Lightning crossed the sky, illuminating a haze, smashing the hope in the heart of Mu Yu. The wind began to wreak havoc, an old tree creaked in the distance, crumbling, the leaves had left it, its branches were cut off, and the trunk was always blown off by the waist.
Dead wood is like the old tree at the moment, and the vitality is quickly dissipating.
"Don't die, life and death in the blink of an eye! Life and death in the blink of an eye! ”
Mu Yu clenched his teeth and wanted to fall into a state of violent escaping. He wanted to awaken the power of Muyou Mengling, and wanted to use his life and death to save the dead wood.
However, the nine-day magic array has completely trapped the woody Umno Lord. He has no physical reaction at all. He has no power to run away, only a humble spiritual power, and no use at all.
"No, I don't want you to die."Mu Yu lowered his head, and his whole figure was knocked out and became a six gods.
A drop of tears fell and dripped on the chest of dead wood.
The dead wood smiled and looked at Mu Yu, and said softly: "You will still cry for me. I always thought that you are a child with no heart…"
"I won't cry, no!"Mu Yu said reluctantly, tears poured down like a dyke, soaking clothes.
He remembered the words joking with the dead wood in the illusion of the grass:
"roll! You bastard will shed tears for me? The sun will hit the west! ”The dead wood did not swear.
"Okay, I will not shed tears when you scream in the future."Mu Yu mixed a face.
Mu Yu thought it was just a joke, but now he is really bursting into tears.
He never cried before, because he felt that life must learn to be strong, and all tears are pretentious disguise. But at this moment, he unloaded the disguise and let the tears roll down.
Dead wood looks at Mu Yu, this child who has never grown up, and the whole day and Xiaoshuai are both irritating, always so optimistic, just like a sun shines into the lonely heart of the dead wood, let him feel some Unspeakable warmth.
He used to be very isolated and refused to go thousands of miles away, but Mu Yu was faintly walking into his life.
"You don't always want to know what the illusion I saw when I was angry in the grass?"The corner of the dead wood overflowed with blood, and the breath was getting weaker, but he still insisted. He didn't want to leave regrets. At this moment, there are so many words that he wants to say to the child in front of him.
He has never liked to say good things, because that would make him feel awkward. However, he understands that some words will not be said, and there may be no chance to say anything.
Mu Yu once asked the dead wood in the illusion is not the big hero to save the dead wood, the dead wood has always told Mu Yu is a bear. Mu Yu asked him twice about this question, and the dead wood did not tell Mu Yu the exact answer.
"I don't want to know, I just want you to be alive!"The wood feathers became hoarse.
At that time, in the anger of the grass, in order to get out of the illusion of the wood feathers, the knives that the dead wood resolutely pricked on the wood feathers made the wood feathers very unpleasant. Although he knew that the knife was fake, but the dead wood was so decisive, it was like doing something simple, and he felt a panic in his heart.
He doesn't know what it means to the dead wood.
I don't know what position I have in the heart of the dead wood, why I don't hesitate when I am dead. Mu Yu even thought that if one day, let the dead wood choose a survival between Miaoyu and Muyu, would the dead wood not hesitate to choose Miaoyu instead of him?
Mu Yu was troubled by this knife for a long time.
Mu Yu asked the dead wood twice. He wanted to know what role he played in the illusion of dead wood. He treated the dead wood as his father, but he was afraid that the dead wood had only been using him.
"In my fantasy, you are not a big hero to save me, nor a bear that I am talking about, you are my son."The dead wood said slowly.
Mu Yu jerked his head up and greeted the dead wood. His heart beats violently!
"After knowing that Feng Haochen has a daughter, my resentment against him has become envious and jealous. I don't understand why he always has what I don't have. He took away the people I like, even the apprentices. They are all so good. I suddenly thought that I was alone, not even a younger generation, how sad this life is! ”
The smile of dead wood is full of sadness. He hates the wind and dust for a lifetime, but nothing compares with the wind and dust. The only apprentice who receives the same is also the wind and dust. He didn't understand what he was thinking. He would treat the windy dusty apprentice as his own son. He forced himself to suppress this feeling, but the dead wood could not deceive himself.
"When I saw it, I thought of you. I didn't realize that I thought of you as my own son. Although you are always angry with me, I think that I often provoke Xue's father to be angry. We both The same one. But I don't want you to know, because you only have your master in your heart, I see your enthusiasm to help the wind, I don't want to take my own insults, so I don't want to tell you what my fantasy is…"
"I don't want to know what the illusion is, I just want you to be alive!"Mu Yu whispered.
The dead wood trembled and reached out and licked the tears in the corner of the wood feather: "In the illusion that the grass gives me, you are not angry with me, but always call me the old man, I know that I have too much hope, you How could you call me?
