Although Ling Xuewei has experienced countless lives and deaths, she has never felt her life passing away bit by bit as clearly as she did today.
Countless images flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally settled on a soft little face.
Mianmian...
"Mother..."
Ling Xuewei suddenly heard the little guy's soft and cute little milking voice, and her big grape eyes looked at her with tears in her eyes, "Mother, you promised Mianmian that you will come back, mother, don't break your promise.
ah……"
"Mom, I miss you so much."
"Mother, Mianmian is so scared..."
Mianmian.
Mianmian is still waiting for her.
"Weier."
Suddenly, the voice changed to a deep voice that made her think about her day and night.
In the blur, Ye Moyan's tall figure walked out of the light curtain, as noble as a god, looking at her with affectionate and gentle eyes.
"Weier."
Night Moyan...
is it you?
I'm so tired.
Really tired.
Everything in front of me is getting blurry...
"Weier, wake up..."
The calls kept echoing in Ling Xuewei's ears, but the strength in her body was rapidly draining away, and her vision gradually became dark.
"Mother!"
Ling Xuewei suddenly opened her eyes as a sound of panic came to her ears!
Why is Mianmian’s voice so real? It’s as if it’s real!
"Mother!!"
Another shout, this time, Ling Xuewei was finally sure that it was true!
It’s really Mianmian!!
"Young Master!!"
"Ling Yatou!"
A group of people came running from a distance, but Ling Xuewei couldn't see anything. She only saw little Mianmian struggling and crying in Xiong Cang's arms.
Why is Mianmian here?
"Danger...go quickly..."
Panic flashed in her eyes, and she wanted them to leave, but she could only make a sound as thin as a mosquito.
Because of her excitement, she choked out several mouthfuls of blood and the sight of vomiting blood frightened Mianmian in the distance, desperately crying for her mother.
"Hmph! You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Seeing a group of people rushing towards him, Wu Kuang snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a red light blocked the outside, blocking their steps.
"Don't worry, I will take care of you when everything goes wrong here."
Wu Kuang's eyes fell on Xiao Mianmian, "Is this your child?"
"Ahem...don't touch her!!"
Wu Kuang was surprised. Ling Xuewei, who was already dying, suddenly burst out with strong vitality, and murderous intent appeared in her eyes.
"Hmph! You are on the verge of death, so what qualifications do you have to say this? Don't worry, I will send her down to see you soon!"
Ling Xuewei's eyes narrowed sharply!
When she thinks that her child will be hurt by him, that Mianmian will be in pain and hurt, Ling Xuewei's heart is like a knife! All sense and calmness are gone! A burst of anger erupts like lava!
Mianmian is her bottom line.
She will never allow anyone to hurt Mianmian!
Even if he transforms into a demon, Shura, he will cut the person in front of him into pieces!!
Ling Xuewei didn't realize that the strong mental power spread out through the sea of consciousness. The surrounding air was violently turbulent, and the stones on the ground began to tremble strangely.
Under the extraordinary fluctuation of mental power, a faint dark light flickered behind her.
"What?"
Wu Kuang frowned, and for some reason an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
There is something too weird about this woman, so I want to kill her... now!
The offensive was about to fall again when suddenly there was a sword roar and a clang, blocking her in front of her.
At this moment, Wu Kuang finally saw clearly what was emitting light.
It was a rusty sword, black, with rust stains on it, and badly tattered. No aura could be sensed from it. It was obviously a useless sword, but why... it made him feel uneasy.
Resist the pressure?
Ling Xuewei looked at the sword suspended in the air, it was the one she picked up in the ruins.
Somehow, she seemed to have some strange connection with it, and an idea emerged in her mind.
drive it.
She can drive it if she wants to.
"Human, what is your wish?"
An old voice suddenly sounded, and Ling Xuewei was startled, "Who is it?"
"Your wish."
wish?
If possible...she wants the person in front of her to die!
"That's it?"
What?
As soon as the old voice finished speaking, a flash of black light penetrated Wu Kuang's heart at an eerie speed!
"Forehead!"
This incident happened so fast that no one could react!
Wu Kuang's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost. He lowered his head, and a bloody hole as big as a fist came into view.
"How...possible!"
After saying these four words, he threw his head back and fell down with a bang.
Then the flesh turned into ashes bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This scene not only shocked Ling Xuewei, but also Yin Yan and others in the distance.
Bang.
Ling Xuewei fell softly to the ground. At the same time, the sword fell in her hand, and the black light gradually dissipated, returning to its previous black and rusty appearance.
As if everything just now was just an illusion.
"Mother!!"
The little figure rushed over like a cannonball. Ling Xuewei opened her hands and hugged the little guy into her arms, tears bursting out of her eyes instantly.
"Mother! Mother!" Mianmian hugged her mother's neck tightly and burst into tears. Seeing the blood all over her mother's body, she was so frightened that she could not say anything and cried so hard that she was out of breath.
"Mianmian, be good, don't cry, mother is fine..."
But the little guy couldn't hear anything, he could only howl and cry. Ling Xuewei was heartbroken and comforted her over and over again.
"How are you, Ling Yatou? Your injury..."
Yin Yan was worried.
Ling Xuewei was about to say "It's okay" when suddenly her vision went dark and she didn't know anything anymore.
Before she fell into coma, she could only hear the panicked voices of everyone, and Mianmian calling her in a crying voice, "Mother!!"
Mianmian, don't be afraid.
Mom is fine.
Mother promised you that she would always be with you.
Mother... I never broke my promise.
…
When Ling Xuewei was in coma, she felt as if she was in a sea of fire, and her whole body was extremely hot. After a while, it was like being in an iceberg, and it was bone-chilling cold.
Hot and cold, in the haze, she seemed to hear the voices of many people around her, and a soft little milky voice, constantly calling her, "Mom, wake up quickly, Mianmian is scared..."
It's Mianmian.
Ling Xuewei struggled to wake up, but she was unable to do anything. It was as if something was dragging her towards a darker place, and soon she fell into darkness again.
While she was in a coma, she could feel someone constantly talking in her ear, the one who spoke the most was Mianmian.
Mianmian.
Mianmian.
…
It has been seven days since Ling Xuewei fell into coma.
Beside the bed, a small body lay next to Ling Xuewei, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Her red face was full of tears, and she looked so pitiful.
Yin Yan came in and saw this scene.
Yin Yan sighed, walked over, picked up the little one, put her gently on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. (To be continued)