Back then, she personally delivered the baby to the old alcoholic.
Xia Ya was newly married, and she ran all the way.
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"Since you didn't come to take me back, why is that?"
"I just came to see you..."
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"You just left?"
"I didn't come to see you, this kid, to see how the old alcoholic was trained. Your appearance didn't disappoint me."
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"...It must be recorded who your biological parents are... Don't you want to go and see?"
"So what if you know? What if you don't know! It's all in vain..."
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Confused in vain! Confused in vain!
But the heart is already in chaos, no matter how to pretend, it is in vain!
In fact, outside the city of Denzel, she told herself that she handed herself over to her foster father, the old alcoholic—at that time, Xi Ya had already begun to doubt it.
When she spoke to herself, her tone was always so gentle, as if there was a faint innate affinity that infected Xia Ya's heart.
In fact, when standing in the City Lord's Mansion, when this woman asked herself in a quirky tone with a slightly trembling voice: Do you want to know who her parents are.
Xia Ya had already guessed it.
He said he didn't want to, he just didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to face it!
He didn't want to face, why did this woman throw him into that chaotic world back then, why did his mother throw herself to an old alcoholic so cruelly.
Is it because he is from the Holy City
Is it because of that goddamn tradition of "inheritance and training"!
But she is Saint Laurent Garros, the legendary guardian of the holy city, the supreme legendary guardian—as a guardian, can’t she fulfill the responsibility of a mother
Xia Ya really didn't want to recognize such a mother! I don't want to admit it!
He wanted to ask her face-to-face with his head held high: Why did you throw me to Biren? Is the responsibility of that bullshit holy city guardian really above human nature? !
Guardian of the Holy City - Legendary Hero? !
what!
Even the humanity is gone, what a hero!
So, Xiaya said, "I don't want to know."
In fact, his meaning is very simple: I do not want to recognize!
This means, Saint Laurent Garros understands, and Char also understands that she understands.
But when God Emperor Odin went to fight under the mountain, Xia still couldn't help but stop her from fighting again and again.
Xia Ya repeatedly prevented God Emperor Odin from going up the mountain, even though he was bruised and bruised, even though he knew he was invincible.
At this moment, looking at her sitting under the collapsed palace, the calm and resolute smile on her face...
Watching Thor Hannigan's hand lift gently, about to fall, about to take her life...
Listen to her last sentence.
"That kid... he's my... son."
my... son...
Son! !
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"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
Xia's eyes were red, and he roared frantically. The whole body instantly erupted with red flames, and he slammed into it frantically!
At this moment, he has completely exploded, looking at Sol Hannigan's hand that is about to fall, there is only one thought in his heart!
Rush over!
Rush over! !
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The sound was clear and crisp, like glass shattering. Xia Ya, who was surrounded by crimson flames, leaped past, and the invisible barrier that had knocked his head into blood finally appeared, but it was already broken!
Several translucent cracks bloomed in the air, and this space barrier was finally forcibly penetrated by Xia Ya.
His body seemed to freeze in the air, and it seemed to be in a rapid shuttle.
Xiaya has stabbed the fire fork frantically.
He knew he couldn't hurt Thor Hannigan at all.
He even knew he probably couldn't stop Thor Hannigan.
However, he must try!
In mid-air, this came forward and stabbed, as if somewhere, a certain heartstring in Xia Ya's heart was gently broken. As if somewhere, a certain layer of shackles had been imprisoning him between the heaven and the earth, and it collapsed silently.
The sky of the holy city is as blue as wash.
Now the stars are gone...
The sun is shining...
As if that beam of sunlight shone on the figure in mid-air, as if the fire fork contained a trace of leisurely freehand brushwork...
This stab, hit.
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Sol Hannigan originally just turned around and stared, then stared, and finally became surprised!
In an instant, Sol Hannigan's raised palm withdrew, and his fingers moved towards Char's fire fork.
First shot, empty!
Sol Hannigan frowned!
Second shot, empty!
Thor Hannigan raised his eyebrows!
Immediately the third shot!
The fingertips finally rested lightly on the fire fork, piercing the red crimson murderous aura, but this time, the red flames did not melt!
The fire fork hummed and vibrated, and Sol Hannigan's fingertips passed along the fire fork. Although Char's body was shaking, he was still moving forward!
With a snort, the fire fork stabbed into Sol Hannigan's arm, only three points into the flesh, and Sol Hannigan was finally moved.
In the next instant, Xi Ya had already landed on the ground, the fire fork shot up into the sky, and when it fell, it stuck at Sol Hannigan's feet.
