Chapter 421 It hurts
When the woman's indifferent gaze fell on Fang Geyu like ice and snow, she revealed a hint of desolation that was about to melt away like melting snow.
Fang Geyu's confused eyes were slightly fixed, and the arrogance in her eyes that had not disappeared even if she was burned by the never-ending fire suddenly completely faded away at this moment.
Clean things always reveal a bit of fragility.
She was like a proud white crane that had lost both wings and withered feathers but refused to give up. It was still flying in the sky. Suddenly, she was caught off guard and was hit by an arrow, hitting a critical point.
The smell of blood deep in her throat persisted, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes. She slowly opened her lips, with the burning pain of blood, her voice was choked, and she called softly: "Auntie."
Amidst the roar of the wind, the woman seemed to answer the call. She held the sword behind her in her right hand, suddenly leaned down, and gently touched the girl's cracked and bloody face with her left hand, touching their foreheads.
The temperature in her palm was so soft and warm, as if it had finally brought her salvation from the endless pain.
The face in the faint white light is cold and charming, as beautiful as a character walking out of a fantasy.
The woman caressed the girl's face carefully, her eyes sometimes feeling sad and sometimes pitiful, as if she wanted to put all the comfort and love in the world into the palm of her hand and give it to her.
In order to hold Fang Geyu tightly, the woman pressed her body lower, the palm on her cheek passed through the girl's black hair, gently bent her thin shoulders, and held her in her arms.
Fang Geyu rested his chin on the woman's shoulder. The faint fragrance was a distant breath in her memory. The sudden intimate comfort made this arrogant young lady at a loss.
She has never tasted family affection and doesn't know how to respond to this hug.
I could only stiffen my back, stand in mid-air with my hands, choked with sobs, and carefully tell my pain and grievances to the people closest to me.
"Auntie, it hurts..."
No child in the world is born without fear of pain.
Facts have proved that even Fang Geyu will cry when she feels aggrieved.
The reason why a person is strong, fearless, and full of sharp thorns is just because the person who can make her act like a baby is no longer there.
The firelight reflected the woman's gentle gaze. She hugged the girl's delicate body very tightly, as if she cherished her as if she had been lost and found again. She wanted to rub her into her own flesh and blood and protect her.
Her voice was indescribably soft and caring: "Aniang is here, good child."
Fang Geyu cried loudly and hugged tightly the embrace that she coveted, her breath filled with the familiar coldness of snowflakes on her mother's sleeves.
For a moment, I was so confused that I didn’t know where I was. I just knew that I was back in the ice and snow silver city, atop the towering tower.
She cried so hard that she shrank into his arms, wishing she could hide herself from everyone, and began to speak incoherently:
"Auntie, it hurts so much—— They all said that I was not A Niang’s child. Geng said that she put out the charcoal fire in the private room, It's so dark...it's so cold. Mom, please don't lock me up anymore. They don't treat me well. Mom, please take me away, please take me away."
People just said. Tonight, the eldest lady of Shifang City shines brightly. She is loved by thousands of people. She pulls carts with fairy beasts and burns the city drunkenly.
But who knew that this young lady who looked glamorous on the outside was once alone in a secret room, caught in a crisis of false identity, and was suspected by everyone and deceived by the maids.
The cold city was always windy and snowy, and the secluded room where she was shut up, and the charcoal fire where she curled up for warmth, had also been extinguished by malicious intentions.
My mother-in-law never heard of these grievances back then, and she did not dare to speak out.
The woman sighed softly, caressing the girl's hair and said: "My mother-in-law can't take you away. My mother-in-law died in Qianta. As a dead person, I can't guide the living. "
"But I'm in so much pain, my mother-in-law, who will save me from the burning fire?"
Why does she have to suffer like this?
If she is not A Niang’s child as they said, then why should she become the master of Shifang Sword?
The arms holding her body suddenly tightened a bit.
Originally, Fang Geyu was hugged tightly by her, wishing she could rub him into her body and blend into one. Now the strength tightened again and the burns on her body burst. This embrace was not just a hug, but also brought her some suppressed pain.
She heard A Niang's soft voice suddenly become cold and stern: "No one can save you. The common people want you to die, who will come to save you? Everyone wants to live, who - will come to save you? Even A Mom can’t make a decision for you. If you want to be with grandma, you can only rely on yourself.”
Fang Geyu was confused and confused. She raised her neck and her eyes were so fragile that they seemed to break at the touch: "Auntie, I don't understand...can you teach me?"
Her lips slowly came close to the girl's ear and whispered: " Is it painful to be burned by burning fire?"
"It hurts..."
"Is it painful to be alone and homeless?"
"Bitterness..."
"Yes, the rebirth brought about by destruction again and again is not salvation at all. Why don't Ge'er tear off the silk with her own hands and spend the underworld with my mother-in-law?"
"..."
"Although the underworld is cold, you have my mother-in-law by your side. You will have my mother-in-law in your loneliness and pain in the future."
The blade of the sword is like a mirror, and the cold edge wipes out the With an inch of the girl's eyes, Fang Geyu slowly looked away.
The eyes that looked sideways at the sea of fire had already turned into darkness.
It’s so cold!
“Is it too late for Grandma to accompany me?” Her voice was still choked with sobs, but the words she spat out were like the cold wind.
The woman was silent for a moment, and then said: "You kid, don't say anything stupid again."
Fang Geyu let out a low laugh, his face was as cold as the dry earth. On the fish that had been frozen for a long time, his eyes were dead: "A Niang is indeed a high-ranking person who stands alone on the tower all year round. She doesn't even know how to give a simple hug."
"Ge'er?"
"A'Niang..." Fang Geyu slowly raised his bloody face from her arms. This time he called A Niang no longer pitiful, but full of ridicule. : “Don’t you know, grandma, it’s very insincere to hug someone with one hand? The other half of my body is cold, mother, why don’t you put down the sword in your other hand and give me a full hug.”
The Shifang Sword that the woman carried behind her was motionless, as if it had been standing for many years. The solemn things cannot be shaken.
Even though he knew it was fake, when Fang Geyu saw the sword edge that did not tremble at all, his eyes still turned red for a moment.
The woman was silent for a long time, hearing the sound of rolling magma and flames. She sighed softly, and then slowly pushed Fang Geyu away. When she looked at her face again, Lingqi had disappeared. And caring, a pair of golden eyes are strange and indifferent.
Fang Geyu's eyes were cold: "It's really quite funny."
The woman took two steps back, and when she spoke again, her voice had changed into a low and indistinguishable voice: "I don't think this is the case here. No one in the world is indestructible. "
"But..."
She raised a finger and touched Fang Geyu's heart: "You are indeed the strongest human being I have ever seen."
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He is also the most sober human being alive.
Sober...it makes people's hair stand on end.
(End of this chapter)