The atmosphere was inexplicably depressed. The surrounding air was silent for a long time. Occasionally, giant muscles and blood vessels squirmed, then became silent again. The atmosphere was quite strange.
Yun Rong's hands holding Bai Lian slowly slipped from his shoulders.
She slowly raised her head, the tears on her cheeks gradually dried, and her eyes became calm and calm like an ancient well.
There is no longer the anger on his face when he was arguing with A'rao, nor the smile that broke out in tears when he was favored. His expression is calm and calm.
Mei Yue Hanqing's calm appearance clearly revealed the demeanor of a swordsman.
It's just that when she lowered her head, her eyes were numb and empty, and she seemed a bit hopeless. Her voice was quiet, word for word, and she was more serious than ever before: "I am not your mother."
There was no room for change in the refusal to refute the words.
Although everything he said was true, for Bai Lian, who had already imagined a big drama in his mind all the way, Yun Rong's words of ruthlessly drawing a clear line really touched his heart.
Balian calmly swallowed countless knives, his Adam's apple rolled, he pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were filled with water, and he lowered his head sadly.
Seeing that he was still holding her waist tightly and reluctant to let go, Yun Rong felt that the warmth and attachment she had felt just now was completely gone.
Her heart felt cold, as if a desolate wind was blowing, and her whole body was feeling numb.
She twisted her waist, trying to break free from the grip of Bailian's arms.
Balian is a strong character who is good at holding back his emotions. He has a mature mind and is not like a teenager. The moment he learned from Yun Rong that he was an 'illegitimate child', he knew that his identity was sensitive. Although she was suspicious, she was very sensible and didn't want to expose the 'window paper', so as not to bring unnecessary trouble and pressure to her.
But when he blurted out the word "mother", it seemed that the power of restraint and restraint in his body was broken in an instant.
A wave of sadness overflowed, and Yun Rong's neither light nor heavy attempts to break free did not know what triggered it. His emotions were like a torrent that finally broke the dam.
His eyes filled with water suddenly turned red. He raised his head and his eyelashes trembled, as if he had been greatly wronged. He burst into tears: "Mom, do you really not want me?"
Seeing Yun Rong's increasingly blue face, A'rao was about to laugh out loud. She held her stomach but didn't dare to laugh too much, for fear that Bai Lian would notice the clues.
But Demon Lord A'luo would never let go of any opportunity to make Yun Rong feel aggrieved, and he kept a look of melancholy on his face.
His tone told a story: "Lord Sijian, it is said in this world that the love of parents is the foundation of all virtues. Whoever's flesh should be cared for should be cared for. Can you bear to let him feel sad and miserable when he is an orphan at a young age?"
As she spoke, the curve of her lips began to rise uncontrollably: "I am a house-loving person, and today's opportunity is rare. Why don't you just accept his three bows and become the mother-son love between him and you, and we will share a family relationship in the future?" , Si Chen and I will live happily at your knees and fulfill our filial piety, and we will no longer remember our past grudges. Do you think so?"
A'luo's belly was full of black ink, and he also called her 'you' along with Balian.
Once upon a time, when she was still a young disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect, she had always been repulsive and disgusted with lowering her profile in front of Yun Rong and looking down on her seniority.
Now she is good at opportunism and cleverness, saying "you" in every word, willing to be humble, and treating her with respect and love.
Yun Rong almost wanted to kill her, and was almost so angry that he lost his temper.
The fierce anger in her heart suddenly burned into her throat. It was no longer possible for her to maintain a calm and calm demeanor. She clasped Balian's shoulders with both hands and gritted her teeth while looking at him: "I'm saying it again, I'm not your mother. , you are not my son!"
Repeating it seriously twice really hurt Balian's heart.
If it were for other things, Balian would not be entangled, but the word mother has always been the soft place that Balian longs for most in her heart.
He would not show weakness or grievance in front of anyone. Only in front of his mother would he show his extremely rare stubbornness and extremeness.
Holding Yun Rong's waist tightly and not letting go, he looked like he was afraid of being abandoned. He raised his hands and looked at Yun Rong eagerly. His wet eyes were like melting into people's hearts.
"Don't lie to me."
Yun Rong: "..."
Bailian's eyes flickered and he said rationally: "My real name is Baili, and my first name is An. Just now, my mother said that you had a child whose surname was also Baili."
Yun Rong's tongue was as deep as coptis, and he couldn't tell the pain. He could only say in anguish: "There are more than tens of millions of people with the surname Baili in this world..."
