manynovel Chapter 3385 Okay, whatever you say.
Chapter 3385 Okay, whatever you say.
Looking at her daughter's innocent smile, Yang Susu could no longer suppress the bitterness and longing that had been building up in her heart.
She slowly pressed her cheek against the cool surface of the mirror, as if only in this way could she touch the warmth that transcends time and space, and feel the unique softness of her daughter's body.
However, it's good that such a woman is happy.
"Okay, Mother, don't cry... Mother will eat candied hawthorn..."
Her innocent words were like a ray of warm sunshine, soothing her turbulent emotions.
Just as they were about to talk more, a crisp "click" suddenly broke the silence.
The space around the Heavenly Mirror suddenly distorted, and fine black cracks spread out like a spider web.
The image on the mirror began to shake violently, the light and shadow became distorted and blurred, and even the daughter's eyebrows and eyes became fragmented.
Yang Susu frowned, her heart sinking to the bottom—it was a restriction left by Guiya!
Even though he had left, that sinister and eerie aura still lingered, enveloping the entire ghost realm and monitoring all unusual movements.
The trace of ghostly energy he left in Yang Susu's body had already been forcibly sealed by her divine power, which allowed him to bring Yang Rui and Xiao Huang into the Three Lives Stone.
But she never expected that Guiya's restriction could penetrate the barrier of the Three Lives Stone and come straight at her.
"Xiaoman, listen to your mother!"
Yang Susu spoke rapidly, her expression anxious: "Time is running out, you must remember your mother's words!"
"what?"
Hu Xiaoman in the vast world was startled by the sudden shaking of the mirror and instinctively shrank back.
His dull eyes were filled with confusion and fear: "Is the mirror... going to break?"
"Xiaoman, don't be afraid!" Yang Susu comforted.
"Xiaoman, stay close to your father and Hu Qingye!"
"Don't worry about Mother, Mother will be alright."
"Mother will come back."
"Xiaoman, be a good girl."
Hu Xiaoman nodded: "Okay, Mother, you must come back soon."
"Xiaoman, I'll be waiting for you."
At that moment, fragmented images seemed to flash through her mind.
But in an instant, it turns into a chaotic mass, impossible to grasp.
Yang Susu added, "Xiaoman, tell Dayezi or your father that Guiya... has gone to the Divine Realm!"
"Fuck-"
Before the last word could be uttered, the Heavenly Mirror let out a scream: "Ah..."
"I really can't do it anymore!"
Yang Susu immediately waved her hand and led Yang Rui and Xiao Huang away from the Three Lives Stone.
Yang Rui's face was pale, and he coughed, pressing his lips to his mouth: "Cough cough cough... Junior Sister... she actually... she really went stupid!"
Xiao Huang: "Sigh... Even when our little master is a bit silly, he's still quite adorable."
Yang Susu sighed, "This is fine too!"
……
Within the Manchurian world, that warm sense of connection that transcended time and space vanished without a trace in an instant.
"Mother!"
Hu Xiaoman subconsciously reached out her small hand to grab it, but her fingertips only grasped a cold void.
The warm scent that had just lingered around my nose had vanished, and my beautiful mother was gone.
The entire world was once again swallowed by deathly silence and gloom, leaving only boundless emptiness.
"Waaah..."
Hu Xiaoman pouted her pink lips, her eyes instantly reddening. She felt empty inside, as if she had lost her most beloved treasure, and tears of grievance welled up in her eyes.
……
In reality, on the soft couch in the Demon Palace's bedchamber.
Hu Xiaoman sat up abruptly, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and her face still bearing traces of wet tears.
"Mother!"
Her soft, sweet voice echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Upon hearing the sound, Hu Qingye, who had been waiting outside the door, rushed in almost instantly, her dark robes billowing in a gentle breeze: "Xiaoman? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Hu Xiaoman sat blankly on the couch, tears still welling up in her gray eyes.
She turned her head blankly and instinctively grabbed Hu Qingye's hand tightly.
"Big Leaf..."
"I saw my mother."
