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Zhao Lianyi was depressed and her health was deteriorating. Chu Jun wanted to comfort her mother, but it was of little use. Zhao Lianyi continued to lose weight day by day.

A week later, my brother suddenly returned home and ran straight to my mother's room. Soon, the house was in chaos. The servants ignored their usual instructions and rushed around to collect things. Silver and clothes were scattered on the floor and no one picked them up.

Zhao Lianyi came to Chu Yun's room, changed Chu Yun into an inconspicuous, worn-out dress, touched Chu Yun's face and said, "Xiao Yun, play a game with Mommy, okay? You'll leave with Mommy Sun later, and don't cry or make a fuss on the way. Mommy will come find you when you get there, okay?"

Chu Jun knew what had happened, and also knew that they would probably never see each other again after this separation, but he could only nod "yes." Then he hugged his mother and said goodbye silently.

Everything still happened. Mother Sun and some servants took Chu Yun and quietly left through the back door. But a moment later, Chu Yun lay in Mother Sun's arms and saw the Chu residence in the distance with flames all over the sky.

The streets were not peaceful either, people were running for their lives frantically. A group of people blended in with them and did not attract anyone's attention, and soon arrived at the city gate.

The entire royal capital was plunged into war. Behind Mother Sun, there were people who were shot by arrows and fell to the ground from time to time, and the corpses were piled all over the city.

Chu Jun turned around and asked Mother Sun: "Where are my mother and brother?"

Mother Sun only had tears in her eyes, and she forced a smile on her lips as she coaxed, "The eldest lady and Master Chu will be here soon, be good, little master."

Mother Sun was an elder in the General's Mansion. She was like a sister to Zhao Lianyi and was the person she trusted the most. That was why Zhao Lianyi chose Mother Sun to take Chu Yun away. Zhao Lianyi believed that as long as he left here, Mother Sun would take good care of Xiao Yun and his child would be able to live happily.

However, reality is always cruel. Soon after leaving the city, they encountered soldiers wearing enemy uniforms. Even with the protection of servants, they were outnumbered. In the end, only Mother Sun took advantage of the enemy's inattention and slipped into the woods.

At this time, Mother Sun was already at the end of her strength. A long knife wound pierced her back, and blood soaked her clothes and flowed onto Chu Yun's face. It was warm and flowing, symbolizing the vitality of life.

Chu Jun knew that the person before him was probably doomed. He had tried countless times to use his divine power to save her, but it was always suppressed by the world consciousness, and he could not release even a single bit of it.

Chu Jun could only caress Mother Sun's face as his mother often did for him, and whispered in a soft voice, "It doesn't hurt, Mother Sun, it doesn't hurt."

Mother Sun leaned against a tree and slowly squatted down. Facing the child's comfort, she curled the corners of her mouth, wrapped Chu Jun tighter, and placed him in the bushes, saying, "Mother Sun will be back soon. Little Master, please wait quietly here, okay?" It seemed as if it was just a brief farewell and they would see each other again soon.

"Okay." The young master seemed to be about to cry, but he held it back and only had a slight sobbing tone.

Mother Sun finally touched Chu Yun's head and arranged the surroundings to hide Chu Yun's figure.

The sound of the pursuers behind her grew louder. Mother Sun no longer hesitated. Her body seemed to be full of strength again. She suddenly stood up and ran away from Chu Jun.

"Where are the people? Shoot arrows!" A noisy voice came from the distance.

"It's a pity I didn't run farther away from the young master. I hope they don't find him." Mother Sun thought so and slowly fell to the ground, letting the fallen leaves fill her arms.

Chu Jun saw all of this through the gaps between the leaves. His heart ached, but he couldn't cry.

[This is their fate] Pino's voice seemed a little ruthless at this time.

Chu Jun knew that some planes had the concept of reincarnation. If this plane also existed, he hoped that kind people like Mother Sun and Zhao Lianyi could be reborn into a good family in the next life.

Chu Jun knew that the world of mortals was unpredictable, and she simply wanted to cry at this moment.

"Search around to see if there are any fish that have escaped the net."

"Report, there's no one in the trees around here."

"Where are the bushes?"

“I haven’t found anything yet.”

"Withdraw the troops and return to report!"

"Yes"

After the officers and soldiers outside left, Chu Jun did not act rashly. Just as Grandma Sun said, she squatted there, not crying or making a fuss, and remained quiet.

[Lord Mo Heng's presence detected, reporting, approaching.] After an unknown amount of time, Pino's voice suddenly rang out.

Almost as soon as Pino finished speaking, Chu Jun felt a man's voice ringing in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Hmm?" The man's voice was low and calm, and he looked a little confused.

"Little one, your soul is pure." The man's figure had already come to his side, and his voice came from above his head.

Chu Jun heard the familiar voice and without hesitation, he pushed aside the branches above his head.

The man stood against the moonlight, his face seemed to be frozen with frost for a thousand years, without any emotion. Through his eyes, one seemed to see his thousand years of loneliness.

"It's Mo Heng." Chu Jun didn't expect to run into Mo Heng so unexpectedly. Looking at this familiar face, he felt like he had found someone to rely on. He stretched out his short arms, wanting a hug.

Mo Heng immediately hugged him, not caring about the blood on Chu Yun's hands and the mud on his body, and hugged the half-grown child tightly. He didn't understand why he did this, but his heart told him that this was the way to go, so he followed his heart.

Mo Heng looked colder than ice, but his body was warm. However, one could still feel his warmth through his clothes.

Chu Jun felt less uncomfortable after crying. She quietly rubbed her tears and snot on the other person's clothes, then looked up and asked, "Can you save them?"

Mo Heng didn't know who the child wanted to save, but no matter who it was, Mo Heng could only answer: "I'm sorry, immortal cultivators cannot interfere in mortal affairs. I'm sorry." It was a rare explanation.

Chu Jun was just unwilling or wanted to hear if there would be any other answers, but it was a pity.

Not getting the answer she wanted, Chu Jun put her face back into the man's arms. There were too many changes that day, and the two-year-old child's body could no longer bear it, so she fell asleep.

Mo Heng looked at the tearful child in his arms and felt sorry for him. Although he couldn't interfere with the fate of the living, he might be able to intervene in the fate of the dead.

After placing the child on his bed, Mo Heng set out to find the bodies of the child's family and servants, and buried them in a picturesque mountain, far away from war and the world, where they could rest in peace.

After Chu Yun woke up, Mo Heng took him to the tombstone. Chu Yun knelt in front of the tombstone, kowtowed to his relatives, and did not get up for a long time.

Mo Heng stood quietly behind the child: "They just entered the cycle of reincarnation, and we will meet again if we are destined to." The cultivator didn't know whether the child understood his words. This was the best words he could think of to comfort him.

Chu Jun understood. He had changed into clean clothes and was neatly dressed, looking like the clever young master of the Chu family. Chu Jun knelt before the grave, looking at it. Then he stood up, bowed again, and said, "See you in the next life, father, mother, brother, grandma, grandpa..." The child, less than two years old, spoke clearly, calling out to the people in the underground.

The clear children's voices echoed around the mountain for a long time. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over Chu Jun's head, as if a pair of hands were gently caressing his head.