Chapter 3537
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His fingers suddenly pulled out the black knife from his abdomen.
The black knife had a barb. Pulling it out was equivalent to directly cutting the flesh.
Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain.
"Mother, mother, don't die! Xiaobao doesn't want you to die! "
Xiaobao's voice was hoarse from crying.
His small hands desperately tried to press the bleeding wound, but he couldn't.
Xiaobao, who had always been mature and steady like a little adult, cried like a lost child for the first time.
He was so helpless, so desperate, so desperate for redemption.
Mu Yan's face was paler than a piece of paper. She wanted to reach out and stroke Xiaobao's hair.
But at this moment, the disturbing bamboo flute rang out again.
This time, the sound of the flute was louder and brighter, with an overwhelming control of the Divine Soul and Huangfu Zun's almost trembling excitement.
Huangfu Zun said, "I'd like to see how long you can resist the [Silent Soul Fog]."
As the sound of the flute sounded, the clarity in Mu Yan's eyes slowly disappeared.
Her blood-stained hands were forced to clasp Xiaobao's neck.
The little boy's neck was so thin and fragile.
It would break with just a slight twist.
Xiaobao's eyes were wide open, and tears kept gushing out of his eyes.
Was his mother going to kill him?
It was all his fault.
It was he who had agreed to take the test on behalf of Huanghuang even though he knew it was very dangerous.
It was he who put his mother and the Martial Uncles in a desperate situation.
If he died in his mother's hands.
The Martial Uncles would also die in his mother's hands.
When his mother woke up, how sad she would be!
No!
He didn't want this!
He had sworn to protect his mother.
His ice-blue pupils were also gradually dyed red and lost focus.
And in the center of his forehead, a dark red mark like cinnabar appeared.
As the mark became brighter and brighter, it even faintly showed the image of the rising sun.
At the same time.
Mu Yan's pupils contracted as she clasped Xiaobao's neck.
A dazzling silver full moon appeared behind her, sparkling with light.
The Tian Mo Qin floated in the air.
No one was playing, but it made intermittent tinkling sounds.
It forcibly covered the sound of Huangfu Zun's flute.
…
In Wushang Palace.
The little chick anxiously pecked at its feathers with its beak, chirping as it did so.
"Mommy and Big Brother can pass the test, can't pass the test, can pass the test, can't pass the test …"
The cyan-clothed puppet, who had been standing quietly at the side, suddenly said, "In this spacetime, no one can open the Gate of Heaven."
"Even if they survived the [Infection] and passed through the [Dream], it's still impossible … They will die in the Raindrop Listening Pavilion soon. Young Master, it's better if you follow me back."
Little Ying Huo raised its head and glared at the green-clothed puppet with its big, round eyes. "Woof woof woof woof!!" Mommy and big brother won't die! You scoundrel, Huanghuang will not be fooled by you!
The azure-clothed puppet: "…"
The red jewel on his chest flashed.
The azure-clothed puppet continued to speak in its mechanical voice, "Does the young master not believe me?"
With a flick of his wrist, a glazed goblet appeared in his palm.
There were a few flames of different colors floating in the glass goblet.
The azure-clothed puppet pointed to the silver one, "This is the mommy you mentioned."
Then it pointed to the red one, "This is the big brother you mentioned … The flames are getting fainter and fainter, which represents the loss of their vitality and souls. When the flames disappear completely, it will be the time when their souls dissipate. "
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