Xiaya knelt beside Saint Laurent Garros, blood in his mouth, the arm that was holding the fire fork was broken, and no one was intact!
His breath was chaotic, when he exhaled like a gossamer, when he spit it out like a bellows, as if there was a thunderbolt hidden in his chest, lingering!
Saint Laurent Garros looked surprised, gritted his teeth and tried to reach out to Xi Ya, but the arm fell softly as soon as it was raised, and he couldn't help but look at Sol Hannigan.
God Emperor Odin seemed to be stunned at the moment. He looked down at the fresh wound on his arm, and blood was flowing slowly. Although this stab was not deep and the injury was not serious, it was real. Really stabbed myself!
The slight pain of the skin is so sharp and clear!
Finally, he raised his head and glanced at Xia Ya, who was kneeling on the ground, with indescribable surprise in his eyes, and then found the strange ups and downs of Xia Ya's chest, and his breath was almost crumbling. Sol Hannigan just walked up and patted Xi Ya's chest with one hand.
Wave!
Xia Ya opened his mouth and spurted blood! This situation is very scary, it seems that he is going to spit out his blood!
But after a few mouthfuls, his breathing finally calmed down, and then he coughed violently, but his face regained a trace of vitality.
Sol Hannigan squinted and looked at Saint Laurent Garros.
"I believe now that he is indeed your son."
He looked at Xia Ya again, and said in a low voice, "That stab just now is very good!"
Xiaya shook his head. He had no strength to speak, but tried to use his trembling hand to tightly hold Saint Laurent Garros' hand.
It felt cold to the touch, and Saint Laurent Garros' hand was like a piece of ice, and there was no trace of warmth.
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard."
The gentle voice made Xia Ya's eyes suddenly warm.
"Actually, I understand what you're thinking."
Xiaya finally started to cry, he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.
"Actually, I've always been very sorry, I've always felt sorry for you."
"Actually, I've always missed you, often."
"Actually, I'm not indifferent. I handed you over to that guy, just so you could escape this sky."
"Actually, I also have my selfishness. I hope my son can live in a free world, even if he never recognizes me."
"Actually, I regret that I went to see you, and I regret dragging you into this whirlpool again."
Xia Ya clenched her hand so tightly that he was shaking too hard.
"I'm sorry to see you so late. I'm sorry to let you know this so late. Also, I'm sorry, because..." Saint Laurent Garros had a wry smile on his lips: "I want you to see me like this with your own eyes. Leaving you, I just want to tell you, this is my own choice, the power of that magic circle backtracking, although it helped me break through the shackles of power, but the price is my life. There is always a price to pay for gaining power, and I do not I don't regret it, and I'm very satisfied. At least I can experience the realm of Great Yuan in my lifetime. You don't have to avenge Saul, it's not that he killed me, it's my own choice."
She suddenly took a deep breath and looked into Xia Ya's eyes.
"...You have the same eyes as your father." Saint Laurent Garros' tone became more gentle and his eyes more peaceful: "He is a very good person, he likes to read, likes to sit in the yard in the afternoon to bask in the sun, like In calm and free days, I like to tell jokes that even I don’t understand, but they are not funny.”
As she spoke, she seemed to sigh faintly: "He is a very ordinary and mediocre person living in the holy city. There are not many people like this in the holy city. He has no talent for learning martial arts, no talent for learning magic, and he likes reading and dislikes reading. Taking a shower, there are always some wonderful and weird ideas in his mind, he doesn't have many friends in the Holy City... But I always think he is the best man in the world."
"I'm sorry you haven't seen him... Although he is a very ordinary person, he has never done anything earth-shattering in his life, just lived an ordinary life, and then died an ordinary illness, but I hope you remember that you once had A good father, because... it was his idea to send you out of the Holy City."
"You look like him when you laugh, you look like him when you frown when you're angry, and even when you're unreasonable, you look like him." Saint Laurent Garros finally raised his hand slowly—this action seemed like a waste of time After exhausting all her strength, when the palm of her hand slowly landed on Xia Ya's face, the brilliance in this woman's eyes faded little by little...
Her fingers gently stroked the tears from the corners of Xia Ya's eyes, and suddenly she was like the millions of ordinary mothers in this world, and she whispered, "You have so many wounds on your body... Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Xia Ya clenched his teeth and finally said a word. At this moment, Xia Ya's voice was like that of a young child, unable to cry, as if with a hint of childishness and a daze!
His voice was trembling, softly, softly begging: "You... can you not die? You don't want to die... okay?"
"I'm very, very sorry... Your request, I really, really can't do it... "
So silent.