In the dream that a life and death, once again emerged in front of us. Every life, she can not protect her baby, every life, she can only watch their own flesh and blood die in front of their own eyes. But dreams are dreams. She survived the inhuman torture one after another, in order to become strong, return to reality and protect her precious baby. Xiaobao is not only the devil of her past and present life, but also the source of her powerful strength. Mu Yan's fingers dance gently in the air, blooming the illusion of lotus. It seems that melodious music comes from the air. At this time, she didn't have the magic organ, but she could also use the skills of a master musician. It's just that the effect is far from as good as that of demonic Qin. Soon, Xiaobao's wound healed at the speed visible to the naked eye. Pale face, but also gradually infected with a healthy blush. The long eyelashes trembled. Xiaobao opened his eyes and saw Muyan's face. He was still in a trance. His head came to Muyan's arms and gently rubbed it. It was like the past countless years. He called: "mother..." Muyan's voice was slightly dumb, "mother is here." Little figure a stiff, and then slowly turned his head, on the line of vision of Mu Yan. The ice blue pupil shrank, finally determined that this is not an illusion, nor a dream. His voice was trembling, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were a little red: "mother?"“ Xiaobao, my mother is here. Huang Huang is OK. My mother won't let anyone hurt you any more. " Xiaobao's hand tightly grasped Muyan's sleeve and trembled gently. He buried his face in Mu Yan's arms and didn't want his mother to see him crying again. He has grown up, is a man, can't cry. Muyan stroked his head and said in a soft voice: "Xiaobao and huanghuang have done a good job. What's next, will you give it to your father and mother?" Xiaobao thought of something, and his face turned pale: "but Dad..." he saw dad without any breath of life in the Tongshen order. It was also at that time that there was a faint will to die in his mind. If my father died and my mother couldn't come back, what's the point of his life? Therefore, in the face of the incomparable seven step ghost, he has only one idea. It doesn't matter if he dies, as long as he can make Huang Huang live. Mu Yan felt a pain in her heart. She knew that what had happened these days had cast an indelible shadow on Xiaobao's heart. Although the child has been acting as calm and steady, like a little adult. But he was only a seven-year-old after all. Mu Yan was sad in his heart, but a soft smile appeared on his face. He stroked Xiaobao's face and said, "Xiaobao, don't look down on your father. Do you really think that he will give up so easily and leave us so easily?" Xiaobao's eyes slowly widened, showing the light of hope, "Mom, dad is not dead, right?" He clenched Mu Yan's sleeve and made his knuckles white. Muyan didn't answer, but held him close to tongshenling. In fact, she was also worried about the situation of di mingjue. But she can't show it in front of Xiaobao. However, the order of communication bounced her insight away. At the same time, there is also the power of the door of the sky trying to fuse with the order of the gods again and again. Because of the outbreak of the little yellow chicken, the power of the rules has become a constraint.