Transcending the Nine Heavens

With a purple mist gushing out, the tower opened and it turned into an extremely cozy room. One of them, a beautiful woman, was anxiously gauging herself, constantly asking, “What do you think? How's it going? I'm like this... I don't know if my kids will hate it when they see it...”

As she said, she cried a little: “My poor child... wants to see her parents, I need to use this way... how much I want to hug her... kiss her...”

A sudden shout: “Have you started? ”

Then his face suddenly changed, becoming affectionate, sentimental, but infinitely warm.

“Son, I am your mother's kiss...” After just saying this, the woman's eyelids became red again. She stood still and swallowed: “I don't know what you look like... more like your father or more like me... my mother can't see you...”

“Mother...” Purple evil stared at the woman in front of her, but did not dare to make a slight move.

Though it was just an illusory image, purple evil feels infinitely warm in an instant, and the moment that tender face appears, she feels her heart palpitating.

That's my mother!

My mother loves me more than anything!

The thought, the feeling, the natural emergence. Let all this purple evil never be felt, instantly filled with happiness and contentment. And sour hearts, sour spirits...

Although she knew she couldn't see it, she still wanted to smile and let her see it; but as soon as the corner of her mouth moved, the tears in her eyes could no longer control the brush flowing down.

A sorrow of extreme bitterness rushes to my heart and I just want to cry out loud for a moment. But she didn't dare cry, she had to die to cover her mouth, her eyes blinking and looking at her mother... let the tears flow wildly...

I want to see my mother, it's the only chance, the only chance in my life!

If she breaks the setting of this space, her own image will disappear instantly... so she won't dare move.

She looked so desperately and told herself, "This is my mother, the mother I have never met!"

I have a mother, too!

I'm not an orphan! Not abandoned children! My mother loves me more than any other mother in the world...

“Son... I miss you so much... My mother really misses you so much..." The woman couldn't help crying, beautiful face, tear marks.

Next to him, the voice of the Ultraviolet Lord said with some helpless blame: "You… control your emotions, what do you look like? Wouldn't it be futile to increase the child's sadness...”

“I... I can't help it...” The woman choked and cried: “I want to see my child...”

“I wanted to tell her that I loved her, I really loved her... I dreamed about seeing her, I dreamed about her for a long time, what our child would look like, I kept thinking about how I could love her, how I could teach her, how to impress her... she grew up, what changed in a year... I thought about it for a long time... but now... I can only show my child an image... she never even felt it, the warmth of her mother's arms, never felt it, the smell of her mother's body...”

“Any other person's children can. Why should our children? Zihao, why? ”

The tearful complaint is not really a complaint at all, and why, in spite of sorrow, it reveals heartfelt powerlessness.

The sound gave the Purple Emperor Purple Hoover a long, deep sigh on one side.

“Child...” The woman finally managed to control her emotions. Perhaps, the Zihao phrase "in vain increases the sadness in the child's heart" played a decisive role.

“Son... don't blame your father... your father or your whole life can never be a good husband, a good father, but he is an absolutely competent god! Your father is a hero... so he is destined to carry a lot more responsibilities than usual. For the sake of the purple sky, your father has exhausted his heart..."

She took a deep breath: "Actually, your father loves you very much...”

“Son, your father stood on top of the sky, your mother kissed me and could only accompany him, standing on top of the sky, never returning, never regretting!” In the image, the beautiful woman turned her head and looked to one side.

I'm sure Purple Hoover was there waiting for him.

Because, in the eyes of Ping Ling, it is full of tenderness.

“Son... you have never felt the presence of a mother until now...” The woman swallowed a little again and stopped for a while. “Mother is very guilty... I'm sorry for you...”

“In the room next to you, there is something prepared for you by your mother... This is your father's scroll tower, you can only turn on this hidden secret if you come in person to get what's inside... everything inside is made by your mother for you...”

