Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss Chapter 783: Meeting my mother (2)

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White Ye smiled but didn't smile: "Aren't you trying to collect medicinal materials to save your son? Why are you still following us?"

Lan Cang and her know that this guy is absolutely weird!

The people who had collected medicine to save their children, even after they came to this island, followed them with such a stubborn face, absolutely had another purpose.

"I'm about to ask the girl, am I still here to wait for you after collecting the medicinal materials?"

Ojan also knew immediately that he had revealed a flaw, but now he had no other way but to bite the bullet and talk nonsense.

"Isn't this nonsense, you are not waiting here, do you want to swim back to the other side by yourself? If you want, no one will mind!"

Bai Ye ignored him and explained hurriedly, winking in the direction of Lan Cang, and the two of them strode towards the building in the center of the island one after another.

Ojan panting heavily, wiping his sweat and looking at their distant figures, his lips curled up viciously.

The two walked to the richly decorated building.

White Night carefully pushed open the heavy door. There was no one inside, and there was nothing in the hall.

She took the lead in walking in, and was surprised to remember the church where she had practiced in the sub-temple before. The layout of the temple was exactly the same as here.

Forcibly suppressing the anxiety in their hearts, the two looked around the room carefully.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks, a dish, a dry pot, a water scoop, and a few old white clothes.

Apart from these things, they didn't even find a single figure.

Bai Ye walked down the stairs in despair, scanned the empty room disappointedly, and muttered to herself: "Mother... where are you... where are you?"

"Who are you!"

At this moment, a crisp sound as warm as a hot spring suddenly sounded from outside the door.

White Ye, who was facing the door with her back, was stunned in shock. The blood in her whole body seemed to have solidified, and her delicate shoulders trembled faintly, unable to restrain it.

At this moment, she was so afraid to turn her head, so afraid that she turned around and saw the face she didn't want to see.

"It's really you!" Lan Cang stared at the woman in front of him, the scene before him overlapped with everything in the past, as if he had gone back to the past.

The first time the prince lost his emotions, he almost flew over, holding Yun Zhongxian's thin shoulders with his two big hands.

He even trembled in his breath: "Finally...I finally saw you again."

She looked at Lan Cang's face, and she only felt familiar. Ten years of isolation made her memories of that year become a little fuzzy, and it was difficult to digest for a while.

Lan Cang didn't hesitate, he tore off his clothes and turned around. On his sturdy back, a slap-big scar appeared.

"You ruthless woman, do you forget when you are old? When you picked me up, I was being chased by a group of people, and I almost went to see God, do you remember it!?" He almost roared out.

In a moment, Love suddenly realized that the fuzzy fragments in his mind were pieced together and gradually became clear, and he stretched out a slender hand trembling.

Her warm right palm touched Lancang's handsome face, gently rubbed lovingly, and there was comfort in her smile.

"Lan Cang? That's right, you are Cang'er... I didn't expect to be this big, let alone... I can see you again..."

"Master..." Lan Cang knelt down and hugged her waist directly.

Unruly like him, but at this moment, he shed tears silently in Love's arms.

Yes, the prince is a disciple whom Yun Zhongxian received privately, and it is also for one.