Baili'an saw that she was still trying to evade the matter at this stage, and his heart became even more miserable: "But in this world, the only person who has become an immortal saint in the way of swordsmanship is Tianxi Sword Sect Bailiyu. With your heart in swordsmanship, you can He is the only one who catches your eye."
"You pointed out that I am the illegitimate son of the Tianxi Sword Master, and you obviously know a lot about my life experience, but you did not mention a word about my biological mother, and you tried to induce me to be the princess of Qin between the lines.
You said that Princess Zhao Wenjun of Qin State is an unprecedented female swordsman in the world, and she should be paired with a sword master. But in terms of sword bones, she is far inferior to you and the goddess sword. Everyone knows that gentlemen and goddesses always depend on each other. One sword can rule the river. He and Er Jian Yue Nu are a match made in heaven, a couple of gods and immortals..."
Having said this, Balian raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun Rong, who was gradually becoming dull and stupid. His expression was extremely serious: "In this case, you are the only one who is worthy of being the master of the sword."
It's not that Bailian couldn't understand Yun Rong's concealed feelings. The relationship between the Tianxi Sword Sect and the Zhongyou Dynasty was getting worse day by day. If it was reported that the leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect was raising an illegitimate child, it would definitely have nothing to do with Empress Zhongyou.
Back then, Empress Zhongyou married in Baituo Mountain, which was a true marriage worthy of the name.
Even a princess from an ordinary country would never allow her consort to confer with others in private, let alone how the empress, as the daughter of the Taiyin Emperor with a high status, could endure such a shame and humiliation.
Yun Rong's concealment must be for his safety.
In the past, Yun Rong would have been very happy if he received such praise from him in the sword art.
But now, because of his excellent talent in swordsmanship, he was matched with Sword Master Yu. Yun Rong felt his energy and blood surge up, coughing heavily, and his soul almost ascended to the sky.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's simply unreasonable!"
Balian didn't know where he was being unreasonable. He looked at the Xixue Sword that Yun Rong had abandoned aside with a faint look: "If I wasn't your child, how could you regard me as more important than your sword?" ?”
He held Yun Rong's waist tightly with his arms, as if if he let go, his hard-won mother-in-law would run away.
Balian's cheeks wet with tears rubbed her belly gently, whimpering like a wounded animal: "If you are not my mother, why do you know that the colored glass umbrella is my burial object? I know it. , although you don’t admit it on your lips, I can feel that you still love me and love me in your heart.”
Yun Rong was driving him crazy, and he was going crazy in his heart!
She loves her dearly, but this love is definitely not out of motherly love——————
The veins on her forehead were popping high, but what she said was out of breath and her mood was weak: "Which of your eyes are looking at me, I look like a mother..."
Balian was startled and stared at her with wet eyes.
To be honest, it is not uncommon for religious people to live for hundreds of years. Many women are like young girls when they are a hundred years old.
Although Sijian Yunrong's temperament does not look like that of a girl, she definitely does not look like a married woman. Her jade-carved face is extremely young, and she looks like she is no more than in her early twenties.
To say that she looks like a mother... is really inappropriate.
But Balian could always vaguely feel a familiar, close, special emotion in her that made people subconsciously want to rely on her.
This was an emotion he had never felt with other women.
He liked her gentle and orchid smell very much. He thought that this was probably the feeling of a child admiring his mother.
"You don't look like a motherfucker."
Yun Rong thought he had made sense and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Balian continued: "But you are my mother."
Yun Rong held her forehead with despair, and looked at A'luo's fox-like expression of joking and laughing through her fingers. She was so angry that her silver teeth were about to break.
Today, she was made such a fuss by Bai Lian, all her integrity was shattered, and she actually let the most hateful person watch such a ridiculous joke.
He knew that if he really took this mother's name seriously, it would be extremely difficult to straighten out the longing look in Balian's eyes in the future.
Yun Rong, who had never been so speechless in her previous life, took a deep breath and said, "You get up first."
Balian didn't get up, but Ke Jin rubbed her belly, like a little beast that had been frozen in the ice and snow for a long time, desperately trying to dig through the snow to find the smell of her mother.
My mother called out and never wanted to take it back. She was stubborn and stubborn: "You are my mother, mother, mother, mother..."
Yun Rong finally couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't be gentle to him anymore. She forcefully opened his arm, reached down with her palm, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Under Balian's wide-open gaze, she bent down and kissed him fiercely, instantly taking away all the breath and the damn call from his lips and teeth.
