my son blue

Pieces of snowflakes fell, covering that thin body, glowing white under the dark night sky.

Yang Yang, who was holding his head, had already lowered his arms, staring blankly at the front, without saying a word.

He had been in this position for a long time, and if it wasn't for the ups and downs of his chest to prove that he was still breathing, this appearance would really be no different from a dead person.

The snowflakes grew from small to large, from one piece to several pieces merging into one large piece, falling like fluff, gently falling on his body, and it is estimated that it will completely bury him in a short time.

In the whole space, there was nothing but the inaudible breathing sound.

As if he was disheartened, had no idea of ​​living, and wanted to kill himself, Yang Yang let himself be covered by heavy snow, with his eyes open, wanting to be a dying person who lost consciousness.

"What should I do?" Feng Hua Xueyue, who had been watching his movements from the water mirror, frowned, bit her lips, worried, "If this continues, he will never be able to learn how to interpret."

"I'll help him." Yang Yi, who was standing beside him, said, this time he couldn't care less about arguing with Fenghua Xueyue and didn't talk, the world is big, Yang Yang's safety is the most dangerous, no one can stop him from saving him.

"You can't get in." Feng Hua Xueyue didn't stop him, and told the truth coldly, "Once the swastika test starts, even I can't get in. There is no other way except for him to come out by himself."

"Then watch him die there?"

"Stupid." Feng Huaxueyue is as white as Yang Yi. In a certain respect, Yang Yi is no better than Yang Yang's head. "This is his inner world. How can he die? At most, he won't wake up..."

"But not waking up is not a solution." Yang Yang clenched his fists and kept not waking up. Even if the passage of time here is 100 times slower than that of the outside world, when the time is up and the outside body does not die, it is like a vegetative person, and in that situation ...

"That can't be helped. This is his inner world, and he looks like he is obviously closed. We can't get in. The only thing is to wait."

"Wait?" Yang Yi gritted his teeth. He couldn't wait. Looking at Yang Yang's appearance, he couldn't endure the pain in his heart and waited. "What about Yu Ling? Is there anything he can do?"

"Yu Ling?" Feng Hua Xueyue raised her eyebrows, folded her arms around her chest and thought for a while, "I don't know, I have never seen him enter the inner world..."

"That's because I can't get in." This sentence suddenly appeared in the clear sky, which shocked the two people who were focused.

"...Why?" Yang Yi asked, "Aren't you Yuling, who has been with my king for so many years, how could you not be able to come in?"

Lord Yuling, who was far away in the Jade Buddha, rolled his eyes in a nonchalant way. If he could really enter Yang Yang's inner world, he would still spend every day in this dark space feeling bored and panicking, looking for smokes by himself.

Although he is a jade spirit, he is only a spirit. Even if he can take human form, he can only do so within the Jade Buddha. Since he became conscious, he has been made into a Buddha pendant and worn on his body, or placed in a jewelry box There is no chance at all to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and then, like the Monkey King, jump out of the stone like a monkey...

He has long lost the opportunity to become an adult, he has absorbed too much filth in the human world, and he has seen too much human greed. Although there are good people, they are very few. Those who can wear him must either be rich enough He is arrogant, or he is so poor that he has to sell him in the end. There is no way to absorb the spiritual energy of some people to practice like those heavenly spirit weapons.

Fortunately, he is a five-element stone, and there is no aura in the human body, but in the world, although there is no shortage of five-element aura, there are not many, like those nobles who like to raise some exotic flowers and plants, rare treasures, pearls, agates and emeralds, Those bodies actually have some five-element qi on them, and if they inhale a little bit, they won't end up being worn down by time until they become nothing but a dead stone.

"Didn't you say that no matter how powerful I am, I'm still just a stone, not those spirit stones from the fairy world. I was abandoned from birth, so I don't have time to practice. It's almost enough to transform into a human body. As for entering his body, impossible……"

If it is possible, then for so many years, he has long been freed from the burden of the Jade Buddha, so that he can enjoy the outside world freely. How could he be trapped here all the time? Things, I also want to taste his delicacies...

It's a pity that he can't. He was just trying to press Monkey King's stone at the beginning. With spirituality, there is one out of ten thousand miles. How could Tathagata Buddha give the Five Elements Mountain the ability to change form, otherwise Monkey King would not talk to himself for 500 years. , but chatted with him.

He has spirituality, and he probably doesn't even know about the Tathagata Buddha. If he knew, he would have been recalled sooner, and he would have listened to the Buddha's teachings and lectures by his side all day long.

Didn’t that spirit bead back then be reincarnated as the famous third prince Nezha? If he had this opportunity, how could he become what he is now, unable to even get out...

Fortunately, he was carved into a jade Buddha, but he is not as compassionate as the Buddha. There are jealousy, envy, reluctance, and complaints...

It can't be helped, he hasn't been like this all his life.

"There is really no other way, my king, is it really just..." Yang Yi anxiously circled around in place, restless.

"I don't know, but there is always a way..." Although Feng Huaxueyue didn't move, he was no less worried than Yang Yi.

"What should I do?" Yu Ling looked up at the pitch blackness above her head, lying in the air with her hands behind her head. "It's still the same word, 'wait'."

Now, there is only waiting.