frightfiction Chapter 286 Mom loves you very much
Chapter 286 Mom loves you very much
Chapter 286 Mom Loves You Very Much
When Zhenqing woke up, he found himself in the void.
This is where?
Out of habit, he lowered his eyes to look at his hands. They were no longer cold, white, and bony hands, but illusory white and transparent.
Below me, the stars twinkle, and the blue Milky Way stretches across the sky like a dream. It is not like the ordinary Milky Way that emits cold white light, but is shrouded in a deep and mysterious blue, with countless light spots scattered in it, and the flowing light is like a dream.
The joyful divine power surrounded him. Zhenqing had seen it in the inherited memory. This was the long river of time.
Frame after frame of images flashed through his mind, and the boy looked around helplessly with red eyes.
"Sister Yan Ting......."
Zhenqing looked at the endless Milky Way and murmured softly, unable to accept this reality. He looked at his hands, tears kept falling and hitting his palms, "Why?"
"why?"
It turns out that even gods cannot change life...
At the moment when Yan Ting sacrificed himself, he frantically flipped through the inherited memories, hoping to find a way to save Yan Ting's life, even for a moment or a day, but in the end he found that he was really powerless.
Despair and helplessness were all Zhenqing felt at that moment. The first things that flashed through his mind were Shen Sili and his uncles. They were all mortals, and he could not keep them.
The young man stared at the blue Milky Way in a daze, "Qiuqiu..."
Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound in his ears. He looked up and saw that colorful bubbles were floating in the air. There was a faint sound in each bubble. The closest bubble was royal blue and did not look like a bubble, but a pearl.
The moment Zhenqing reached out to touch it, his eyes went dark.
The familiar feeling made him dream back to when he was three years old. For a moment, he couldn't care about his sadness anymore, and his mind was full of "Fuck!".
"Grass!"
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When he opened his eyes again, Zhenqing felt an extremely strong sense of squeezing in his head and his body felt light.
He wanted to move his hands to see what was going on, but found that he had no hands!!!
Zhenqing: “Huh…?” Facts have proved that people will really laugh when they are extremely speechless.
Zhenqing thought dejectedly, it comes again, when will I be able to stop this damn thing of mine that makes me faint after getting excited?
He was already in a bad mood, and now after what happened, Zhenqing wanted to die even more.
He looked around, trying to figure out what he was.
The surrounding environment was a purple ocean. In the distance, a huge diamond-shaped violet crystal floated in the air. Zhenqing could see at a glance that it was the spiritual core of the spiritual sea.
Is this the spiritual sea of consciousness? Whose is it?
He was above the sea of consciousness, not on the surface of the sea. Zhen Qing guessed and roughly knew that he should have turned into a ball of light, floating in the air.
He moved his current body and floated down towards the sea, finally seeing his current appearance clearly.
I am now a ball of light, still faintly flashing white light. Not only am I much larger than the surrounding light spots, but the color is also different. I look like a huge white ball. The white ball has no facial features, it is just floating in a round shape.
Zhenqing: “..........” Okay, okay, I also experienced the feeling of the light spot in the sea of consciousness.
Just as Zhenqing was looking at himself carefully, a soft female voice came from a distance, which sounded very familiar.
"This is where?"
Zhenqing's entire ball of light trembled and he looked over in disbelief.
The illusory human figure in front of him, emitting a faint golden glow, was Yan Ting.
Zhenqing almost flew out and hit the woman's face. The woman was stunned for a moment, caught the ball of light, and found that it felt good. She rubbed it gently and smiled, "So cute."
Zhenqing felt the woman's illusory body energy, which was already very weak, almost transparent.
He reacted quickly. He thought that Yan Ting probably knew everything now and was in the early stages of preparing for the sacrifice. Otherwise, the mental image could not be so weak and transparent. A normal mental image should have flesh and blood.
Zhen Qing choked up and called out "Sister." But he was just a ball of light now, and Yan Ting couldn't hear him at all. She just thought this conscious ball of light was interesting, so she poked it with her hands, picked it up and tossed it.
Zhenqing was so dizzy that he could only float up and rub Yan Ting's face. The woman felt a little itchy and dodged with a smile. She found that this glowing ball was alive, so she pinched him and asked, "Tuanzi, do you know where this is?"
"This is someone else's sea of consciousness." Zhenqing said in a low voice.
Yan Ting couldn't hear anything, and seeing the ball of light quietly nestling in the palm of his hand, he had no choice but to walk towards the violet core crystal in the distance.
This spiritual core stands in the center of the spiritual sea of consciousness, emitting brilliant spots of light. The dreamy light floating around it tightly surrounds the spiritual core. One can clearly feel that the vast power is constantly resonating, and the sea of consciousness below the crystal core is rippling with circles of ripples.
This type of spiritual sea of consciousness had only been seen in Qiu Bieyi's sea of consciousness when he was still a mortal. Wei Yang and the others had seen their spiritual seas of consciousness, which corresponded to their own supernatural attributes. Their spiritual cores were not diamond-shaped crystal cores, but their original bodies.
As soon as Yan Ting brought him closer to the crystal core, Zhen Qing recognized him, because there was a young man curled up in the spiritual core, holding a round egg-sized ball of light in his palm, with black wavy hair, who looked 60% similar to Yan Ting, and if you look closely, he also has some shadow of Zhai Nian, delicate and beautiful like a BJD doll.
