As a purple mist surged out, after the Zixiao Tower opened the door, it turned into an extremely warm room. In it, a beautiful woman was looking at herself with a look of embarrassment, and kept asking: "
How's it going? Is it okay? I'm like this...I wonder if the children will hate it when they see it..."
As he spoke, he started to cry a little: "My poor child... wants to see her parents, but she has to use this method... I want to hold her... kiss her..."
Suddenly he exclaimed: "Have you already started?"
Then his expression suddenly changed, becoming loving, sentimental, but also infinitely warm.
"My child, I am your mother..." As soon as she finished saying this, the woman's eye circles turned red again. She suppressed it and choked up: "I don't know what you look like... You look more like your father.
Still more like me...Mom can't see you..."
"Mother..." Zi Xie looked at the woman in front of her crazily, but did not dare to make the slightest move.
Although it was just an illusory image, Zi Xieqing felt infinite warmth in an instant. The moment that gentle face appeared, she felt her heart throbbing.
This is my mother!
My mother loves me more than anything else!
Such thoughts and feelings emerged naturally. Zi Xieqing, who had never felt anything like this before, was instantly filled with happiness and satisfaction. There was also sadness and bitterness...
Although I knew my mother couldn't see it, I still wanted to smile and let my mother see it; but as soon as the corner of my mouth moved, the tears in my eyes could no longer be controlled and flowed down.
A kind of extreme bitterness and grief rushed into her heart, and for a moment she just wanted to cry loudly. But she did not dare to cry, so she could only cover her mouth tightly and look at her mother without blinking...
Tears flow freely...
If you want to see your mother, this is your only chance, your only chance in this life!
She was afraid that her inadvertent movement would destroy the setting of this space and her mother's figure would disappear immediately... so she did not dare to move.
She just looked at it like this, while telling herself: This is my mother, the mother I have never met!
I also have a mother!
I am not an orphan! I am not an abandoned child! My mother loves me more than any mother in the world...
"My child... I miss you so much... Mom really misses you..." The woman was crying uncontrollably, her beautiful face stained with tears.
Next to him, the Zixiao Heavenly Emperor's voice said with some helplessness: "You... control your emotions, what do you look like? Isn't it just in vain to increase the child's sadness..."
"I...I can't help it..." The woman sobbed and cried, "I want to see my child..."
"I want to tell her that I love her, I really love her... I have dreamed of seeing her. I have been dreaming about what our child would look like for a long time. I have been thinking about how I should love.
She, how to teach her, how to coax her... How she changes year by year from childhood to adulthood... I have thought about it for a long time... But now... I can only let the child see one image...
…She has never even felt the warmth of her mother’s arms, nor has she ever felt the smell of her mother’s body…”
"Other people's children can do it, why can't our children? Zihao! Why?!"
That tearful accusation was actually not an accusation at all. Although this cry was sad and angry, it also revealed a sincere powerlessness.
This sound made Zixiao Emperor Zihao sigh long and deeply.
"Child..." The woman finally managed to control her emotions. Perhaps, Zi Hao's words "In vain will increase the sadness in the child's heart" played a decisive role.
"Son... don't blame your father... your father will never be a good husband or a good father in this life, but he is an absolutely competent Emperor of Heaven! Your father is a hero... so he is destined to bear more than
Ordinary people have many more responsibilities. For Zi Xiaotian, your father has devoted all his energy and effort..."
She took a deep breath: "Actually, your father loves you very much..."
"My child, your father is standing upright, and I, your mother, can only accompany him. Standing upright and standing upright, never look back, never regret!" In the picture, the beautiful woman turned her head and looked to one side.
.
Presumably, Zihao was waiting on the side at that time.
Because, Ling Piaoping's eyes were full of tenderness.
"My child... you have never felt your mother's presence until you have grown up..." The woman choked again, paused for a while, and then said: "Mom is very guilty... I can't forgive you..."
"In the next room, there is something that my mother has prepared for you... This is your father's Purple Sky Tower. Only when you come in person can you unlock this hidden secret and get the things inside...
Everything is made by my mother for you..."
"Son...you must be happy, you must be happy...Mom's time is running out...there are still many things to come. You need to remember..."
