Mu Qinghuang, who had a wisp of divine consciousness, was like a phantom, with light and death interlaced, and an undercurrent of blood mist surging around her body.
Her eyes were desolate, looking at herself covered in bruises and bones through the Shennong Space and the Ice Coffin.
Chu Yue felt the fluctuation of Mu Qinghuang's consciousness, and her heart trembled.
Mu Qinghuang's sad voice sounded in his mind.
"When I first started adhering to martial arts, my soul was shattered. I couldn't remember a lot of it, and the old past was all blurred."
"But I always remember that when my soul was broken, I thought, just get over it. The future of martial arts civilization, at the end of this road, must be full of light."
"But now it seems that there is no difference between this body with broken bones and needing medical skills to mend, and the soul that was brutally shattered back then."
Her voice was calm and gentle, and there was no wave in her eyes.
It seemed like he was narrating someone else's story, but there were two lines where tears flowed out.
"I live in this world, wandering in the dirty darkness. Even if there is light, it is as fleeting as fireworks."
She was originally a wandering soul, but she felt a bitter taste in her throat.
"Xiao Chu."
She smiled and said: "Has such a terrible mother disappointed you so much?"
In her life, there were times when she was prosperous, but most of the time she lived a mediocre life.
Like the dog with a broken spine, it hides in various places.
It is still in a broken state, from the body, to the soul, to the memory, it has never been complete.
"No!"
Chu Yue almost blurted out without using her consciousness to answer, so that Si Yaolie, Xiao Tianyou and others were stunned for a moment and looked blankly at the girl who suddenly spoke out!
Her clothes were thin and she was slender, but standing in the secret room, she felt like she was upright.
Seeing her is like seeing the Marquis of Zhenbei back then, which can make the civil and military officials of the court feel at ease and the land peaceful.
Emperor Shenwu was worried and hesitated to speak.
He thought that Chu Yue lost control of her emotions because she couldn't accept the cruel and bloody scene in front of her.
He has been obsessed with cultivating the second Zhenbei Hou, but if he thinks about it carefully, she has not grown up yet, but she shoulders the heavy responsibility of the gods!
In Shennong's space, Mu Qinghuang was slightly startled.
Chu Yue stared at the person in the ice coffin and said word by word from the bottom of her heart: "I used to be an out-and-out villain, and I was also a homeless ghost.
In order to fulfill my duty and live, I will do whatever it takes. In order to survive, my hands will be stained with blood. Even if one day I die and be buried in the underworld, that is my destination."
She smiled weakly, opened her legs, and walked towards the ice coffin stained red with blood.
A dark secret room with only one light.
The light of the lamp shone on that face that was the most beautiful in the world, and several people around him were in a trance for a while.
As Chu Yue walked, she said: "I want to walk on this road of martial arts, even if it is a mountain of swords, a forest of raging fires, or even if I die and my body is shattered into pieces. It is not because the world of martial arts is vast and beautiful, but because I want to see
You, a living you with flesh and blood."
"Mother."
She stopped in front of the ice coffin, her eyes filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, but her red lips raised a smile.
She said: "I will walk your unfinished martial arts road for you! I will guard the people and country you want to protect! I will kill the traitors and filth you want to eradicate for you! Please
, don’t give up on yourself, because..."
Chu Yue slowly raised her eyes, a clear smile appeared on her lips, and tears fell down the moment she spoke, "I miss you very much."
Mu Qinghuang was surrounded by light and shadow and was deeply shocked by these words.
Perhaps after wandering in the darkness for many years, she felt a moment of disappointment in martial arts and a fleeting confusion in life.
But what Chu Yue said was like a bright light that dispelled the fog and made the blood deep in the soul no longer cold.
She raised her hands in Shennong's space, wanting to hug Chu Yue and appease her daughter's sadness, but found that her hands were like shadows and even the embrace was a luxury.
Mu Qinghuang lowered her eyelashes in loneliness, as gentle as autumn water and spring breeze, as bright as the bright moon, and said slowly: "Mother, I miss you too."
In every long lonely night, in the cocoon time and time again, she was thinking about her Xiao Chu.
Hearing this, Chu Yue raised her head and smiled at the lamp in the secret room.
There is no iron-blooded perseverance, nor is it heart-wrenching, just a heartfelt smile.
It seems that that year on the platform, her mother did not abandon her, but took her back home.
"Ah Yue, this heavy responsibility is too difficult and too tiring. You can put it down at any time."
Emperor Shenwu said: "It is too hard to have a ruined dynasty on your shoulders and carry it all the time."
Xiao Tianyou nodded: "Yue Yatou, that son of a bitch Ye Haipeng is not a human being. We may not have a say in Shenmai Jiuzhou, nor can we cause any trouble in Lingtian Continent, but it will always be your home, and you
backing."
Prime Minister Luo said: "Although General Xiao usually can't say anything good, what he said today is reasonable."
Xiao Tianyou glared at Prime Minister Luo, always feeling that the old man was saying that his dog's mouth could not spit out ivory.
Although the two of them worked together to beat up Gu Bushang, the Minister of Rites, a few days ago, they still dislike each other as always.