"Mom..." He called out twice, but no one heard him clearly in the noise.

The Manzhushahua around the stone platform is getting more and more open, and the more densely they grow. The little boy with red lips and white teeth is surrounded by a red ocean.

Behind him were rows of houses.

The flying pavilion is dazzling.

The roar circled in everyone's ears.

He stood up from the sea of ​​flowers and poked out his tender little feet.

"Mom-Mom-" He opened his arms and ran down the steps. But as soon as his feet stepped out, he fell down.

Tang Ning finally heard the sound from his mouth and said in surprise: "Is this the child of Xie Xuan and A Miao?" She said, and quickly looked down at the person in her arms.

But A Miao still didn't wake up, and she couldn't know what year it was to sleep.

The flowers under them were swaying and gradually spread out like light smoke.

Tang Ning heard Meng Yuanji shouting: "That thing is here!"

She quickly looked up and looked forward. The shaking boy, dressed in snow-white clothes, was walking towards them step by step.

I don’t know if it was because he hadn’t walked for too long or if he didn’t know how to walk at all, but after leaving the stone platform, every step he took seemed to be about to fall.

Tang Ning let go of A Miao and stood up with a frown.

Jialan suddenly grabbed her arm.

Tang Ning was shocked.

Jialan said, "Listen carefully."

What did you listen? Tang Ning looked ahead and listened with his breath, "Mom, Mom" ​​- the child was talking about these two words.

She said in confusion: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Jialan narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled her behind her, and whispered: "What he called was not A Miao."

Before he finished speaking, everyone present looked at Tang Ning.

Meng Yuanji's eyes were about to fall out: "Ning, Miss Ning's child?" He looked like he was seeing a ghost.

Tang Ning poked his head out from behind Jia Lan and frowned: "If it were my child, would I not know?" What's more, the child didn't look like an ordinary person from anywhere.

The roar gradually became smaller.

The boy in white staggered and fell down again.

He pouted with some annoyance and patted his legs.

Under the gray-white sky, there are pavilions made of white jade everywhere.

He sat on the ground, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly turned his head and looked behind him: "Who?"

With a slight voice, "Who" tore the sea of ​​flowers.

The flying petals looked like a red snow fell. When the wind blew, a white figure appeared among the snow particles. A round face, a chubby body, and a lotus root-like arms.

He also tied his braids tightly with a red colored rope on his head.

A Yan flew up suddenly: "Ah Chui! Ah Chui!"

But the person standing in Hongxue just opened his eyes a little bit.

He shivered and said, "No, Lord Wuchang..."

As if his legs were weak, as soon as he said something, he collapsed on the ground, his eyes straightened: "Mr. Wuchang is dead, Master Wuchang is dead..." He went back and forth, only saying this.

Ayan wanted to fly over, but was stopped by Jialan.

"Ah Chui! That's Ah Chui!" it screamed.

Jialan had a cold face: "How do you know he is Ah Chui?"

A Yan was stunned for a moment and still shouted: "I know!"

It was chaotic and kept shouting.

The boy in white who was sitting on the ground frowned: "Ah Chui?" He looked at A Yan, and then looked at the spirit of the weapon with a braided braid not far away.

That's right, that guy is a spirit of the weapon.

The boy in white got up from the ground and walked towards him.

"Ah Chui? Are your name Ah Chui?"

The spirit of the weapon with the braid with its head facing towards the sky looks just a child a few years older than him. Such a spirit of the weapon is not his.

The little boy in white stretched out his hand and pulled the upward braid on the spirit's head with force: "Raise your head and look at me."

The wind over the sea of ​​flowers suddenly stopped.

The spirit of the weapon was bursting with tears, and his face was raised in panic.

Round and fat, every line on his face seemed to be round.

The boy in white stared into his eyes and asked, "Is your name Xie Xuange?"

When he heard the word "Xie Xuan", the spirit of the instrument, who was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he burped suddenly.

He couldn't stop or speak.

The boy in white lit his forehead: "Why are you crying? I haven't even cried yet."

On the other side, the little blue fireball was still yelling, yelling to come to Ah Chui.

The boy in white turned around and glanced at it.

Aryan immediately frozen in the air.

The flame was still burning, but it did not move or say anything.

Tang Ning felt that Jialan's fingers tightened.

Retracting his gaze, turning his head, the little boy in white looked at the spirit in front of him again: "Why are that flame always calling you?"

As if he was very distressed, he shook his head and said, "Why are there monsters here?"

He opened his dark eyes and wanted to get his own answer from the spirit of the weapon.

But the spirit of the weapon, who was also wearing white clothes, was still immersed in panic.

He woke up after the tears stopped. A Yan was calling him, A Chu, A Chu, he is A Chu, but why did he wear white clothes?

The wetness on the face is still spreading.

Ah Chuan's teeth trembled and looked at the little boy in front of him.

Such a young face doesn't look like Lord Xie Xuan at all.

He trembled and gently pulled his clothes.

The boy in white was still asking, "Who am I? Ah Chui, who am I?"

Ah Chu couldn't speak.

Seeing this, the boy in white looked disappointed. He touched his braid with the back of his hand and pouted, "Since he appears here, you should know who I am."

"Can it be that something went wrong?" He looked at Ah Chu and blinked, "If it is broken, I won't keep you."

Ah Chu shook his body, stretched out his chubby hand, and pinched himself hard.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't seem to hurt too much.

He whispered: "No, Lord Wuchang."

The boy in white pinched his face and looked him up and down: "It's so strange, why did that guy make the spirit of the weapon like this."

Ah Chu heard from his words that he didn't like it.

Suddenly, the sky above the Duling Spirit Division lit up completely.

The golden-like sunlight penetrates the clouds and falls on everyone's shoulders.

Tang Ning was surprised to find that the sunlight in Dulingsi could be as warm and bright as in the human world.

The boy in white raised his head in the sun.

Ah Chui stammered and called him: "Mr. Xie Su..."

As the sun shines, the white clothes on their bodies look even whiter as snow.

He actually wore all the mysterious clothes that were late at night and the plain clothes that were whiter than snow.

This is simply impossible.

Ah Chui knelt on the ground, his head was already slightly tilted. He called "Master Xie Su" and asked softly: "Why am I here?"

Impermanence, impermanence.

Black and white in one.

There is mystery but no sutra, there is nothing but no sutra, just like the Manzhu Shahua everywhere in the Duling Spirit Secret.

The sunlight shines into the eyes.

The boy in white lowered his head: "I'm hungry."
Chapter completed!