Zimei tried her best to make her smile appear particularly gentle and her tone particularly considerate.
"I'm ugly……"
The woman looked at her long, untidy hair that was dragging on the ground and shook her head.
"Auntie, let me cut your hair first, okay?"
Such long hair is indeed a burden. She would probably feel more comfortable if her long hair was cut off.
The woman nodded.
Yang Zimei took out the Moye Sword from the storage ring.
The crimson sword body of Moye Sword is whimpering and mourning...
Its sword spirit feels very wronged.
It is obviously a famous sword through the ages, used to drink blood and kill people.
But now she is using it to cut people's hair. This is simply insulting...
Yang Zimei couldn't care much about it, because at this time she only had three sharp blades: General Mo Xie and the Yanyue Sword.
In comparison, Moye is a little softer.
The crimson sword shook a few times on the woman's head, and then she cut off her long hair, leaving it at shoulder length.
Although her craftsmanship is not good and her hairstyle is ugly, at least it is much better than the sloppy long hair just now.
"Okay, Auntie, let's go out now."
Yang Zimei supported her and said, "As long as she goes out to recuperate for a few days, she will be fine."
The woman thought for a moment and nodded.
"Xue Hu, you check the source of the black and white aura here, and I will take her out."
Yang Zimei warned Xuehu Road.
"Um."
Xue Hu nodded, "She hasn't seen the light for a long time. When she goes out later, you can't let her see the strong light first."
"Know."
Yang Zimei bent down and asked the woman to lie on her back.
"I'm... dirty..."
The woman hesitated and refused.
"Auntie, I'm not afraid of getting dirty. You are Zhutian's mother. No matter how dirty you are, I don't mind."
Yang Zimei comforted him.
There were crystal tears flashing in the woman's eyes, lying weakly on her back.
Yang Zimei carried her out.
Zhuge Yue saw her coming out, jumped down from the tree, and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"
"Look, is this Zhutian's mother?"
Yang Zimei brushed away the woman's hair that covered most of her face.
Zhuge Yue carefully identified her and nodded, "Although I don't remember clearly, it seems like she should be like this. Where did you find her?"
"He is imprisoned in a basement below."
Yang Zimei looked at the woman who was holding her clothes tightly because she was afraid of Zhuge Yue, "I don't know how she lived these days, and who imprisoned her like this."
"Auntie, do you recognize me? I am Zhuge Yue. I used to play with Zhuge Yue. You liked to call me Yue'er back then."
Zhuge Yue choked and said to the woman.
Hearing this name, the woman's hand loosened her hold on Yang Zimei's clothes and she asked hesitantly, "Yue'er?"
"Yes, Auntie, it's Yue'er..."
Zhuge Yue said excitedly, "Remember? I like to eat the pastries you made the most. I used to stay at your house and beg for food from you."
The woman's face softened slightly, and her eyes became a little softer.