This... is the cemetery of Mo Wenchen's parents? Su Lingfeng was slightly stunned. What was he bringing her here for? Moreover, based on Mo Wenchen's age, his parents should still be middle-aged. How...
Both passed away?
"Master...Master...wuwuwu...Master, where are you?" Xiaobai's weak master pet communication interrupted Su Lingfeng's thoughts. She frowned. How long has it been since she heard this little thing cry?
The crying still gave her a headache as always.
Using the main pet summon to summon Xiaobai to his side, Su Lingfeng scolded him coldly, "Why are you crying?"
"No...it's nothing...this, why is this giant dragon crying..." Xiao Bai bit his paw, not wanting to tell her. It was because he saw Su Lingfeng suddenly disappearing, sensed her breath, and...
It was so far away that it panicked. It thought Su Lingfeng didn't want it anymore, so it started crying in fear.
"Hey...where is this place? There are actually blue fireflies? So beautiful..." Xiaobai was quickly attracted by the strange scenery around him. He stared at a pair of watery dragon eyes, floated up in the air, and chased those...
Beautiful blue light spots.
"Feng'er, come here and pay homage to your elders." Mo Wenchen said hello to the tomb, then turned to Su Lingfeng who was standing there.
"..." Su Lingfeng frowned, elder? Does she need to kneel down? Why does it feel so weird?
Mo Wenchen knew what Su Lingfeng was struggling with, so he smiled and said: "Girl, after all, I am also your teacher. I kneel down to worship your teacher's parents. Doesn't it count as wronging you?"
Su Lingfeng glanced at Mo Wenchen with a cold look, expressing doubts about his far-fetched words, but she did not resist anymore. She lifted up her dress and knelt down beside Mo Wenchen, her expression was quiet and she remained silent.
Mo Wenchen didn't care about Su Lingfeng's indifferent attitude. When he saw Su Lingfeng kneeling down, he took out some fruits and refreshments from the space ring, placed them one by one in front of the tomb, and handed a wine bottle to Su
Ling Feng ordered: "Feng'er, pour some wine."
Su Lingfeng took the wine bottle and filled the wine glass in front of the tombstone with an expressionless expression. When his eyes scanned the tombstone, Su Lingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. There were no words on the stone monument, but it was actually an empty monument?
"Father, mother, this girl Feng'er is a bit cold-tempered. Don't blame her. Wenchen will teach and train her well."
"..." Su Lingfeng's mouth twitched slightly, she turned her head and glanced sideways at Mo Wenchen from the corner of her eyes.
Mo Wenchen didn't seem to feel Su Lingfeng's dissatisfied gaze. He still chatted about daily life to the tomb with a gentle expression. The things he talked about were all trivial matters in life, such as eating, practicing, and about Su Lingfeng...
Su Lingfeng listened silently to Mo Wenchen's conversation with the tomb. At first, when she heard him mention her to the tomb, she felt awkward and couldn't help but frown. But after listening for a while, she suddenly felt something in her heart.
A warm and strange feeling...
He was like a filial son returning home, patiently telling his parents about his life and the outside world. Although it was trivial and unfocused, those parents who had worked hard for their children for half their lives did not want anything more.
Is it such a simple happiness...
Mo Wenchen chatted for more than half an hour. He seemed a little tired of kneeling, so he moved his body and changed to sitting cross-legged.
Su Lingfeng's legs were sore from kneeling. Seeing this, he also changed his posture and sat down relaxedly.
Mo Wenchen took out two more wine glasses, filled them, and handed one of them to Su Lingfeng. Su Lingfeng reached out and took the glass, holding it in his hand without saying a word.
Mo Wenchen picked up another wine glass, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and then suddenly called Su Lingfeng: "Feng'er..."
"Huh?" Su Lingfeng responded lightly.
Mo Wenchen said in a calm tone: "In the past, I didn't like people celebrating birthdays."
When his birthday was mentioned, Su Lingfeng's expression dimmed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Mo Wenchen, waiting for his next words.
Mo Wenchen did not directly explain the reason why he did not like celebrating birthdays, but asked: "Isn't it strange why my parents passed away so early?"
"Why?" Su Lingfeng asked cooperatively. She thought of her parents... and shook her head. It couldn't be such a coincidence...
"I am a posthumous child. My father... passed away before I was born." Mo Wenchen said calmly.
When Su Lingfeng heard this, she was surprised. Seeing the way Mo Wenchen was talking to the tomb, she thought he had a very good relationship with his parents when they were alive. Unexpectedly, he didn't even meet him.
than his own father!
But what Mo Wenchen said next surprised Su Lingfeng even more...
"My mother also died with my father three months after I was born..."
"..." Three months? He doesn't remember anything at all! It's hard for Su Lingfeng to imagine and understand his strong feelings for his parents.
"My mother is a demon, and she is a great mother..."
Su Lingfeng suddenly realized that Mo Wenchen's demon bloodline came from his mother's bloodline.
"Mother, when she was pregnant with me, she had a fierce fight with an enemy. The fetus was induced and she almost aborted me." Mo Wenchen's expression was neither sad nor happy, as if he was just explaining something that had nothing to do with him.
The story, "In order to save my life, she destroyed her spiritual roots, poured all the power of her spiritual base into the fetus in her body, and gave birth to me by force when she was less than a month old..."
At this point, Mo Wenchen's eyes finally became a little moist, "As a spiritual magician, destroying the spiritual root means that her life will come to an end. She survived for three months with the support of her great mother's love."
, after leaving me in the hands of trustworthy people, I finally exhausted my life force..."
"Woo...wow...wow..." At some point, Xiaobai stopped chasing the blue fireflies and sat next to Su Lingfeng, quietly listening to Mo Wenchen's story. He heard that Mo Wenchen's mother sacrificed her own life.
When Mo Wenchen was born, Xiaobai finally couldn't help but cry, "Mom, I want to find my mother... Wow wow... Master, tell me my mother is still alive, is she alive? Wow...
"
Xiaobai thought of his mother, who gave birth to it before it was born. She didn't know what kind of danger her mother encountered at that time, where she is now, and whether... she is still alive...
"She should still be alive. Don't cry. When you grow up, go find her." Su Lingfeng also remembered Xiaobai's life experience and comforted her somewhat stiffly. She was not a person who could comfort others.
Not to mention comforting the dragon.
"Your mother is indeed a great mother." Su Lingfeng spoke to Mo Wenchen, but her eyes were looking at the tomb. There was an imperceptible touch, respect, and sadness in her eyes...