"Mom!" The figure turned around, it was Fang Taiqing.

His face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he knelt softly on the ground, tears bursting out from his eyes.

"I'm just this son, I'm gone like that. He died so miserably, and he's dead without a complete body!"

He reached out and grabbed Fang Qingli's palm.

Fang Qingli stood on the ground like a wood, her eyes trembled violently and her eyes were a little dissipated.

"This is Xingque's ashes." Fang Taiqing raised a small pot and respectfully presented it to Fang Qingli.

"What are you doing for me?" Fang Qingli's voice was hoarse, as if there were bugs stuck in her throat.

"Mother, please talk to him, he is closest to you." Fang Taiqing said.

Fang Qingli's hands trembled and held the small pot in her hand.

"Let the child be buried in peace..." Fang Qingli said.

"I died too miserable and I can't rest. Unless I can rest in peace," Fang Taiqing said with his head down.

"Fang Taiqing, what do you want me to do? You avenge Xingque, and I will deal with the God of Reverence for you? Do you know Li Tianming's position in the God of Reverence?" Fang Qingli said.

"Revenge? Mom, you're thinking too much." Fang Taiqing smiled bitterly, "My son is just hopeful. When the disaster is coming, our Taiqing Fang family retreats, mother should not stop him, let alone make things difficult for his son."

“…”

Fang Qingli looked at him for a long time.

"Mom is the one who respects God. If our Taiqing Fang family is doomed, the life of respecting God may be the last chance." Fang Taiqing crawled and kowtowed.

"You are too presumptuous!" Fang Qingli said with red eyes.

"Please understand that my son just doesn't want our ancestors of the Fang clan in Taiqing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood, which brought us today's pattern. I don't want more Fang Xingque to die innocently and to kill the gods of Taigu Xuanyuan clan."

"Mom, if I am wrong, please cut me into pieces by the ancestors of the Fang family. Our three surnames of Fang family in Taiqing have a low life, and we are not willing to die!"

Fang Taiqing kept kowtowing and cried bitterly.

"Get out!" Fang Qingli held the ashes in her hand tightly, her heart was like a knife cut, and tears flowed. "I was a person who served the temple in my life, and a ghost who served the temple in my life."

"But--"

"You, Xingque, are the real family."

Fang Taiqing kowtowed for the last time, turned around and left, Xiao Suo's figure disappeared into the darkness of the blizzard.

In the snow.

Left Fang Qingli standing there, standing as a tree stump.

...

Twenty breaths later, Fang Taiqing and Fang Shenyu met.

At this time, Fang Taiqing was full of glamor, as if she had changed her face.

"How?" Fang Shenyu asked.

"Okay, I have planted a seed and held the ashes of her baby grandson in my hand. I don't believe that she can continue to be a charlatan." Fang Taiqing said lightly.

"This is how the Temple of Gods is. Her former mentor was kind to her as much as a mountain. She has been with her divine blood for the rest of her life. It is impossible not to be crazy." Fang Shenyu said.

"Well, let's go, wait until the seeds are at the right time and germinate." Fang Taiqing said.

"Xingque has a good future, which is a pity."

"It's okay. If we can change the fate of our clan and become a key blow to break the deadlock, then he will die as much as possible." Fang Taiqing finished speaking, as if the wind had passed away.

...

Taiyi Sword Palace.

Jian stood on the rooftop for no reason, watching the snowstorm all over the sky, and the snow country was in a state of ecstasy.

"Brother." A man with one-armed hair appeared at the door.

"If you don't protect people, why do you come to me for?" Jian Wuyi said.

"The people from the Taia Jian Clan want to see you." said the one-armed man.

"Oh..." Jian Wuyi smiled.

“See?”
Chapter completed!