What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

Chapter 301 Mother

Standing quietly in the rain curtain was Yun Jing, who had just left Chu Yaoyao's side.

Yun Jing came to Prince Duan's Mansion to do something.

That was something important to him, so he was very patient.

Before Murong Zhao came in, he stood there and looked at the happy mother and son in the pavilion.

But this turned out to be the place where his mother lived.

It was his mother who made this place look like this little by little.

At that time, his mother loved to hold him, who was still young, and sit in the pavilion blowing the wind, shutting out all the servants.

The two of them just slowly enjoyed the rare tranquility.

My mother's arms were very warm, and the songs she sang were like the breeze carrying the fragrance of jasmine.

That was Yun Jing's favorite time.

Yun Jing, who was young at the time, even naively believed that this was his only safe haven.

At that time, Murong Hongyuan, who ruined the atmosphere, usually played with Murong Zhao in Meng Nishang's yard.

It's so funny, that bitch doesn't come to see my mother at all, and he doesn't even want to do the most basic superficial act of treating her like a guest.

The servants were all aggrieved for their mother, but Yun Jing knew that she didn't love that bitch at all, and even felt relieved that Murong Hongyuan's heart was with Meng Nishang.

This is also the reason why my mother has always tolerated Meng Nishang being domineering in the house.

Because my mother didn't love Murong Hongyuan at all.

She married him just for profit. She wished that old man Murong Hongyuan would stay away from her.

It's best to stay in Meng Nishang's room every day.

Just being patient didn't lead to a better outcome.

Yun Jing stood there quietly, watching Murong Zhao and Meng Nichang say goodbye, watching Murong Zhao leave, and the woman who occupied "Princess Duan" walked proudly to the house that originally belonged to his mother.

There were many expensive furniture in that house, all of which were his mother's dowry.

Now I am being taken over by others for granted, enjoying everything my mother has.

Why?

The rain fell harder and harder, falling next to Yun Jing but not touching a corner of his clothes.

Why?

She just wanted to enjoy everything about his mother like this?

Ha, you really think he is dead, right?

A faint gray air climbed up around Yun Jing's arm, and nameless patterns slowly filled the young monk's delicate face.

Yun Jing actually deceived Chu Yaoyao.

He told Chu Yaoyao that he could no longer see.

He can be seen.

As long as he is willing to give up a part of his life, he can exchange for a moment of vision.

But compared to the distractions of the mortal world, Yun Jing was more willing to close his eyes.

The days when he couldn't see anything allowed him to calm down and see more.

He can see the suffering souls in this world, the twisted laws of this world, and the future where different people have been forcibly tampered with.

I also saw her shining soul standing among the crowd.

Yun Jing originally didn't believe that anyone could really change this twisted law.

So what about rebirth?

It’s just a look at the suffering in this world.

Until he met her.

Yun Jing chose to believe in her, believing that she could change all the tragedies in the world, and also believed in her joke with him, "Of course you will live forever."

She is a very strange person.

Let's call "He" "she". Compared to the inhumane gods, she looks like a real person.

She seemed to know what her goal was.

Yun Jing originally thought that he still needed to persuade the other party to change the rules. After all, there was a possibility of sacrificing himself in such a thing.

Who is willing to abandon a great future to do such troublesome things?

Later, Yun Jing felt that she was too enthusiastic.

It would be very tiring to live like that.

So there are some things that he has to solve by himself.

He was already grateful for her kindness in helping him find trouble with Murong Hongyuan.

He will do the next thing by himself.

Gray mixed with golden facial lines slowly climbed up Yun Jing's cheeks, and those unfocused eyes slowly lit up.

The remaining vitality in the yard gradually circulated in Yun Jing's field of vision, and slowly gathered together, and the figure of a woman gradually emerged.

The familiar figure stood up slowly,

"Mother."

The gray shadow didn't respond, just stood there in a daze.

Yun Jing sighed silently in his heart, it was his extravagant hope.

How could this kind of existence, which was no different from a ghost and had no thoughts of its own, respond to his words?

So what if I responded?

What's fake is always fake.

He is no longer the moaning child in his mother's arms.

Just when Yun Jing gave up his hope and was about to get down to business, the gray shadow suddenly moved.

The movement of the gray shadow was extremely slow, as slow as a useless old weaver.

Yun Jing watched in surprise as it moved slowly and slowly raised one hand.

A palm covered the top of Yun Jing's head, blocking him from the rain that would not fall on him at all.

Yun Jing looked up blankly at the gray figure holding up his hands to shield him from the rain.

"Over, over."

Strange syllables came out of the gray shadow's mouth.

Yun Jing:?

"Over"?

Does it mean transcendence?

After spitting out several strange syllables, the gray figure finally regained his language function.

"If the rain falls on you, come to mother."

The golden thread slowly extending from Yun Jing's feet slowly wrapped around the gray shadow, gradually outlining the human shape.

Yun Jing looked at the human figure in front of him in shock, tracing the face inch by inch that was exactly the same as in his memory.

"Damn, baby. Don't you cry?"

The other hand touched the side of Yun Jing's face.

Yun Jing closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Ha, he knew this would happen.

So he never dared to use this ability.

It wasn't that he was greedy for this useless time, but that he couldn't remain as indifferent as he should be after seeing her.

This ability to collect the breath of a deceased person to restore her appearance in life is simply a kind of torture for people like him.

"You have the wrong person."

"wrong?"

The ethereal figures flickered one by one, thinking like a human being.

"Yes, you, me, child."

The image formed by the breath of Orchid Cistanche hummed softly.

Since it is made up of broken breaths, the song it hums is somewhat intermittent.

"I'm not your child."

The image stopped, but I still couldn't understand what Yun Jing meant.

"Your child is dead."

"die?"

Yun Jing lowered his eyes and nodded.

"He is dead."

"The child, mine, dies?"

The image's hands trembled, and it kept repeating the same word: "Death?"

"Well, dead."

"live?"

"Yes, dead means he is no longer here."

"Hirotaguan?"

"He is dead."

"child?"

"Also dead."

The gray shadow stopped talking.

Yun Jing reached out and took away the hand on the side of his face, hesitatingly raising his hand again and again.

Another layer of memories came flooding back to him.

"They killed my children?"

"Yeah they killed you, and they killed your children."

The black aura came out from nowhere and slowly wrapped around the gray shadow.

"kill."

Yun Jing loosened his hand and nodded slightly.

"Yes, go kill her."

The rain, which had already lightened up, began to intensify again.

"That's our thing."