As one of the secret treasures of the town sect of the limitless demon sect, the space in the Tianmo bead is huge and becomes a world of its own.


    This is a vast garden with flowers, small bridges and gurgling water. Rockery pavilions can be seen everywhere, just like a paradise, elegant and quiet.


    Shua!


    A figure appeared leisurely. It was Yang Xuan.


    A spotless white dress, black hair flying with the wind, face like a knife cut stone carving, unspeakable handsome and natural.


    This is the form of God and soul. One idea can change thousands of times. Of course, the appearance cannot be changed. What can only be changed is dressing.


    "What a magical power!" Yang Xuan whispered.


    This world is filled with a strange smell, which makes people refreshing and comfortable.


    "Magic beads are ancient treasures. They have the effect of stabilizing the soul. They are very powerful!"


    With a flash of black light, the purgatory boy also came in. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the other courtyard behind a green bamboo forest in the depths of the garden and said, "there is a spirit in that other courtyard. It must be your mother."


    Yang Xuan was silent and walked deep into the garden. After a while, he passed through the bamboo forest. He saw a small lake in front of him. The lake water was clear and rippling, and the emerald willows were flying on the bank. The scenery was pleasant.


    Beside the lake, a different courtyard was built near the water, surrounded by lush ancient forests and filled with water mist.


    Yang Xuan stopped outside the other courtyard for a long time and finally walked in.


    The other courtyard is very big. There are trees, pavilions, pools and lotus flowers.


    All the way through several stone arch bridges, there is a two-story attic in front, antique.


    Yang Xuan stepped into the attic and walked along the stairs to the second floor. He thought about what to say when he saw his mother he Lianqian.


    But after thinking for a long time, he didn''t know how to speak. He called his mother. He felt a little difficult to speak again. For a moment, he couldn''t help scratching his ears and gills and was upset.


    "No matter what, mother is not a monster. There''s nothing to be afraid of."


    Yang Xuan cheered himself up and hurried to the second floor.


    Here is a balcony with many colorful potted plants, and there is a room on the left and right sides.


    Yang Xuan let out his perception, came to the right room, gently pushed the door and went in.


    Sandalwood is diffused in the room, and the decoration is ordinary. The seats and benches are made of sandalwood, which is full of antiquity.


    At this time, in the innermost part of the room near the wall, there is a show couch covered with light green gauze curtain. Through the hazy gauze curtain, a graceful figure in the show couch can be vaguely seen.


    Looking at the figure, Yang xuanru was shocked and his eyes became wet.


    He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked with something.


    At this moment, tears couldn''t stop pouring out, slipped from his cheeks and soaked his clothes.


    Yang Xuan walked hard and approached xiuta.


    Every step he took, his body trembled, seemed excited and hesitant, some looked forward to and some were at a loss, and his heart was mixed.


    "This is my mother. Although she didn''t raise me, she had to."


    Yang Xuan clenched his teeth and gradually became firm in his eyebrows.


    He walked forward slowly, his feet fell silent, and he was deeply afraid to disturb the people in xiuta.


    Rao was so. The people in xiuta were still awakened and gently called, "Tianlang, is that you?"


    The voice is like the sound of nature, crisp and pleasant, with a little weakness, a little joy and a little shame.


    Yang Xuan paused. He wanted to shout his mother, but it was difficult to export his words to his mouth.


    Seeing that there was no response outside, the people in the show couch seemed a little puzzled. A slender hand leaned out and lifted the gauze curtain.


    In an instant, a beautiful woman came into Yang Xuan''s eyes.


    The beautiful woman is in her thirties. Her long hair is like silk and satin, which is scattered on both sides of her fragrant shoulder. She is elegant and delicate. She is dressed in a luxurious Aqua Green qiluo skirt. She is tall and slender, her waist is as thin as a willow, and her body is graceful and can''t pick out any defects.


    Her appearance is also extremely beautiful. On a pretty face, her skin is as thick as fat, crystal clear, exquisite facial features, proud figure and mature woman''s charm can be called a masterpiece of heaven, and the beauty is suffocating.


    However, her face was a little morbid pale, and I felt pity at first sight.


    Needless to say, the beautiful woman is he Lianqian.


    At the moment, she opened her mouth and stared at Yang Xuan, "are you!?"


    "I......" Yang Xuan stopped talking and held it for a long time before he walked over and fell on his knees in front of the show couch: "Mom, it''s me!"


    "You, you are xuan''er!" he Lianqian''s voice trembled and his face was surprised and happy.


    She felt familiar at the first sight of Yang Xuan, because Yang Xuan''s face was so similar to Yang Tian that it was almost carved out of the same mold, but Yang Xuan was younger and looked a little immature.


    "Xuan''er, come on, get up."


    "Mom, you''re weak. Don''t move."


    Seeing that he Lianqian was going to get up, Yang Xuan couldn''t help but change his face. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold her and let her lean against the head of the bed.