What about the old man? If you let you know, you must laugh again and again. I know that I don't deserve to be your dead wood, this is just what I think about, you don't want to be on your mind. ”
He never told Mu Yu what he saw the illusion. The appearance of Mu Yu made his dead heart become extraordinary. In fact, he always wanted to have a child and raise the child together with the loved one.
In his fantasy, Mu Yu really became his son. Whether he is with the cold and snow or with the Miao language, Mu Yu is like a child who never grows up. He is not around with him. He likes that feeling and likes Mu Yu to call his "dry wood daddy" voice.
But he felt that he couldn't match it, because Mu Yu's character was the opposite of him. An optimistic child should have an optimistic father, not a lonely and grumpy man.
The heart of Mu Yu’s heart was hit by someone, and the knot that had been troubled for a long time suddenly opened. When the dagger in the hands of the dead wood pierced the body of the wooden feather, Mu Yu was empty, and he even suspected that the dead wood had never taken him seriously, but now Mu Yu understood that he was wrong.
The dead wood was stabbed at the time, his son!
"I will not laugh at you, I have long regarded you as your father. I thought that you didn't care about me, I never dared to ask, I have the same concerns with you, but in my heart you have always been my dead wood, I swear! ”Mu Yu buried his head in the arms of the dead wood.
The "dry wood old man" is so simple, pure, but with sincere emotions. This is a simple name, but because of their respective personalities, they never yelled for export until today.
In the process of the wood feathers being wrapped up in the anger and death of the grass, the dead wood stayed in the battle for nearly a month, and never left. He was afraid that Mu Yu would go out of the pool, and he was afraid that Mu Yu would never wake up again, because the one surrounded by danger was his son!
"Whether you are comforting me or really, I will accept this old man." Maybe you and everyone agree that I am useless, and your Master is not a level. But you have never seen me really out of the hand, this blood jade ink crystal has been engraved by me, it will let you see how you have nothing to do with the dead wood old man who used the array to kill the Golden Dan Unfortunately, there is no success, you should not laugh at the old man. ”
The dead wood struggled to put the blood Yume on the Mu Yu hand, he took the Mu Yu as a disciple, but to go out in the eyes of all the people he is ridiculed of that, everyone thinks he is because of true God apprentice to get a lot of benefits, all people are in the shadow of the wind and the dust to belittle him, everyone think he as Mu Yu Master is not the same, Everyone looks down on him and treats him like a joke …
He didn't care about it all because he didn't care about the eyes of outsiders. But Mu Yu has been defending his dignity, helping him to speak and protecting him from being bullied. Over time, he was not reconciled in his heart. He wanted to prove in front of Mu Yu that he was not nothing, not the dead wood that had the light of the true god.
He wants to show it once in front of Mu Yu.
I want to behave once in front of my son.
So he used the blood jade ink crystal to record how to use the array to kill the sky, he wants to let Mu Yu know that he is a dead tree, is qualified to be the master of Mu Yu! More qualified as the dead wood of the wood feathers!
However, he still failed. The people of Sangong Palace sneaked on him, so that his last wish could not be realized. His son couldn’t see the old-fashioned look. Maybe he could only be a dead-end old man. It is.
"I never thought that you were useless, and wouldn't laugh at you, because – because -" Mu Yu wiped his tears, "because being a son is never going to laugh at his father."
Mu Yu had no parents since he was a child. He felt that having parents was a very happy thing. He regarded dead wood as his father, so he never dismissed his father's strength, because he had been protecting him in front of many people, and now he should protect his dead wood.
Even if the dead wood old man is very low, but Mu Yu knows that he is not qualified to laugh at the dead wood old man, because he has no ability to protect the dead wood old man!
The dead wood showed a comforting smile: "You say so, I like this sentence." ”
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"I hope that you will study the array, but the wind will not let you learn. This depends on your own wishes. My formation is more powerful than the wind. This is the only place I am proud of. I still hope. You can learn all my arrays, but unfortunately can't teach you personally. After I died, I brought my body to Cher. I can’t live with her. I will be with her after I die. I am sorry for her…”
The dead wood slowly stretched out the blood-stained hand and gently patted the back of the head of Mu Yu. He used to like this to find Mu Yu. Mu Yu has never escaped, even if his cultivation has already surpassed the dead wood, and when the dead wood hits his head, he will let the dead wood hit.
This may be the last time the dead wood hit the back of the wood feather.
Although Mu Yu has never been big or small, he has always been concerned about the feeling of dead wood. After the dead wood was lost, he protected the self-esteem of the dead wood everywhere and protected his dignity as a master of the fit. He has never been ruined by dead wood, and he never felt that the dead wood in the Golden Age was a burden, because he knows how to be grateful!
The son should not dislike his father.
The life of dead wood is sad, he has been living for the rest of his life.
People live. When he made up his mind to live for himself, the Triple Palace did not allow him to live any longer.
The wind blew violently, and the old tree in the distance was finally blown off by the waist, and there was no more life.
The rain hit the wood feathers and sizzled, and his heart was cold.