My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 125 Right and Wrong

Laopi Street.

When Wen Changlang broke through the door, what he saw was a panicked mother and son hugging each other tightly.

Perhaps it was the mother's nature that made the woman stand in front of the child desperately.

"What are you doing! You don't want my son's life, don't you!"

"Your son's life was obtained by stealing someone else's fate! My responsibility is to return everything to its original place!"

The child behind the woman was so frightened that he cried loudly, hid behind his mother, and said over and over again:

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

The woman turned around and hugged him, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't be afraid, baby, don't be afraid!"

"Can you let him go!"

When the woman saw the child's tears, she stopped showing her teeth and claws in an instant, her face was covered with tears, she let go of the child and crawled to the foot of Wen Changlang, kowtowing non-stop:

"Please! Please let my son go! I know I did something wrong! I'm willing to pay everything to change my son! You can take it including this life! Really! Really! You killed Me! Kill me! Let him go, please!"

Pleading, humble and great.

Wen Changlang couldn't remain unmoved. He looked at the woman in the yard who kept kowtowing, as if crazy, regardless of the bleeding forehead, he just kept repeating kowtow.

Maybe she knew that as long as she gave up, it meant that her son's life was also given up by her.

Perhaps Wen Changlang at this moment, in the eyes of others, he is cold-blooded and hard-hearted.

However, that original intention has never changed. No matter how cold the fate is, it is not a reason to exchange other people's lives for one's own.

He squatted down slowly, put down Xiaobai in his arms, and under the woman's begging gaze, he stabbed down with one hand, his pupils instantly enlarged, filled with despair, and then he closed his eyes unwillingly.

One walked quickly, and Wen Changlang controlled the child who kept beating, and said cruelly:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I have to do this!"

With another hand knife, Niuwa felt pain, and his eyelids suddenly became heavy. His frightened eyes reflected the blue sky and white clouds.

What a beautiful sky, this...is the last look...

Putting the two children side by side, Wen Changlang sat cross-legged in front of him, his hands forming mudras, and a gossip formation rose from his hands, one yin and one yang, falling on the two of them, spinning continuously.

The spell turns into a spirit, constantly entangles and circulates between Yin and Yang, and finally enters into Yin and Yang gossip.

The cycle of yin and yang became faster and faster, and the sweat on Wen Changlang's forehead became more and more dense. The surrounding temperature began to rise and fall at the same time.

On the one hand, it is warm in the world of yang, and on the other hand, it is cold in the underworld.

Sorry. . .

Wen Changlang closed his eyes and put down his hands heavily. The surrounding temperature dissipated, leaving only the sound of his own slight breathing, and there was silence.

Everything is back in place, everything...

As if it was a good idea, the comatose woman woke up without warning, hurriedly opened the door and ran in, and when she saw the person lying on the haystack with her eyes closed, she fell to the ground, and cried out terribly:

"Baby! My son!"

"Ah... my son! Open your eyes and see if your mother is okay!"

"Son! What are you going to do with your mother!"

Wen Changlang's lips were terribly white, his crossed legs slowly turned into a kneeling position, and his tone was hoarse:

"sorry."

Holding her son who would not wake up, the woman wailed loudly. After a long time, Wen Changlang just knelt like this for a long time.

The woman beat and tore at him, questioning him why he refused to let her son go, but Wen Changlang just remained silent without saying a word.

Until, the woman desperately picked up the kitchen knife and put it on her neck.