Chapter 212 Did my mother become a wisteria?

Luo Xiaofeng would never dream of her grandmother being in the cottage at this time, and she was still lying on her small bed without moving, but Luo Xiaofeng couldn't see it!

The small wooden board with words written on the head of the bed has disappeared without a trace.

The worn sheets at the head of the bed were soaked in grandma's tears.

Luo Xiaofeng was indeed right. Grandma did this to ask Xiaofeng to leave her. She is already a useless person and doesn't want to drag people down anymore. Luo Xiaofeng never dreamed that Grandma, who was weak on weekdays, would actually have an invisible illusion.

The invisible illusion can not last long. People with high cultivation can see through it at a glance, but Luo Xiaofeng's cultivation is still very low and he cannot see through the illusion in front of him.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, Luo Xiaofeng seemed to be crazy.

The cold wind was biting, and he couldn't feel it.

The straw sandals ran away, and he couldn't feel them.

The soles of his feet were worn out, and he couldn't feel them.

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't feel it.

He must find his grandmother, he must not lose his grandmother!

Before he knew it, he came to Jiuyou Cliff. Under Jiuyou Cliff, the gripping smoke floated up intermittently.

He suddenly remembered what his grandmother said, "When you grow up, your mother will fly up from under Jiuyou Cliff on the divine bird."

He is a child without a father or mother. He and his grandmother depend on each other for life. He knew that this was what his grandmother comforted him.

"When you grow up and have the ability, grandma will go see you..." Grandma's words must be fake, maybe grandma is now...

Luo Xiaofeng was crying again, crying loudly. Although his throat was hoarse and his throat was sore, he didn't care at all.

The bitter cold wind whistled for a day. In the evening, large swaths of snowflakes fell from the sky covered with clouds. Jiuyou Cliff, the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts was instantly covered with a silver suit.

Luo Xiaofeng was unaware of all this. He sat blankly on Jiuyou Cliff, letting the snowflakes fall on him... He was still a child, he was too tired!

Luo Xiaofeng fell asleep, and the tears on his face had already frozen into ice. He suddenly woke up, and the raging cold wind swept the snowflakes as big as goose feathers and hit him.

On a snowy night, the surroundings were vast. In the hazy state, Luo Xiaofeng felt a soft thing sticking to his feet. With the help of the snow, Luo Xiaofeng discovered that it was actually a snow-white little rabbit. The little rabbit pressed his soft body against Luo Xiaofeng's purple little feet, as if he wanted to keep him warm.

Luo Xiaofeng slowly stood up, then squatted down, and carefully carried the rabbit up. He remembered grandma, would grandma go home by herself? Grandma's legs were paralyzed and she would not go too far, maybe she was near the hut. Luo Xiaofeng thought about this and ran towards his hut like a flying.

The small thatched hut looks even more lonely and poor in the middle of the wind and snow. The hut is surrounded by a circle of fences, with the small doors open. Everything outside is covered with a thick layer of snow.

Luo Xiaofeng rushed into the fence courtyard desperately. The door of the cottage was covered with a thick layer of snow on the threshold. "Grandma... Grandma..." Luo Xiaofeng shouted while pushing the door into the cottage. No one answered. Grandma's door was still half-closed and half-open like in the morning. Luo Xiaofeng gently pushed open the door and shouted: "Grandma...". Still no one answered. With a "sneer", a fire light instantly illuminated the room. Luo Xiaofeng made a fire note and lit up the small pine oil lamp on the head of the bed. The flames as big as beans kept beating and could be extinguished at any time.

The quilts on the bed were still neatly stacked. Luo Xiaofeng searched all the small room, but there was still no trace of his grandmother.

The snow-white little rabbit suddenly jumped from Luo Xiaofeng to the bed, jumping and jumping on the bed, looking very excited.

Luo Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly jumped up wildly. His eyes were straight at the bed sheets at the head of the bed. The worn sheets were soaked that they were so big, and water-like liquid dripped on them from time to time. When you listen carefully, you could hear a slight sob. Although the sound was very small, you could not hear it if you didn't care, but Luo Xiaofeng heard it and heard it very clearly. After several years of hunting life, he has cultivated his extraordinary sensory abilities.

The soft sobs became clearer and clearer.

Luo Xiaofeng cried and threw himself on the bed: "Grandma..."

The gray-haired grandmother suddenly appeared, and she was still leaning quietly against the head of the bed as before.

Luo Xiaofeng threw himself into grandma's arms, shed tears, and shouted excitedly: "Grandma...where have you been?"

Grandma hugged Xiaofeng tightly, and she could no longer say anything except crying.

The snow-white little rabbit was jumping back and forth on the ground, and she looked happier than Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng helped grandma wipe her tears, hugged her arms, and asked curiously: "Grandma, why can't I see you in bed?"

Grandma carried Xiaofeng to the bed, wrapped Xiaofeng's body with a worn quilt, touched Xiaofeng's head, and sighed softly: "This is an invisible illusion, it was taught by your mother."

Luo Xiaofeng simply couldn't believe his ears: "My mother?"

Grandma looked at the vast night outside the window, as if immersed in memories of the past: "Yes, it's your mother. I told you before that when you grow up, my mother will fly up from under the Jiuyou Cliff on a divine bird."

Luo Xiaofeng's little face was glowing: "I have a mother, why don't she come to see me? Why do you hide under Jiuyou Cliff?"

Tears surged from grandma's turbid old eyes: "Your mother was killed. A few months after you were born... she died... However, her cultivation is very high. When she was dying, she left a seed and she still has a chance to be resurrected in the future..."

Luo Xiaofeng's tears flowed down and he choked and said, "I... go and save her!"

Grandma sighed and shook her head gently: "She must wait 100,000 years before she can cultivate into a human form and truly resurrect."

"Hundreds of thousands of years!" Luo Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Is there any way we can help her?"

Grandma shook her head: "No one can help her. If she wants to truly resurrect, she can only rely on herself... to continuously improve her cultivation."

Luo Xiaofeng asked again: "Why did mom hide under Jiuyou Cliff?"

Grandma smiled and said, "Jiuyou Cliff was originally her hometown. Ye Luo returned to her roots. No place is more suitable for her than Jiuyou Cliff." She said, holding Luo Xiaofeng's hand, "The purple mark on your left arm is left by your mother. If you miss her, you can take a look. In addition, the purple mark on your arm has the magic power of gods, and your drop of blood can awaken her. However, you must not do this until the critical moment of life and death, because every time you wake her up, her physical strength will be consumed. If you want to recover, you have to practice for a hundred years."

Luo Xiaofeng listened blankly, and he suddenly thought that the last time he fought with the black beast, the black wolf, at the critical moment of his life and death, it was the mysterious wisteria under the Jiuyou Cliff who saved him.

When Luo Xiaofeng thought of this, he couldn't help asking: "Grandma, did my mother turn into a wisteria under Jiuyou Cliff?"
Chapter completed!