This... what kind of energy is this
Is it profound strength
wrong! Not profound strength!
It is more pure than profound energy, and not more mellow than profound energy.
It's like the spirit of nature that nourishes everything in the world. Once it enters her body, her dry meridians will be revived little by little as if being moistened by spring rain.
And even stranger, with this influx of energy.
There seems to be a kind of power in her body, which circulates in the tendons and finally gathers in the lower abdomen.
But it wasn't profound energy, nor did it gather in the sea of energy.
It was another more mysterious space, storing energy that she had never felt before.
What is this... exactly
Why does she feel this energy is somewhat familiar? It seems that, long, long ago, she also felt it.
long long ago…
The thunder is rolling, the thunder clouds are ten thousand feet high, and the body is in the pain of being burned...
However, as thunder and fire fell, her body's tendons began to be transformed inch by inch.
The sea of qi that originally condensed profound energy also began to change, gradually producing another strange and powerful energy.
That's... spiritual power! !
It is the spiritual power that every warrior in Yanwu Continent dreams of!
Muyan suddenly opened her eyes, but was stimulated by the strong light and closed them again.
The scene in front of him became clearer little by little.
"Mother!!"
Xiaobao's calling came from beside his ear.
And the man murmured in a low voice, "Muyan..."
Then, two pairs of almost identical eyes came into view.
One big and one small, but they are so similar.
It's not just the similarity of these two sets of eyes.
They were even more similar to those eyes in her memory.
In the pitch-black cave, only the contact of the body is so hot, and only those eyes are so hot, as if they want to reflect into her soul.
A night she never wanted to recall.
Pain, suffering, chaos, intoxication... It's upside down.
At that time, it was the same pair of eyes that kept appearing in front of her eyes.
Why are Di Ming Jue's eyes so similar to those eyes!
Muyan stared blankly at the man's handsome face and those deep eyes, almost infatuated.
No, not right!
In memory, those eyes were red and violent, almost unable to reflect everything in the world.
Apart from his precious little treasure, all he brought to him was the pain and humiliation of that day and night.
But Di Ming Jue's eyes are full of reflections of himself.
No matter how cold and proud this man pretended to be, he held his sincerity in front of him.
"Muyan, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Noticing that Muyan is in a daze and doesn't respond for a while, Di Ming Jue finally can't maintain his cold expression.
An anxious look appeared in his eyes.
Xiaobao was about to cry, "Mother, mother, don't scare me!"
Muyan coughed a few times, her pupils finally slowly focused and landed on Xiaobao's face: "Baby?"
"Mother!"
Xiao Bao suddenly threw himself into Muyan's arms, hugging her neck tightly, his small body trembling non-stop.
In front of Di Ming Jue there is still a suppressed cry.
Arriving in Muyan's arms, he finally couldn't help crying.
A little child, soft, crying like a kitten.
"Mother... Mother... Xiaobao thought I would never see you again..."
Not wailing at all, not hysterical at all, but it made one's heart soften as if soaked in warm water.
Muyan hugged the little person in her arms tightly, her eyes were also red.