The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

The fundus of the eye is only filled with blood color and endless killing intention.

"Mother's in --"

Chu Wuxu tried and called out again.

Sure enough, there was no response.

Chu Wuxu's courage is even greater.

It's just a flash of ordinary carved wooden door, and I'm a congenital cultivation. I gather my spiritual power in my palm and push it to the door.

There was a bang.

The carved wooden door without any prohibition or Rune was forced to open from the outside.

Mo Yan is sitting.

Support your forehead with one hand.

He didn't move. His whole body was hidden in the shadow.

Or, he is the shadow itself.

"Ah Yan!"

When Chu Wuxu saw Mo Yan, he immediately gathered up his ferocious expression outside the door and made a loving mother. He crouched in front of Mo Yan and looked up at him with concern. "I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault. I've wronged you for so many years. It's not only about Jin jiuxiao, but also about Tang Qing. The reason why he led the imperial army to kill you is the last order of the former Emperor. "

In a word, it is right to push out all the responsibilities.

She is the cleanest, most innocent and purest white lotus.

Mo Yan can't see her.

I can't hear her.

It's like being haunted by nightmares. What comes to mind repeatedly are the months when Jin jiuxiao repeatedly tortured him in the Chaifang.

From pain and crying to apathy.

A five-year-old's mind was almost destroyed.

The feeling of collapse, for 13 years, has been suppressed by him in the deepest heart, never easy to touch. It was Chu Wuxu who brought up Jin jiuxiao that opened the floodgate of his memory. The long-standing disgusting memories, like a dark river, almost drowned him.

"Ah Yan, this is the dish my mother made for you. Would you like to try it?"

Chu Wuxu put the food box on the table with a smile on his face.

Just push Mo Yan's documents to the side at will, and the dishes he made are brought out plate by plate and placed in front of Mo Yan.

The dishes and chopsticks were set up.

"Come on, eat. This spicy chicken is my specialty. You must eat more pieces. " She also offered to bring him vegetables and cloth.

Can Mo Yan still keep the original posture.

Not moving.

You can't see or smell any dish or soup.

Mo Yan doesn't eat, but Chu Wuxu doesn't worry. Instead, he pulls a stool to come over and sits beside him. He starts to make friends with him.

However, Mo Yan will not respond.

"You must not know that when you were born, you were not in Beilan, but in Zhongzhou empire."

Chu Wuxu, the more he smiles, the more kind he is.

In my mind, what flashed across was my own son roududu's little face, not Moyan.

no way out.

She really hated this little bastard. She had to please him in order to return to Zhongzhou smoothly. She can only hypnotize herself and treat Mo Yan as her own son. Even if she pretends, she can pretend to be a little bit like him.

"I suffered a lot when I was pregnant with you." In Chu Wu Xu's eyes, there was a thick sadness, not pretending, "your father, he doesn't like me, but I love him very much. He doesn't pay attention to me. Even if I have you, he doesn't pay attention to me.