Hu Qingye froze, her eyes instantly filled with an overwhelming heartache, assuming that she was simply missing Yang Susu so much that she saw her in her dream.
He raised his hand and gently ruffled her soft, dark hair, his voice so tender it could melt water: "Is that so?"
Did Xiaoman dream of her mother?
"What did your mother say to you?"
Hu Xiaoman sniffed her red nose, trying hard to recall every word from her "dream".
"Mother said..."
"Tell Xiaoman to be good and listen to her father and Dayezi."
"Mother will be back soon."
"Also, Mother said... that tooth went to the realm of gods."
Hu Qingye's eyes narrowed slightly.
It seems that Xiaoman's dream was not just a dream!
Su Shen truly entered Xiaoman's dreamland.
But why did Guiya go to the Divine Realm?
Since Su Shen told them not to worry, it seems he is confident.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, raised his hand and ruffled Hu Xiaoman's dark hair, his tone gentle but with an imperceptible solemnity: "Xiaoman, don't be afraid, it's just a dream."
"It's alright, just like your mother said, he'll be back soon."
"How about you sleep a little longer?"
Hu Xiaoman nodded and hugged Hu Qingye's waist: "Okay, then Big Leaf will stay here with Xiaoman while she sleeps, okay?"
Hu Qingye put his arm around her waist and lay down, covering her with the soft blanket: "Okay!"
"Big Leaf isn't going anywhere; it's staying here to keep Xiaoman company while she sleeps."
……
Outside the Demon Palace's sleeping quarters, the first rays of dawn broke through the thin clouds, casting a soft yet desolate glow on the still-uncleaned ruins.
A bluebird, its entire body shimmering with a divine blue light, streaked across the sky, its tail feathers trailing long streaks of light, and swooped down as rapidly as a comet falling to earth.
Just as it was about to touch the door of the sleeping quarters, the bluebird's body shone brightly, transforming into a woman dressed in blue, and it landed at lightning speed.
It's Qingyu!
She hurriedly pushed open the half-closed, heavy wooden door of the bedchamber: "Lord Qingye, something's happened, Qingkong..."
But before she could finish speaking, the scene that came into view made all her words get stuck in her throat.
Inside the sleeping quarters, the light was quiet and soft, isolating it from all the noise of the outside world.
Hu Xiaoman sat obediently on the soft couch covered with a soft cloud-silk carpet.
Clutching a half-eaten piece of honey cake in her hand, her cheeks bulged out, like a little hamster hoarding food.
Hu Qingye—the supreme and aloof God King of the Azure Sky Realm—was kneeling beside the soft couch, his long, jade-like fingers holding an exquisite peach wood comb, gently running his hands through Hu Xiaoman's waterfall-like black hair.
His movements were slow and deliberate, carefully avoiding tangled strands of hair with each stroke, as if afraid of hurting the person in front of him.
Those peach blossom eyes, which had always held a detached and aloof air, were now filled with a tenderness and focus that could drown a person; the soft light in their eyes was almost overflowing.
"Don't move, your hair is messy here. It won't hurt if you comb it slowly." Hu Qingye coaxed softly, picking up a strand of hair with her fingertips and skillfully twisting it into an exquisite and lovely bun.
"It'll be ready soon. Once your hair is combed, we'll have a piece of honey cake."
Hu Xiaoman remained obediently still, only blinking her unfocused, gray eyes.
A crumb of cake clung to the corner of her mouth, trembling slightly with her small movements. Her soft, sweet voice rang out: "Big Leaf, I want to wear the flower that Aunt Mengmeng gave me yesterday, the fragrant one."
"Alright, whatever you say." Hu Qingye agreed gently, took out a red velvet flower that was sealed with spiritual power and was still fresh and beautiful from the dressing case next to her, gently twirled it with her fingertips, and carefully inserted it into her hair, making her face even more beautiful.
This scene, serene and beautiful like a frozen painting, isolates the war, crisis, and clamor of the outside world from a thousand miles away, leaving only the gentle tranquility of time.