This is Shuying’s spiritual sea of consciousness.
Yan Ting's eyes lit up, and he obviously recognized that this was the appearance of his son when he grew up.
She quickened her pace and wanted to get closer, but Zhenqing struggled to float up to block her. The spiritual core could not be approached casually. This vast power was constantly radiating outwards. If it was too huge, it would be bounced back!
Yan Ting stopped and squeezed Zhen Qing, "It's okay, it won't hurt me."
After saying that, she trotted over. When she was about one meter away, she was gently bounced away. But the next second her spiritual core seemed to recognize that this was her mother, so she tore a hole to allow Yan Ting to approach. The woman smiled and raised her eyebrows at the ball of light next to her, grabbed the ball of light and walked in.
She placed her hand on the spiritual core, "Baby?"
Yan Ting let go of Zhen Qing, patted his spiritual core, and said cheerfully, "Baby?"
Is this her son? Is this right? Is this right?
This is what my son will look like when he grows up? So pretty!!
The curled up boy seemed to be woken up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person who had been patting his core. He was confused for a moment, just a moment. He threw away the ball of light in his hand, rushed over, and tried desperately to squeeze the crystal out.
Yan Ting hadn't noticed anything yet, so he just smiled and asked, "Shuying?"
Hearing the woman's gentle voice, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red. He put his hands close to the woman's, rubbed them lovingly, and asked with a sob, "Mother?"
Yan Ting was a little flustered when she saw the boy crying. She wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears, but she found that there was a thin layer of crystal between them. She felt a little lost, but at the same time, she gently comforted him, "Hey, it's mother, what's wrong with the baby? Why are you crying?"
The young man watched the woman approach the transparent shadow. He did not answer her, but patted the crystal core and cried, "Mother, Mom, please don't sacrifice your life, okay? Shuying doesn't want the extra five years and health. I only ask you to stay with me for two more years. My uncle and brother Qiuqiu will help you live two more years."
Yan Ting's smile gradually disappeared. Her hand on the core trembled slightly, and slowly tightened. Her thoughts changed, and she immediately understood something. How could she forget that Shuying should still be a child at this time...
The woman looked at the boy's delicate and beautiful face and smiled again, "Your father and A-Qing have taken good care of you. Look at your pretty, fair face."
It’s a pity that mom can’t pinch it.
A person's spiritual core and shadow can reflect a person's living conditions and personality. The spiritual shadow is the projection of the real self. The boy in front of him is obviously well raised, and it can be seen that he will grow up in love in the future.
Zhenqing's mind went blank. He froze above Yan Ting and instantly understood what the boy meant by his words. At some point in the future, Shuying used some power to return to the past and wanted to stop her mother from sacrificing herself.
Shuying cried even harder and complained in a high-pitched voice, "Dad left when I was ten years old! Without you, he had no desire to live at all! He..." abandoned me.
Yan Ting just smiled when she heard this and said softly, "It's already pretty good that he could hold on for ten years. Mom guessed it, so I only left him ten letters."
The boy froze.
"Shuying." Yan Ting called softly.
"Mom's fate can only go so far, and I want to leave with more value." Yan Ting reached out to touch the boy's head through the core and said softly, "Mom doesn't want to trouble Aqing and Ayi, and I don't want Aqing to get hurt."
Yan Ting learned a lot from God, and she certainly knew that everything required a price to be paid.
If Zhenqing and Qiu Bieyi want to forcibly delay his life, they will definitely be punished by the law, especially Zhenqing, who is just a cub of god. If he wants to help himself live a few more years, this is against the will of heaven.
He is still young and outside the law now, but once he reaches adulthood and inherits the throne of the law, the punishment will come back many times over.
As the heir of the law, as the law, if you break the law knowingly, the punishment will be three times or more that of all gods.
As a mutant, Yan Ting didn't want their little prince to get hurt. As Zhai Nian's wife, she had long regarded Zhenqing as her own brother, so she didn't want her brother to get hurt even more.
Yan Ting smiled and said, "Baby, don't blame your father. He has lost you and mom a hundred times. Mommy is not trying to defend him, because it is wrong for him to abandon you like this, but mommy has no right to blame him or be angry."
“………” The young man stood there in a daze.
"We have been reincarnated hundreds of times, and every time we were the first to abandon him." Yan Ting wiped away her tears and said softly, "So mommy wants to be a little selfish and ask baby not to blame him, okay? He definitely didn't mean it."
When he said the last sentence, Yan Ting lost his voice a little, but the boy still caught it.
"I never blamed him." The boy lowered his head and whispered, "I was just a little angry. He lied to me. He clearly said that he would be with me until I was fifteen... He broke his promise."
"Mom knows." Yan Ting nodded. Seeing that the boy had stopped crying, she wanted to know more about the future, so she changed the subject. "Shuying looks about 17 or 18 years old now. Can you tell mom the reason?"
“In fact, I am over a hundred years old. It’s just that due to an accident, I went to a small world and my appearance was frozen at the age of eighteen.” The young man said embarrassedly.
Yan Ting was shocked. After a long while, she said, "It turns out that our Shuying is already a baby over a hundred years old."
The boy's face flushed red, and he stammered to change the subject, "I, I, I, I met my other half of the soul, and he helped me."
The young man sniffed, steadied his voice, picked up the light spot that was thrown to the side, handed it to Yan Ting, and poked the light ball with his hand, "Hey, Ye Yingjue, speak."