With a promise to Duan Aoyang and Lin Feiye, Wen Shumo took the medicine bottle containing the memory elimination potion into his arms with mixed feelings in his heart, and pushed open the heavy palace door where Ning Wuyan lived. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Shumo's footsteps were calm and restrained, although the sound was not loud, but Ning Wuyao still heard it for the first time.

Son?

A hint of surprise and surprise flashed in Ning Wusha's eyes, she hooked the corners of her mouth, lifted the hem of her skirt, quickly got up, and hurried towards the door.

"Son, it's really you!" Ning Wusha's eyes were bright and overjoyed, and he grabbed Wen Shumo's sleeve, and his eyes were unconsciously a little moist.

She once thought that Wen Shumo didn't want her as a mother anymore, and after a few days, not only did she not come to see her, but she didn't even have any news.

In the past few days, Ning Wuyao has been deep in the palace alone, refusing all the people who came to visit her, but no one appeared as she wanted to see.

She even felt a trace of loneliness and despair, but she didn't expect Wen Shumo to come to see her at this time, and gave herself hope again, and the ** fire in her heart burned again.

Looking at Wen Shumo's face, Ning Wuyan was in a trance for a moment, at that moment, she forgot her identity, forgot her ** for power, and only remembered that she was a mother looking forward to seeing her son.

At this time, Wen Shumo's face was so clearly reflected in his eyes, so warm as jade, jade trees in the wind, as a mother, Ning Wuyan couldn't help but reddened with relief.

Ning Wuyan happily held Wen Shumo's hand and said, "Why did you come, you don't know how hard your mother waited for you." ”

Wen Shumo was a little uncomfortable when he heard Ning Wuyao's words, so he didn't look at her eyes, but Ning Wuyan's babbling self-talk still sounded in his ears.

"You're scared to death." Ning Wuyan seemed to have a big stone in his heart on the ground, and sighed softly and said, "You haven't come to see your mother for so long, I thought you didn't recognize me as a mother." ”

Hearing this, Wen Shumo raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Wuyan, at this time, Ning Wuyan really had a trace of tender maternal love flashing on his face, which was different from the usual her.

Wen Shumo thought that Ning Wuyao cherished the lost mother-son relationship, and gave up the struggle for power, and his tone unconsciously softened a lot.

He took Ning Wushao's hand with his backhand, helped her sit down at the table, and instead leaned over and squatted in front of her on one knee, and said in a soft tone: "How come, no matter what, you are my biological mother, this is a blood relationship that has been inseparable since ancient times, how could I ruthlessly abandon it." ”

"Mother......

Wen Shumo saw that Ning Wuyan had lost her previous anger at this time, so she tried to persuade her to give up the pursuit of power and give up the extermination of Duan Aoyang, so that she could avoid the pain of medicine.

But what I didn't expect was that Ning Wuyao was still the same Ning Wuyao, the desire for power over the years had already corroded and devoured her heart, and it had long been integrated into her blood and bones, and it was integrated with her life.

And all this obviously will not change because of the appearance of Wen Shumo and the so-called deep mother-son relationship. Wen Shumo suddenly found that perhaps her appearance was more like a powerful chess piece, the most advantageous chess piece that could allow her to better complete this plan.

Therefore, before his words could be spoken, Ning Wuyao took the first step to say the plan in his heart, interrupting Wen Shumo's words.

"Son, you're just in time." Ning Wuyao's eyes returned to his former aura, **, utilitarian, vicious, cunning, almost all words that can be used to describe extremely evil people can be used on her.

This kind of Ning Wuyao made Wen Shumo disgusted, instinctively resisted, he silently withdrew his hand from Ning Wuyao's hand, and frowned slightly.

Ning Wuyan was immersed in his "grandiose" ambitions, and he didn't notice the strangeness on Wen Shumo's face at all.

"I've been thinking about it seriously these past few days." Ning Wuyao's eyes flashed with stars, "Kid, you still have a status in Duan Aoyang and Lin Feiye's hearts, we might as well take advantage of the fact that they still believe in you now." ”

"Close Assassination," Ning Wuyan was silent for a moment, and said firmly, "Kid, your skills are not inferior to Duan Aoyang at all, maybe we can take a risk and give it a try." ”

Wen Shumo looked up and saw the fierce cold light in Ning Wuyao's eyes, and he even felt a trace of coldness in his heart.

"Enough......" Wen Shumo didn't want to hear this, he stood indignantly, brushed his sleeves and turned his back to Ning Wuyao, not wanting to see the deep desire for power in her eyes.

Seeing this, Ning Wuyan didn't give up, but instead stood up from the chair, walked up to Wen Shumo, and continued: "Why are you so stupid, why don't you do it." ”

"What do you think I've endured humiliation and stayed in this cannibalistic palace for so many years," Ning Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "There will always be only one rule of survival in this palace, that is, the winner is king, and only by standing at the pinnacle of power can you experience the feeling of dominating the world and being proud of the others." ”

Ning Wuyan stretched out his hand, as if the world was already in his hands.

"Now is the best time to do it." The light in Ning Wuyao's eyes intensified, "God has let me find my biological son, and the time is ripe, this throne overlooking the world is prepared for you." ”

"As long as Duan Aoyang dies, you will be able to sit on the throne naturally, what's wrong with that."

Wen Shumo looked coldly at Ning Wusha, who was trapped in the dream of power he had sketched, and said in a cold and disdainful tone: "Logical? Hahahaha"

Ning Wuyao was probably puzzled by Wen Shumo's sudden laughter, and called softly: "Son......"

"It's so logical," the anger on Wen Shumo's face couldn't be hidden, "No matter what, Duan Aoyang is also your adopted son, for the sake of a throne, you are so ruthless that you want to kill him, what else is there in your heart besides the throne?" ”

"What I spurn the most in my life is a life that regards power as my life," Wen Shumo said in an unquestionable tone, "No matter who sits on the throne in the end, but it must not be me, even if Duan Aoyang gives it up today, I won't want it, so you still die of this heart." ”

Perhaps, Ning Wuyao didn't expect Wen Shumo to refuse so firmly, or perhaps, it was Ning Wuyao who made a wrong move and calculated everything one by one, but he just made the wrong mistake in the most critical part.

The situation at this time almost made Ning Wusha's success fall short, and his success was ruined. She was not reconciled.

"You're a madman, why don't you want the throne!" Ning Wuyan suddenly grabbed Wen Shumo's clothes like crazy, shook them desperately, and shouted, "Why, why." ”

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