Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1094 Mom, I'm Back (5)

I hope you guys will have a boy... woo woo woo... Cher... here I hope you will never meet me again in the next life
If my prayer is still useful, then I pray to the Buddha and all the Bodhisattvas to bless you all with a long life in the next life... Do not meet me... woo woo woo..."

The tears on the face were like the earth-shattering Pantuo shower, beating the heart of the little bird one by one.

A gust of dark wind seemed to hurt the heart too, whistling and furious, the branches danced with the wind, making harsh rustling sounds, like ghostly wails, cold and desolate.

"Boom... Boom..." A flash of lightning broke through the sky in the night sky, followed by two thunderclaps, and the dark clouds rolled towards them like a huge black dragon.

Jian Junxi, who was lying on the ground, didn't move at all, his trembling body was thin and pitiful, maybe he was too sad, maybe he didn't care.
The whole person is immersed in sadness, and I can't let go of it for a long time...

In this life of ups and downs, sadness is like a dream, suffering is like a dream, clouds and mist are like a dream, prosperity is like a dream...

In an instant, a drizzle of light rain was like a sharp sword in a straight line. With the howling wind, the torrential rain in the sky seemed to collapse the Milky Way.
Accompanied by louder thunder and lightning, the heavy rain hit down desperately with the momentum of thunder, and the heavy rain from Pantuo felt cold and painful on the body.

After a while, her whole body was wet, and a muffled thunder seemed to wake her up at last. She looked up sadly, and the rain was like a stone, whipping every inch of her skin.

The pain was like a black dragon on a dark cloud, devouring her internal organs at a rapid speed, making her surrounded by a mass of dead energy, and her bleeding heart was even more painful...

"Mom... are you sad? Woooooo...or is it that God thinks that I am covered in bruises and my life is not long enough, and he wants to make me hurt more thoroughly?
It doesn't matter, I have suffered, I will suffer if I can't bear it, too many injuries, a few more injuries are actually nothing, Mom, this may be the last time I see you.
In the past, I thought that I would come back to pick you up on the day I avenge my revenge. I wanted to engrave your name on the tombstone openly.

I never thought that after so many years, I still can't do it. Give me a little more time, and I will definitely let you and Master be buried together!
Today, Xueer is here to bid farewell to you. In case I can't come here in person, please forgive Xueer for being unfilial, I am not a good boy!
I was wrong, but I can't turn back...Mom...you don't have to forgive me...I don't deserve any of you's nostalgia...I know...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...'

The cold wind hit her body like a blade, and it was already hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on her face. She lowered her head, pointed at the tombstone, and kowtowed three times.
Turning his head to look at Yang Tianao's tombstone, he turned around, kowtowed three times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Yang, thank you for taking in my mother, and thank you for taking care of me in those years.

I, Yang Feixue, have always been revengeful and kind. Back then, your family did not hurt me a little bit. For your sake, the kindness and resentment are equal.
When I pick up my mother again in the future, I will rebuild the mausoleum for you again! After she finished speaking, she put the glasses back on her face, and the rain hit the lenses, making her unable to see clearly.
I just picked up the remaining incense candles on the ground, and put all the various fruits into the bag, stood up on the muddy ground, standing in the rain, lonely and desperate...

"Goodbye... Mom..." The tears couldn't stop flowing.

Who can understand, the pain that penetrates her bone marrow, the wound that is engraved in her heart, the despair that is full of blood, no one understands, and she does not need anyone to understand...

　Two more chapters are added, thanks to Master Jiu and Qingwu Feiyang for their rewards.

　　Thanks to the little cuties who have been voting for it, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)