The rich black and blue slowly faded by the morning light.

The figures, big and small in front, were still struggling forward. Although their hunched backs and trembling steps showed that their physical strength was almost at their limit, whenever Pan Ting thought that they were taking this step was the last step, the magical obsession made them continue to take steps and move forward a little.

Pan Ting whispered: "Isn't a hundred miles too far?"

Sa'er canal: "Do you feel sorry?"

“Some.”

"To adults or children?" He breathed a sour sigh without any concealment.

Pan Ting paused without a trace, and said casually: "Everything is a bit. If I were with his mother, Ilian would be my son."

"Puff", the figures of one big and one small in front fell into the snow pile.

Pan Ting was stunned and said angrily: "You don't even let go of women and children?"

A sigh came from beside him.

After Ilian and his mother stood up and walked for a while, Saer whispered: "It's not me."

It was bright and bright.

Pan Ting looked down at the watch - he bought a watch last year. It was indeed the year before coming to this world. It was Swiss goods and it was quite stable. Except that the world setting was not completed, it was a little difficult to tell the difference between day and night, and then the debugging was correct.

The hour and minute hands of the watch are pointing at 6:50.

There are ten minutes left, and it is seven o'clock.

And there is one fifth of the road.

Although the more you go east, the less snow it accumulates, it is impossible to complete one-fifth of the road in ten minutes.

Pan Ting stopped.

Sa’er Canal: “If you think they didn’t pass the test, we can…”

Pan Ting passed away in a flash.

Sa'er slowly finished the rest of the words to Leng Feng: "Change another successor."

Pan Ting used teleportation to take the mother and son to a place a hundred miles away, a place 1,000 meters away from the sea. There is a high slope on the coast. Standing on the high slope, you can see the blue coastline, which is clear, pure and beautiful.

Ilian's mother had a pair of beautiful and clear eyes like the sea. When those pairs contained tears, like pearls of the ocean, even the sorrow became bright and gentle.

Pan Ting couldn't help but be attracted by all his attention and even his breathing was paused.

He remembered his mother, who was in elementary school. Her thick eyelashes—perhaps because of the effect of using mascara, her fair face—the traces of foundation and her bright eyes—and later he learned that there was something called contact lenses, which was a mature beauty who attracted the attention of young people every time he appeared. But the boy would not care whether it was artificial or natural beauty. He only knew that every time he saw her looking at her deskmate lovingly, his heart would be similar to anger.

The feeling of hatred was something he longed for since childhood but was out of reach. His inner jealousy and inferiority made him want to be together at the same table every time. In fact, he also took action, so that they were separated after only one semester. After that, they had no chance to see the mother for a long time. It was not until the graduation ceremony that they met her far away, and the other party gave him a cold look that was similar to a warning. Pan Ting was so sad about this for the whole summer.

The approximate eyes make time and space intertwined and overlapped.

And this time, he no longer looked up from afar, but looked down at these eyes from a close distance.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently stroked her eyebrows, then her eyelids, eyelashes...

She lowered her eyelids at a loss and nervously grabbed her child's hand.

"God! Have we passed the test?" Ilian's voice suddenly woke up the two of them.

Only then did Pan Ting realize what he had done, he retracted his hands in panic and said, "Ah, I saw sincerity in your eyes. I think you really respect me. Yes, you passed the test."

Tears flowed out of those beautiful eyes, but tears of joy. She squatted and hugged Ilian tightly into her arms. The mother and son laughed and choked.

Pan Ting knew that most of their joy was for the father who had no chance to meet. He couldn't help but feel a little sour and said to himself: Fortunately, that guy went there early, otherwise he would probably become his deskmate No. 2.

Ilian asked: "When will I see my father?"

Pan Ting said: "Are you saddened by your father's departure?"

Ilian nodded vigorously, "I have never seen him. But I know, he is a great man. Right? Mom."

His mother nodded with a smile.

Pan Ting said: "Do you like the feeling of sadness?"

"Of course not. I hope my dad will come back, so I will be very happy. Mom will be very happy, and Dad, I believe he will be very happy. I hope our whole family can be happy and never be sad again!"

"I have a way to keep sadness away from you." Pan Ting threw down the bait.

"What method? Can you let dad come back early?"

Pan Ting refused to comment, "First of all, we must calm down and look at the world with our heart..."

It is not uncomfortable for Pan Ting to fool a child, especially when the other party trusts him wholeheartedly. His mother is also full of hope for the martial arts he taught.

He said: "If you want to practice, you can also try it."

She said: "I am extremely grateful to you, God, I can't express my inner gratitude in words."

