With a sudden force on his fingers, he pulled out the black knife from his stomach.
The black knife has barbs, pulling it out is equivalent to directly cutting the flesh and blood.
The blood immediately flowed endlessly like a spring.
"Mother, mother, don't die! Xiaobao doesn't want you to die!"
Xiaobao cried hoarsely.
The little hand tried desperately to hold down the bleeding wound, but it couldn't be held down no matter what.
Xiao Bao, who has always been mature and stable like a young adult, cried like a lost child for the first time.
So helpless, so desperate, so longing for redemption.
Muyan's face was paler than paper, she wanted to reach out and stroke Xiaobao's hair.
But at this moment, the disturbing bamboo flute remembered again.
This time the sound of the flute was louder and brighter, with overwhelming power to control the soul, as well as Huangfu Zun's almost trembling excitement.
Huangfuzun: "I'd like to see how long you can resist [Phantom Fog of Soul Silence]."
With the sound of the flute, the clarity in Muyan's eyes slowly disappeared.
The bloody hand was forced to clasp Xiaobao's neck.
The little boy's neck is so slender and fragile.
It only needs to be folded lightly and it will break.
Xiaobao's eyes were wide open, and tears kept gushing from his eyes.
Is mother going to kill him
All this is his fault.
It was he who knew that it would be dangerous to take the assessment instead of Huang Huang, but he still agreed without authorization.
It was he who put his mother, uncle and uncle in a desperate situation.
If he died at the hands of his mother.
My uncle and uncle also died at the hands of my mother.
How sad it will be when mother wakes up!
don't want!
He doesn't want to do this!
He swore to protect his mother.
The ice-blue pupils were also slightly stained with red, losing focus.
And in the center of his forehead, a bright red imprint like cinnabar appeared.
As the imprint became brighter and brighter, the image of the rising sun appeared faintly.
at the same time.
Muyan, who clasped Xiaobao's neck, contracted her pupils.
A bright, dazzling silver full moon appeared behind her, shining brightly.
The Tianmoqin floated into the air without knowing when.
No one is playing, but there is an intermittent sound of ding ding dong dong.
Forcibly covering the flute played by Huangfu Zun.
…
In Wushang Palace.
The little yellow chicken anxiously pecked at its own feathers with its beak, "cheeping and chirping" while pecking.
"Mum and brother can pass the test, can't pass the test, can pass the test, can't pass the test..."
The puppet in Tsing Yi, who had been standing quietly by the side, suddenly said, "In this time and space, no one can open the [Gate of the Firmament]."
"Even if you survive the [Infection], it's impossible to penetrate the [Dream]... They will die in the Tingyu Pavilion immediately, the young master should follow me back."
The little yellow chicken suddenly raised its head, its round and cute eyes stared at the puppet in green clothes, and let out a vicious cry: "Wow, woof, woof!!" Mother and brother will not die! Scoundrel, Huang Huang won't be deceived by you!
Puppet in Tsing Yi: "..."
The red gem on the chest gleamed.
The puppet in Tsing Yi continued to use its mechanical voice: "Young Master, don't you believe me?"
He flipped his wrist, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm.
There are several groups of flames of different colors floating in the glass bottle.
The puppet in Tsing Yi pointed to the silver one: "This is the mother you mentioned."
Pointing to another red one: "This is the brother you are talking about... The flames are getting weaker and thinner, representing the loss of their vitality and souls. When the flames completely disappear, that is when their souls fly away."