Chapter Ninety-Three: Tears

The days that followed were still the same, and I never saw the delicate-looking little baby again.

Ten years passed in this way, and when he thought he was going to forget him, the child miraculously appeared in front of his eyes.

His face, which was more delicate than ten years ago, had grown into a teenager, and his body had risen a lot, and he fell in front of the chaos, with a full body of embarrassment.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally decided to rescue him, and this is the meeting between the two people who will be known in the future.

When she first met Mo Lian, Xiaowa rescued him with a full body of embarrassment, and Xiaowa obviously showed uneasiness.

Naturally, he knew Mo Lian's identity, so he didn't ask too much, and to his surprise, this little baby turned into a deathly silence on his face after the initial panic.

That silence was obviously very incommensurate with his immature countenance, but what stimulated a little baby to become like this?

In the end, it was the chaotic master who was refining in Yicuilou, and he didn't need Xiaowa to speak, when he was treating Xiaowa's wounds, he had already noticed the unspeakable privacy of the young man's body.

That's right, such a beautiful little ghost will definitely be the forbidden belly that those sons and brothers are chasing.

For a moment, I wanted to let the peerless lady Sumire Yan see what her child looked like now.

How could such a temperamental, otherworldly woman have thought that after her death, her son would be infected with the earthly dust?

If that lady Jianyan saw it, her expression would probably be quite good-looking.

Thinking so viciously, but this does not prevent him from taking care of Mo Lian, in fact, he likes the little baby in front of him very much, it is simply a miniature version of Mrs. Jianyan, who uses that beautiful face to do things contrary to the real brand.

I like to look at the eyes of the little ghost, the blue eyes are gentle and blurry, and the smoke is vast, although the blue color is the original sin, but it does not damage the beauty of the little ghost at all.

He named him Shanghuang, Shangshangren, the Phoenix among people.

For no reason, I just think that this little ghost will become a top powerhouse in the future.

What's more, those gentle eyes always reminded him of the smiling young master who left home in the past.

However, the little young master in brocade and fox fur has long disappeared into the dust of time and can no longer be found.

He also thought it was incredible, he seemed to be too kind of this little ghost. In his opinion, the identity of this little ghost is very embarrassing, after all, he is the son of his rival in love.

However, he just couldn't control his feelings of pity for him, and he felt as if he was raising this little ghost as a son.

He took the little ghost to visit the lanterns, bought him some street food, and would softly lull him to sleep when he was holding a pillow and looking at him pitifully.

What's even worse is that even when the little ghost was burning in a daze and clamoring for his mother, he was so worried that he couldn't do it, grabbed his hand, and responded to his nonsense.

Messy felt that even this little ghost's own father and mother had not reached his level.

This is obvious, after all, the imp's parents have long since died.

Fortunately, Mo Yixiao was also extremely sad about this child, no matter what else he said about the little ghost's face that resembled the lover in his dreams, Mo Yixiao should cover this child.

Sometimes I even have the illusion that I am raising a child with Mo Yixiao?