"I want to know your...name more than your gratitude." He said a little shy, but fortunately his face was too thick and he couldn't see the color.

She was surprised for a while before saying, "My name is Ikalu."

...

Although it is dew, he is also upright.

After hearing Ikalu's name, Pan Ting sat alone by the beach in a daze.

The tide ebbed and fell, and the sea water slowly covered his feet and slowly retreated.

He said to himself, "Do you believe in fate?" Although he couldn't see Sa'er, he could feel the other person sitting on his left.

Sure enough, Sa'er's voice came from the left: "If you mean you and me, I'm sure."

"My name is Pan Ting, and her name is Ikalu. Although we come from different worlds, we have established connections as early as we were born. How wonderful."

Saer: "..." It's not very good for him.

Pan Ting said: "My parents divorced when I was very young. For example, the two people in your relationship suddenly lost their feelings for each other and each seeks happiness."

Saar flatly rejected: "Impossible."

"The place where you live must be called Grimm's fairy tale." Pan Ting said, "It's a pity that my parents are the real-life sequel to the fairy tale. The strong love burned to the ashes, and they resolutely searched for their respective second springs. I am the burning ash, which exists, but is as light as a feather."

Sa'er showed his figure and silently hugged his head, trying to hug him into his arms, but Pan Ting pushed him away.

"Don't do this guy's second guy in idol dramas."

"What will the man do in a while?"

Pan Ting glanced at him, "I don't know. Maybe he slapped himself in his palm, grabbed his hair in a tangled way and said, "Damn it, why didn't I meet you earlier."

Sa'er looked at his palms and hair in a tangled manner.

"Every time they meet relatives, they always hug me with a sad face and ask me if it's sad. If it's so sad, don't be stuck in their hearts." Pan Ting sneered, "A bunch of stupid x! That's not nonsense, tmd is of course sad." But at that time, he was in adolescence, with a strong sense of self-esteem, and always showed that I was a lover of Tiansha Lone Star. The secular family affection was simply an insulting coldness to me. Over time, he received less and less care. Everyone was afraid of defiling him, so they gradually became alienated. He muttered: "How do you say it? Put a banner and write it, warmly sending my parents out of the shadow of marriage. Wishing you a happy second spring?!"

This time, Sa'er pulled him into his arms without hesitation and pressed his head tightly against his chest.

Pan Ting struggled but poked his waist dissatisfiedly, "I said I won't eat this one."

"I'm very sad, please comfort me."

"..." Pan Ting raised his head carefully, facing Sa'er's sad green eyes.

The jadeite that is hidden in the fog has lost its luster, but is thrillingly beautiful.

Pan Ting's heart throbbed violently. Unlike the nostalgia when she saw Ikaru crying, it was a shock that reached the bottom of his heart. Because he knew that his sadness was born from him.

Time is like sticky lotus root powder, dragging slowly forward reluctantly.

"Have you been hugging enough?"

Pan Ting spoke, and the long silence made his voice slightly hoarse.

The mist that blocked the jade surging began to surging, pushing it apart bit by bit, revealing a bright bright green. Sa'er looked at him with clear eyes, his ears trembled slightly, and a thin blush appeared.

Pan Ting instinctively felt that it was not good, so he suddenly broke out from his arms and tidied up his clothes awkwardly, "Thank you for your comfort."

Sa'er can't say: "You're welcome, I'm very happy."

A beautiful appearance is more dazzling because of a smile.

Pan Ting avoided his scorching gaze, "I'll go see Ilian."

As the first person in the world to eat crabs for cultivation, Ilian did not disappoint Pan Ting and Sa'er's hope. Based on the magical skills made up by Pan Ting, he practiced for three days and entered the realm mentioned in the magical skills. According to the logic of the system, it is a state that is psychologically delusional, which can stimulate people's subconsciousness and do things that are difficult to do in normal times.

Although Pan Ting thinks it looks like a paranoia, the person who practices is not himself, so he doesn't waste his energy and struggle.

"God, I think my eyes seem to fly up." Ilian said excitedly.

Pan Ting looked at him: "Don't worry, I didn't cross the eyebrows."

"No, I mean, I can fly to the top and see the world from above, it's very clear." Ilian's expression ability is not enough to explain such a complex feeling, so he can only compare and stroke.

Pan Ting smiled and said, "It's great. As long as you keep working hard, your people can fly up there to see the world."

"Can you see dad?"

...Why do you still remember this?

Pan Ting's smile was slightly stiff, "I believe your father wants to see you too." Whether he wants to see you or not is different from whether he can see you or not.
Chapter completed!