The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 1393: Mother, where’s father?

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He is only about ten years old. Although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, these adults can't bear the blow, one by one.

Jimo Anning, who forced himself to grow up and steady all night, is also a little tired, just want to fall asleep like this, don't wake up again.

There is an invisible voice or feeling in the sea of ​​knowledge, calling him all the time, even forcing him to wake up.

In the dark, something seems to be related to the incision of my own blood, which hurts my heart and lungs.

Let him cover his chest, turn over and sit up suddenly, a gust of wind blows through, and the whole body is chilly, only to realize that the clothes are soaked with cold sweat.

He hasn't recovered from the pain yet, a kind, familiar, gentle voice sounded: "Little treasure, are you awake?"

It's mother! It's the voice of my mother!

Jimo Anning stiffened, he heard his mother's voice, but hallucinations?

But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it anymore. He looked up and saw a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face looking at him with a slight smile, his eyes full of love and compassion.

"Mother... mother?" Jimo Anning couldn't believe her eyes.

The hand under the quilt pinched herself severely, and tears burst into her eyes.

It's not an illusion, it's my mother who really came back.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch it, and retracted it timidly, fearing that it was just a dream.

The thoughts of admiration in the eyes, the desire for the mother-in-law, and the fear of injury, all reflected in Huan Qingyan's eyes.

She felt a pain in her heart, this is her blood, she is the most sorry person.

She gave birth to him, but missed the initial parenting. Although she tried to make up for it later, she was forced to return to the Yaozu. No matter what the reason, she abandoned the child again.

Now this child, seeing herself, can't believe it, making her heartache.

I thought about it again, if he wakes up and knows that Jimo Ya is dead, but he doesn't know the situation.

I couldn't help but tears into my eyes, and put Jimo peacefully into his arms: "Little treasure...mother's little treasure...it's my mother, I'm sorry..."

Until I was hugged into that familiar embrace, that warm breath, and the unique smell of my mother, Jimo Anning finally believed that my mother was back!

He seems to have gone back to the beginning, with his mother by his side, the bear kid who is still flying away, crying and laughing whenever he wants.

Holding Huan Qingyan's waist tightly, she didn't dare to let go, "Mother...Little Treasure thought you don't want me...Mother, don't leave Little Treasure alone, Little Treasure is afraid..." Jimo After Tranquility relaxed, there was no image at all, and while crying, he wanted to seek the guarantee of fantasy.

Huan Qingyan felt extremely guilty, and quickly vowed that she would never leave him alone, so that Xiaobao's emotions were stabilized.

When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at the **** of his mother's chest which was sore and snotted by crying, and then rubbed the red and sore eyes, finally showing a little embarrassment.

I looked around in the room, a little familiar, like the decoration pattern of the holy courtyard? Is it because he and his mother are in the holy courtyard now?

Why didn't you see your father?

Could the mother not forgive Dad yet?

Jimo Anning rolled her eyes and pulled Huan Qingyan's hand timidly: "Mother, where's father?"

Huan Qingyan stiffened her hand, sighed, and held Xiaobao's hand with her backhand.