Chapter 1500: Dying with A Luo in his arms

Chapter 1500 Embrace A Luo and die
The cold underground palace where the woman lives, carries too many memories of A Luo and her.
"Mother, mother! Look at the pattern on my half piece of black jade, it looks like the pattern on your robe, why?"
"A coincidence."
"Hmm, all right..." A Luo sat beside the cold Hanyu bed, looking at the pale woman lying on it in frustration. "Mother, you haven't played with A Luo recently. You just know that you don't hurt A Luo when you lie down. You think A Luo is too naughty, so don't A Luo?"
"Impossible, mother only loves the baby, come..." the woman opened her arms and smiled, "come in her arms, mothers hold."
A Luo smiled sweetly and snuggled into the woman's cold embrace, like a child dependent on his mother, happily like a second fool.
"Mother, will you hold A Luo to sleep until A Luo grows up?"
The woman didn't answer, just patted her back gently and hummed a little song.
"Mother, do you want to go to Wuliang Mountain with A Luo? It has been several years. You never leave this palace for half a step. How boring."
"No, my mother likes to hug the baby here, I want to hug you more, because in the future... I won't be able to hug you anymore."
"No, A Luo will give you a hug every night."
Happiness is short-lived, and separation will come.
In the dream, all the scenes switch again in an instant...
It is still the palace.
The woman was dying and lying on the ice bed filled with cold and white mist. She had almost no blood, and her whole body was shriveled, like an old woman, holding her last breath, seeming to be waiting for A Luo to come.
A Luo stood on the side blankly, as if frightened by a woman.
"Mother, wait for me, I'll go to Grandpa Jiang, I'll find someone to treat you..."
When he realized the ominousness, A Luo turned around and wanted to move the soldiers, but was stopped by a soft cry from the woman.
"Baby, come, my mother will tell you a few things..."
She crawled to the woman's side reliantly, hugged her waist in fear, obediently:
"I'm listening."
"Baby, my mother left you two extremely precious gifts. You must remember that you are not allowed to give them to anyone. They are left to you by your mother."
"What is it?"
"Didn’t you always like the big red lotus flower of your mother? Its full name is Netherworld Red Lotus. It is the supreme treasure. My mother gave it to you. From now on, you will be its master. Your current spiritual power , Is not enough to be able to completely control the red lotus, so the second gift that the mother gave you is all the spiritual power of the mother. The spiritual power is hidden in the red lotus core. The mother... has helped you become a spirit. Li Jindan, after you take it, it can melt into your body by itself... My mother can't always... stay with the baby, and let your favorite Da Honglian sleep with you in the future, okay?"
"No, A Luo only likes to let her mother hug to sleep..."
The woman pretended not to hear A Luo's words, still taking care of herself, faintly raised her hand and pointed to the letterhead at the end of the bed, which was filled with black sandalwood boxes.
"Those letters were all written by my mother to the baby. If I miss my mother in the future, I will open and read one... It contains a lot of little secrets that my mother dare not tell the baby."
A Luo didn't speak any more, how could she not realize that she was so talented, holding her own woman, the meaning of the words.
She hugged the woman tightly, buried her in her arms, choking innocently: "Is my mother going to die? It doesn't matter, old man Jiang Ya, they are all ghosts, and they are all dead. After the death of mother, there is still a soul. , The soul can accompany A Luo, right? So it’s okay."
"My mother is not the same as them... Death means death, body death, soul extinction, because my mother used her life as a sacrifice, and set up an eternal hidden barrier around Wuliang Mountain. This is cost……"
"..."
A Luo raised his head in disbelief, staring at the dying woman, speechless, the sadness that could not be described in words, almost swallowed A Luo's heart.
"Isn't it ugly to look like my mother..."
He shook his head desperately, "No, my mother is the most beautiful."
"Does the baby still want to sleep in his mother's arms?"
"miss you……"
"Then go to sleep, mother puts the baby to sleep..."
Weakly hummed an unknown little tune, and put her arms around the petite person in her arms. The woman turned over and pressed her face to her face with A Luo, with a happy smile at the corner of her mouth.
A Luo quietly opened her teary eyes and listened to the woman holding her in her arms. The humming voice became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.
Then, gradually, the movement of the woman tapping her back also stopped.
She even felt that the woman's cold hands fell weakly on the ice bed behind her.
She listened to the woman's heartbeat and stopped completely.
She didn't want to cry, but was buried in the woman's gradually cold arms, shedding tears dullly, and big tears soaked the skirt of the woman's clothes.
She began to learn the way a woman was holding Jean from a young age, coaxing her to sleep, hugged the woman's cold body, patted the woman's back, and buried it in her shoulder...
Looking at the real scene in the dream, Allo cried silently.
She looked at herself a thousand years ago, stubbornly holding the woman's corpse, keeping a posture until the woman's corpse turned into countless bubbles and disappeared in her arms.
At the moment when the woman's body and soul were annihilated, in the virtual world, the red lotus was just like a preset, suddenly glowing with dazzling red light, which penetrated the underground palace and the black pool. The surface of the water glowed with rays, covering the entire Wuliang Mountain. All the ghosts and ghosts in the Wuliang Mountain, after seeing the red light, seemed to be hypnotized, and some of their memories were erased...
The enchantment surrounding Wuliang Mountain was reinforced with the final seal, completely isolated from the world.
The scenes in the dream switched rapidly again.
More and more memories reappeared clearly in A Luo's mind.
In the memory of dreams, A Luo looked at herself a thousand years ago, alone like a puppy without her mother, staying alone in the cold underground palace, in the ice bed where her mother lay, holding in her arms The ebony box full of letterhead, and the red lotus shrunk into the palm of your hand.
Tired of crying, she hugged the wooden box and red lotus, as well as the gorgeous black dress robe left by her mother after her mother disappeared in the cold ice bed, smelling the familiar fragrance remaining in the air, and gradually fell asleep, waiting to wake , Continue to cry.
There are hundreds of letterheads in the black wooden box, each of which is numbered.
She cried silently until she couldn't shed tears, and then dumbly opened the first letter.
The contents of the letter flowed into A Luo's mind like a spring. A Luo would never forget how complicated and sad the moment she saw the content of the letter.
(End of this chapter)