A'luo's expression of gloating suddenly froze, and his face became as gloomy as frost.
Bailian's whole body was shaken like a thunderbolt, as if something exploded in his body, there was a buzzing sound, and the blood flow surged crazily.
His face instantly turned red, and he made a low nasal noise. He raised his hands in shock, trying to push Yun Rong away.
How could Yun Rong, who was so angry, allow him to resist so arrogantly? She grabbed his wrists from left to right in a perfect back-cut posture, clasped his arms behind his back, bit his lips, and kissed him deeper. A little more.
The hot and refreshing woman's breath made Balian's legs feel weak.
As his hands struggled hard, there was a sudden pain on Balian's lips, and then the wet taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.
Yun Rong stood up, a thin layer of sweat broke out between his nose, and the ends of his eyes were wet and red. Because of the biting he had just done, his pale thin lips were stained with a wisp of watery blood. At a glance, they were bright red, which was very confusing. .
Her eyes were flustered and shy because of her bold actions, but her face had a cool and clean expression. She wiped her lips with her fingers and looked at the dull Balian with her eyes slightly raised: "Now, do you think I Is she still your mother?"
Balian stared blankly at the remaining blood stains between her white fingertips, and couldn't help but touch her bitten lower lip. She felt that all this happened was too unreal, her legs went weak, and she fell on the ground in despair. On the ground, I couldn't say a word.
A'luo had never seen Yun Rong be so bold. He couldn't help but tremble with anger. He stamped his feet back and forth on the ground: "Shameless... Shameless..."
The wings were so angry that they lost their shape. The wings, as black as night, kept flapping, and the black feathers flew around like chicken feathers.
This way, it really looks like some unscrupulous mother has done something terrible to her child.
Yun Rong's cheeks were red. She pretended to be calm and raised her cold face. She brushed the clothes on her belly that were wet with saliva and tears from Balian's cries. She said with a 'calm' expression: "If you call me mother again, then If you are being treasonous, I will give you a severe beating."
A simple yet crazy act completely overturned all the reasonings that Bai Lian had the day before. The mother she finally found was just kissed away with just one mouthful?
He couldn't come to his senses for a long time and couldn't accept this cruel reality.
Yun Rong looked at his dull eyes, kicked his knees, and said angrily: "How long do you want to sit there? The crisis is not over yet, why don't you pick up my sword quickly?" "
Balian simply didn't dare to look directly into Yun Rong's eyes. Seeing her shy daughter's demeanor, she knew that she had just made a big mistake.
When he reacted, his face was burning like fire, and his ears were also feeling hot. He was so embarrassed and regretful that he couldn't help but wish he could find a pit to bury himself.
He turned over quickly, picked up Yun Rong's sword at a loss, and handed it to her with both hands. Unwilling to give up, he confirmed and asked for the last time: "Are you...really not my mother?"
Yun Rong's temper was very bad at this time, and he raised his hand to hit him.
Balian shrank his neck, the broken expectation in his eyes had not dissipated, and he looked a little sad.
Yun Rong's half-raised hand suddenly stopped and turned around. His fingertips rested on his bitten lip, and he said helplessly: "Don't look at me with such pitiful eyes. I can’t be your mother, and I don’t want to be your mother.”
Balian was puzzled: "Then... why are you so nice to me?"
Yun Rong knew his stubborn temperament. If he was still secretive at this moment, he would not be able to find out the truth behind it.
She dropped her fingers as if in anger and pressed lightly on the wound between his lips. Just as she was about to express her feelings, A'luo on the other end saw all the changes in her expression. She felt that something was not good. His eyes turned cold and he rushed over Go forward, put a hand on Bai Lian's shoulder, and turn him around.
She held half of his cheek with her other hand, stood on tiptoes, and not to be outdone, gently touched his cold and slightly moist lips with her lips. Compared with Yun Rong's inexperienced nibbling, her lips were as gentle as The falling flowers hit the water with enough force to drown someone.
It was an instant yet lingering kiss. Before Balian could push her away, A'luo had already jumped two steps away and transferred Balian's question without leaving any trace.
A'luo lightly licked the blood stains on her lips, smiling as enchantingly as a flower, with painted red lips: "She hurt you, and my heart aches, so I came to kiss you and coax you to make you feel happier. "
Yun Rong's face was filled with clouds.
A'luo was not afraid at all, and even took the initiative to provoke, but his face was innocent: "Si Chen, do you think it is more comfortable for me to kiss you, or for her to kiss you?"
This seems to be a question that can lead to death.