"I don't know if you like the things my mother made for you... and the clothes... If you are a boy, the clothes you will wear when you grow up will be made by me according to your father's figure... If you are a boy,
You will definitely be like your father, an indomitable hero... I wish you were a boy, strong-willed and full of tenderness..."
"If you are a girl... I prepared clothes according to my figure, you should be taller than me, right? Because your father is very tall... My child... remember to wear something. Mom
I really want to put clothes on for you with my own hands...go ahead, kid..."
The woman's picture was frozen. But before it was frozen, tears continued to flow out like a fountain, and she was heard begging: "Let me say a few more words to the child..."
Zi Xieqing looked at it infatuatedly and murmured: "Mother...mother..."
The scene changed again, into another room, and Zihao's voice sounded: "This is what your mother left for you... My child, always remember that you have a mother! Your mother is
The best mother in the world! She has prepared everything for you!"
In this room, it is really all-encompassing, with countless clothes, from babies to grown-up clothes, clothes that change every spring, summer, autumn and winter...
The row on the left is men's clothes; the row on the right is women's clothes. Row after row, there is almost no end in sight.
There are countless exercises, from easy to difficult, from beginners, basics, masters, to high-level, peak, and ultimate exercises. There is nothing missing. The only thing these exercises have in common is that their quality is ridiculously high.
, to say it is superior is an understatement!
There are also... countless toys, for boys and girls, some are exquisite and detailed, some are grand, and some are warm and cute. I believe that any child will laugh heartily and forget everything when he sees these toys.
troubles and sorrows.
As long as the average child can have it, it is all there, and if the average child does not have it, it is also there; it is all-encompassing and has everything.
In the middle of the room, there was a table with a thick stack of letters on it; Zihao's voice sounded: "Child, that is the letter your mother wrote to you... It records in detail what you need to pay attention to in your life...
…Everything is recorded in it. You can read it later.”
"Since the beginning of this war, when my request for reinforcements was rejected for the first time, I had already expected that the Holy Lord would probably not reinforce Zi Xiaotian's soldiers; although I also tried to send out guards to ask for reinforcements...
I have always had an ominous omen in my heart... From that time on, your mother began to prepare for all this. She has been preparing until today... my child..."
Zi Xieqing's eyes were fixed on that letter, and she couldn't move her eyes away for a long time. There were so many letters... more than a thousand letters. I wonder how much time it took my mother to write them word for word?
In front of her eyes, a woman in white seemed to appear, sitting at the desk, writing these letters word for word, crying while writing...
After writing these letters, how many tears did my mother shed?
She looked at it dreamily, with a feeling in her heart: If time could just stay here without any changes, I would be satisfied...
But whether she wants it or not, the picture is changing.
One by one, young and middle-aged people keep appearing and disappearing here. These are Zihao's surviving relatives at this time.
Zi Hao's voice said: "Here are all the members of our family... everyone who is still alive for you to see... The other people have died on the battlefield. The descendants of the Zi family have never been afraid of fighting.
Never fear death..."
"Outside, the decisive battle is taking place... Son, I will take you out to see your uncles. They are all father's brothers..."
Then the scene changed again, and the background had changed into a large square, with flags standing there, the wind howling, clouds and mist filling the sky, and the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami rising one after another, shaking the world!
At the moment Zihao walked out, all the voices stopped at the same time, and it was silent!
Only the howling of the wind remained.
"Brothers!" Zi Hao's bold and majestic voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, it became fierce and high-pitched, mixed with strong murderous intent and boundless fighting spirit: "Today we swear an oath, and tomorrow we will fight decisively! Regardless of whether we will live or die after tomorrow's battle.
How, but, today we are here, Zixiaotian is still in our hands!"
"Kill all the demons!"
Zihao was the first to yell!
Below, there was a sudden roar: "Kill all the demons! Zixiao Tian is ours! Ours!"
"revenge!"
"As long as one of the Zixiaotian warriors still has one breath left, they must fight to the end! There are no traitors in Zixiaotian! We can only die together!"
"There is only glory in Zixiaotian!" Zihao raised his arms and shouted: "Fight!"