Chapter 691 Huo Yun'er and Wang Dong'er, choose one
Even though the bones in his limbs were shattered and his whole body was convulsing in pain, Huo Yuhao still raised his head and stared at Tang San with his bloodshot eyes.
It seems to be saying: Come on, keep going, if you have any other tricks, just try them out!
Tang San's expression didn't change at all.
Just raise your hand, blue light dances on your fingertips.
Huo Yuhao felt his eyes flicker, and the next moment, Tang San had appeared beside him, pointing on his shoulder.
He tensed up his nerves instantly. However, the tormenting pain he expected as the light penetrated his body did not occur. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.
Bone reorganization, scar healing...
"Very good. I can persist until now. I underestimated you."
"Yes, although her talent is a bit lacking, her resilience is barely worthy of my daughter."
As he spoke, Tang San put on a smile and applauded Huo Yuhao. It was as if the harsh move just now was an illusion and not from him.
Huo Yuhao stood up again and stared at Tang San warily.
He has not forgotten who caused all the suffering, slap him in the face and give him a sweet date?
Who are you coaxing?
The more I look at that smile, the more hypocritical I feel!
A moment of silence.
But Tang San didn't care at all and said to himself, "After all, I am also an elder. Since you have resisted under my hand for so long, I will give you a small reward to show your appreciation."
As he finished speaking, Tang San raised his hand and waved forward, and the air in front of him instantly condensed into a transparent light curtain, with countless light spots vaguely visible hovering above it, like a nebula.
"Do you still know her, Huo Yuhao?" Tang San asked, pointing at the light curtain in front of him.
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao frowned and glanced suspiciously at the light curtain in front of him. But with just one glance, it was difficult to look away.
I saw——
In the light curtain, a woman curled up and lay on a piece of green grass.
She closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. The sunlight was dappled between the branches of the trees, shining on her body, coating her with a faint golden halo.
Looking at the familiar figure in the light curtain, Huo Yuhao's heart trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help shouting.
"Mom, mom!"
His eyes instantly turned red.
The woman sleeping in the light curtain is actually her mother who has been dead for many years and was buried by her own hands!
The memory seems to go back to the past, back to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, and back to the dilapidated woodshed.
On the hospital bed, sick from overwork, the mother was so angry that she took her last breath, used up her last bit of strength, hugged herself reluctantly, and told her debts and guilt.
He subconsciously reached out his hand.
However, the hand passed through the light curtain and passed through the mother's face, only to catch a ball of cold air, so far away. Just like when I was young, I was helpless when facing my mother's death.
Yes...
My mother has passed away long ago.
Buried right in front of him with his own hands.
This scene brought his thoughts back to reality instantly.
All this is Tang San's fault!
He looked away from the scene in the light curtain, his red eyes stared straight at Tang San, his voice was rapid, hoarse and suppressed.
"Who is she? What did you do to my mother?"
Tang San, however, remained unhurried and said, "She is your mother, Huo Yun'er."
"No, mother—" Huo Yuhao denied.
"She has indeed died once. But for gods, death is not the end. I took her soul out of the underworld and resurrected it." Tang San put on a gentle smile again.
"How about it, Huo Yuhao?"
"Mother and son are reunited. Do you like this gift I prepared for you? Are you very happy?" Tang San looked at Huo Yuhao with a smile, admiring his shocked and dull expression.
He enjoys seeing such expressions, which gives him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the light screen. The figure of his mother in his memory overlapped with the person in the picture.
"Mom is still alive..."
He murmured.
"The question and answer time is over, now it's time for you to choose your reward."
Glancing at Wang Dong'er behind him who was isolated by divine power, Tang San's eyes turned to Huo Yuhao.
"I'll give you two choices. You can exchange for your mother, or you can take Wang Dong'er away from me."
"You can only choose one, and as long as you make a choice, the other person you chose will disappear completely." Tang San's tone was still calm, and he decided the life and death of the two people in an understatement.
It seemed like this was just a small and common thing, but it was indeed the case for him.
"So Huo Yuhao, do you choose the mother who will raise you up by herself through all the hardships? Or do you choose the lover who is the most important in your life?"
"I'm curious how you would choose between the two of them."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and added: "Of course, you can choose no one and refuse my gift."
"But in this case..."
There was something sinister in Tang San's joking smile, "Then both your mother and your lover, my daughter, will be completely wiped out."
Huo Yuhao froze in place, feeling cold all over.
He didn't know if Tang San could really do it, but Dong'er had actually been killed by her once, and he knew that he didn't have any trial and error costs.
But whether it's mother or Dong'er...
He doesn't want to give up on anything.
He subconsciously looked at Dong'er, but his sight was blocked by blue light.
"Don't worry, I have used my divine power to seal off Dong'er's five senses. She won't hear your choice." Noticing Huo Yuhao's gaze, Tang San reminded her thoughtfully.
After the words fell, the light curtain lit up again, and the scene that appeared this time was no longer the scene of Huo Yun'er in the God Realm after his resurrection. It was the scenes of the mother and son getting along in the past.
In the White Tiger Duke's mansion, they depend on each other for their lives.
In every picture, he and his mother's faces are filled with happy smiles. Although life is difficult, his mother's tenderness and care are always deep in every detail.
Those past and every bit of life are deeply imprinted in Huo Yuhao's mind. These are the happiest and happiest times for him, and the times he least wants to recall.
Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the scene in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously. In his heart, his mother has always occupied a very special position.
The scenes in the light curtain kept changing, and finally settled on the scene of his mother holding him before she died.
"Mom's Xiao Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."
"Mom's Xiao Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."
"Mom's Xiao Yuhao will definitely become the greatest soul master in the world."
"..."
The weak but hopeful voice seemed to ring in my ears again.