Mo Ying still didn't know about the birthmark on the third son's arm.

The birthmark on his right arm was the mark formed by the Red Flame Dragon Phoenix Yuan Dan, the material used in refining the clone at that time.

is now crying when he is being held by Mo Yi, and he is completely confused.

What the hell this is.

What happened to that sigil?

Why are you hugging me and crying?

Mo Ying especially wanted to tell the uncle that he had recognized the wrong person at this time, but looking at Mo Yi's expression, he didn't say it a few times when the words came to his mouth.

He couldn't bear it.

Mo Ying's father has always been extremely strict with him, although he is not missing the glory and wealth and the treatment he deserves, and even passed the throne to Mo Ying, but only lacks father's love.

His father gave all his love to his younger brother.

said that he was a younger brother, but in fact he was not born to his father, and he had nothing to do with the royal bloodline of the Yuyu Empire.

It's just that woman's child.

The woman......

Thinking of her, Mo Ying's eyes darkened, and his body was instantly filled with a strong hatred and murderous aura.

Now seeing Mo Yi's performance like this, Mo Ying's heart is extremely soft.

This is the father's love he has been longing for, but he has never received.

Mo Yi finally stopped crying slowly, he wiped his tears, and smiled at Mo Ying a little shyly, as if he felt a little ashamed to cry so loudly in front of his son.

"Okay, let's not talk about these sad things. ”

Mo Yi patted Mo Ying's shoulder a few times, sniffed, and said with a bitter smile: "You don't even know what my name is." ”

It's ironic that his own son doesn't even know his family's names.

Mo Yi straightened his body, coughed, and began to slowly introduce Mo Ying.

"My name is Mo Yi, I am the city lord of the Northern Demon City, and I am fifty-two years old this year. ”

"Your mother's name is Long Qianqian, ten years ago...... Tragically died. ”

Mo Yi mentioned Long Qianqian, and his mood was obviously low, but he still continued.

"You have two older brothers and one sister, both of whom are children adopted by me and Qianqian. ”

"The eldest brother's name is Mo Qianqiu, who died in a confrontation with the demon beast three years ago, and the second brother, Mo Ziang, who is seventeen this year, works under His Majesty the King. As for your sister...... You'll see in a moment. ”

"Your name is Mo Ying, and you are the only child between me and Qianqian. ”

The only child, no wonder he is so attentive to himself, it turns out that the third son is the only bloodline left by his beloved wife for him in the world, Mo Ying sighed in his heart.

After Mo Yi finished his introduction, he stared at Mo Ying tightly, as if he had something else to say.

"You ......"

"You can ......"

He opened his mouth and stumbled over a few times, but he couldn't complete the sentence.

It seemed that what he was going to say next made him a little difficult to speak.

After a while, he finally did a good job of psychological construction.

Mo Yi stared at Mo Ying's eyes sincerely, and said slowly, "Can you call me father?"

His gaze was extremely complex, with hope, with cringe, with countless emotions.

He hoped that Mo Ying could recognize his father, but he was afraid that he would not recognize him.

Don't admit it!

Just think of him as your own son.

Mo Ying's eyes on Shang Moyi's eyes were sour, and in the moment of impulse, he actually opened his mouth with a ghost.

"Father. ”

Just call it.

Anyway, his father has passed away, and he has no father at this time.

Moreover......

Mo Ying looked at Mo Yi, and there was always an inexplicable warmth in his heart, as if he was connected by blood, as if Mo Yi was really his father.

"Huh!"

Hearing Mo Ying's scream, Mo Yi was relieved, hugged Mo Ying tightly, and stroked Mo Ying's hair with relief.

He finally heard it!

In just two words, Mo Yi has been waiting for ten years!

Mo Ying was buried in Mo Yi's arms, feeling his breath, and somehow, he shed tears inexplicably.

Mo Yi has waited for ten years, why not Mo Ying?

He has been waiting for this fatherly love all his life.

"Father's ......"

I don't know if I felt the warmth I had never felt from Mo Yi, or thought of his father, or both.

Mo Ying couldn't stop reading "father" in his mouth, hammering Mo Yi's back as if venting, and crying.

"Ahh!!h

He wants to vent all the dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and jealousy that have been suppressed in his heart for thousands of years!

Why!

Obviously, he is the only biological son of his father, why does he only have that woman and other people's mongrels in his eyes!

I tried my best, but I couldn't get a look from my father, and that bastard could get my father's embrace casually.

Even the time of the phantom black ointment, he was desperate.

All I got was a faint "Not bad." ”

Resurrected him himself!

But what did he do when he came back to life?

Go see that bastard!

He was still complacent because of such a praise, forgetting all the wrong things he had done to him?

Sad! Ridiculous!

Why can't I get the love of my father?

Why, why, why!!, why

Mo Ying cried extremely sadly, and his mournful cry was mixed with a roar.

Mo Yi looked down at Mo Ying, who was crying, with a guilty face.

Letting him beat him, one hand kept stroking Mo Ying's back, trying to calm his emotions.

Mo Yi kept holding Mo Ying like this.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Mo Ying's crying gradually stopped.

"Okay?"

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and lifted Mo Ying's little face, wiped away his tears for him, and asked softly.

“... Well. ”

Mo Ying's eyes were red and swollen, and he nodded a little embarrassedly, indicating that Mo Yi had finished venting his emotions.

It's a shame that the old men who have lived for thousands of years cry like children.

If his subordinates knew about this, I am afraid that the majestic image he had always established would disappear in an instant.

He didn't know what was going on with him today, and the thoughts that had been suppressed in the corner were touched by Moyi and all of them were excavated.

This is the first time in his life that he has really shown his weak side to others.

Maybe it's because I yearn for my father's love too much.

Still, it's good.

Mo Ying burst into tears, his eyes looked at Mo Yi's concerned face gently, and the aura around him became much softer.

"Hungry. ”

He grabbed Mo Yi's sleeve, looked at Mo Yi innocently, and said with a hint of coquettishness.

Mo Ying put on his usual innocent expression, but this time, it was obviously different from Mo Ying's usual acting.

This time, there is no trace of falsehood, from the inside out, exuding an air of innocence and sunshine.

He is no longer an emperor who wears a mask all day long, at the moment, he is just a real child who is pampered by his father.

"Let's go, let's go eat!"

"Hmm!"

The father and son held small hands and walked out of the door together in the sunset.

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No matter how long he lives, when he takes off his armor, he is still a child who has never been in the world.

This is true for everyone.