    He Lianqian let Yang Xuanshi do it. She looked at him without blinking. After her body stabilized, she could no longer restrain her excitement. She trembled and stretched out her hand and stroked his well-defined face.


    Yang Xuan''s body trembled slightly and his mood fluctuated. He thought this was maternal love. He could feel a mother''s care for her children from his mother''s gentle actions.


    He Lianqian touched his forehead, nose, eyes, mouth, and all his thoughts turned into tears. "Are you really my Xuan er?"


    "The child''s surname is Yang, and his single name is a mysterious word."


    "Sobbing, it''s xuan''er, it''s really xuan''er!"


    He Lianqian was in tears and nodded. She named Yang Xuan. How could she forget it.


    As the saying goes, mother and son are connected, and he Lianqian''s tears immediately softened Yang Xuan''s heart.


    At this moment, in the depths of his heart, he had no hatred for his mother he Lianqian.


    Tears welled up in his eyes and choked: "don''t cry, mom. You should be happy when my child comes to see you."


    "Child, don''t you hate your mother?" he Lianqian whispered, opened her arms and hugged him tightly into her arms.


    This is her son. She was separated from her at birth. She only felt her heart hurt.


    "My child is unfilial. I don''t know my mother''s difficulties over the years. I used to complain about you. I hate why you gave birth to me and left. Now think about it, I really deserve it."


    Yang Xuan burst into tears. His mother''s embrace was very warm, which he had never experienced.


    Even in his previous life, he was just an orphan. He lived in the streets, ate with dogs, was bullied and beaten, and was in a precarious state. He never experienced what maternal love is.


    "Good boy, how can your mother blame you? Raise your head quickly and let Wei Niang have a good look at you."


    He Lianqian stopped her tears and held Yang Xuan''s head in her hands. Seeing that he had clear facial features, sword eyebrows and stars, and was beautiful, she couldn''t help crying with joy: "it''s been 18 years. My son has grown up this year. He is still as tall and handsome as jade."


    "Mother is also very beautiful, just like the fairy in the nine heaven. She is not worldly and extraordinary." Yang xuanlu smiled.


    This is not a compliment. Her mother helianqian is really beautiful.


    Whether it''s appearance, figure or temperament, they are good enough to be comparable to Qin LAN, Yan Ruyue, Su ziyao and other women.


    "She has a smooth voice. She is already in her thirties. She is old and can''t compare with those young girls."


    He Lianqian stared at Yang Xuan, but her pale pretty face turned a little red, which showed that she was happy in her heart.


    Which woman in the world doesn''t like men''s praise, especially if the man is still his own son, the joy in his heart is even stronger and unspeakable.


    "Every sentence from the bottom of my heart, my mother is really beautiful." Yang Xuan restrained his smile and said seriously.


    "Well, you little slick."


    He Lianqian said angrily, raised her hand and tapped on his forehead, "you are very different from your father."


    "What is my father''s character?"


    Yang Xuan''s eyes turned and his curiosity came up. His memory of his father Yang Tian remained six years ago. At that time, he was only a 12-year-old child.


    In his impression, his father was not good at talking and was silent. He used wine to relieve his worries all day


    "Come on, do it for your mother."


    He Lianqian pulled Yang Xuan up and asked him to sit down in front of the bed. He smiled and said, "your father is cold outside and hot inside. He is kind-hearted. It sounds good and serious. If it doesn''t sound good, he is dead thinking. Once he decides what, ten cows won''t come back."


    "Hey, what my mother said is very true. I think you were captured by Dad''s external cold and internal heat?"


    Yang Xuan smiled. After he met he Lianqian, he also recovered his true nature and became a lot more casual.


    He Lianqian looked at the smiling son in front of him and said with a smile: "little villain, don''t be a mother. You''re old and old. Have you had a crush over the years?"


    Yang Xuan is 18 years old. Most men of this age on the mainland have married and had children.


    As his mother, he Lianqian is very interested in this matter. She wants to have a grandson right away.


    "Of course, not to mention the appearance of a child''s jade tree facing the wind, with the child''s mouth, you can coax countless beautiful girls to throw themselves into arms."


    Yang Xuan patted his chest and said positively, "Mom, I''ve found you several daughter-in-law, Yan fat, Huan thin. I''ll ask them to greet you in a few days."


    "How many daughter-in-law!?" he Lianqian''s Apricot eyes stared round and was a little silly.


    "Cough, mother, don''t be surprised. They are all the beloved women of the child, and the child is sincere to them." Yang Xuan scratched his head.


    "You have grown up. I hope you can treat them well."


    He Lianqian said, thinking of something and asked, "by the way, where''s your father?"


    With deep worry in his words, it seems that Yang Tian also knows that he entered the taixuan Shenfu regardless of his life danger.


    "Don''t worry, mom. Dad is all right. He''s outside now. Do you want me to go out and call him in?" Yang Xuan said.


    "No, it''s rare for my mother to see you. I want to talk to you well." he Lianqian shook her head and gently rubbed Yang Xuan''s cheek.