“Son... you have to be happy, you have to be happy... there is not much time left for your mother... there is much more to come. I need you to remember...”

“Mother made you something, I don't know if you like it or not... and clothes... If you were a boy, the clothes I grew up in were made according to your father's shape... If you were a boy, you would be a great Gestapo hero like your father... I wish you were a boy, full of steel, full of tenderness...”

“If you're a girl... I'm wearing clothes according to my body, you should be taller than me, right? Because your father is very tall... child... remember to wear it. Mother really wants to get dressed for you... go child..."

The picture of the woman, that's how it's set. But before I set it, my tears kept pouring out like a fountain, just listening to her cry: “Let me talk to the child a few more words...”

”" Mother... Mother... "she mumbled.

The scene changed again and turned into another room, Zihao's voice rang out: “This is what your mother left you... child, always remember, you, have a mother! Your mother is the best mother in the world! She's got everything for you! ”

In this room, it's really all-encompassing, with countless clothes, from babies to adults, changing clothes every spring, summer, autumn and winter...

On the left is men's clothing; on the right is women's clothing. Rows after rows, almost invisible.

There are countless methods, from easy to difficult, from entrance, foundation, entering the hall, to the top, peak, and culmination, everything, nothing is missing. The only thing that these methods have in common is that their quality is incredibly high, saying that superiors are demeaning!

And... countless toys, for boys, for girls, some sophisticated, some royal, some sweet and cute, I believe any child who sees these toys will laugh and forget all their troubles and grief.

As long as the average child can have it, it's got it, the average child doesn't have it, it's got it; it's all-encompassing, it's got everything.

In the middle of the room, there is a table with a thick pile of letters on the table; Zihao's voice rang out: “Son, that's a letter your mother wrote to you… detailing what needs attention in your life… everything is recorded in it. You can watch it later. ”

“Since the beginning of the war, when the request for reinforcements was denied for the first time, I had anticipated that the Holy King would not reinforce every soldier in the sky; although I have tried to send out guards for help… I have always had an ominous omen in my mind… Since then, your mother has been preparing for all this. Prepared to this day... child...”

Purple evil eyes concentrated on that letterhead, I can't open my eyes for a long time, so many letters... there are thousands of letters, I don't know how much time my mother used to write word for word?

She seemed to see a woman in white sitting at her desk, writing these letters word for word, writing and weeping...

How many tears did my mother shed after writing these letters?

She looked at it obsessively, and there was a feeling in her mind that if time stayed here, and there was no change, I would be satisfied...

But whether she wants it or not, the picture is changing.

One teenager at a time, middle-aged, constantly showing up here and disappearing, these are Zihao's surviving relatives by this time.

Zihao's voice said: "Here, all the members of our family... are still alive for you to see... all the others have died on the battlefield, Zijia children, never fear war, never fear death...”

“Outside, the dueling vow master... Son, I will show you your uncles, they are all brothers of father...”

Then the scene turned again, the background has been transformed into a large square, flag forest, wind shouting, clouds in the sky, mountain shouting tsunami sounds fluctuating, rocking the heavens and the earth!

At this moment when Zihao comes out, all voices are still and silent!

Only the wind continues to whistle.

“Guys!” The humble voice of Zihao Mai suddenly sounded, and at this moment it became fierce and expensive, with more intense killing and infinite will: “Today's sworn master, tomorrow's showdown! And no matter how we live and die after World War I tomorrow, we are here today, and we still have the sky! ”

“Slaughter the demons! ”

Zihao took the lead in shouting!

The next thing you know, there's a tsunami: "Slaughter the demons! Purple sky, it's ours! Ours!”

“Revenge! ”

“Soldier of the Purple Sky, but if there is one more person, and there is a breath left, we must fight to the end! There are no traitors in the sky! Only the same! ”

“Purple sky is only glory!” Zihao Zhenzhi: “War! ”

Countless people shouting together.

“War!”

“War!”

“War!”