There was only blood and infinite killing intent under his eyes.

"Mother is in—"

Chu Wuxu tentatively shouted again.

Sure enough, there was no response.

Chu Wuxu's courage was a little bigger.

This is just a flash of ordinary carved wooden door, and he is a congenital stage of cultivation, condensing his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and pushing it towards the door.

"Bang".

The carved wooden door, which did not have any prohibitions or runes, was forcibly broken open from the outside.

Mo Yan sits.

Support your forehead with one hand.

He didn't move, his whole being hidden in the shadows.

Or rather, he is the shadow itself.

"Ah Yan!"

When Chu Wuxu saw Mo Yan, he immediately restrained his hideous expression outside the door before, made a motherly appearance, stepped forward with great concern, squatted in front of Mo Yan, raised his head, stared at him with a "concern" face, and a layer of water condensed in his "distressed" eyes, "I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault, so many years, you have been wronged." It's not just Jin Jiuxiao's matter, but also Tang Qing, the reason why he led the forbidden army to kill you was the last order left by the first emperor. ”

In short, it's just to push out all the responsibilities.

She is the cleanest, most innocent, and most pure and immaculate white lotus.

Mo Yan couldn't see her.

I couldn't hear her either.

As if he was stunned, what repeatedly came to his mind were the months when he was imprisoned in the firewood room and repeatedly tortured by Jin Jiuxiao.

From pain, crying, to insensitivity.

The mind of a five-year-old child was almost completely destroyed.

That feeling of collapse, for thirteen years, has been suppressed by him in the deepest part of his heart, and he has never touched it easily. It was Chu Wuxu who mentioned Jin Jiuxiao and opened the floodgates of his memory, and the disgusting memories that had been sealed for a long time came flooding in, like a dark river, almost drowning him.

"Ah Yan, this is a dish that my mother made for you, do you want to taste it."

Chu Wuxu smiled and put the food box on the table.

casually pushed Mo Yan's documents to the side, and brought out the dishes he had cooked, one by one, and placed them in front of Mo Yan.

I also set up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Come, eat. This spicy chicken is my specialty, you must eat a few more pieces. She also took the initiative to pick up vegetables and cloth vegetables for him.

But Mo Yan still maintained his original posture.

Motionless.

I can't see or smell any food, no soup.

Mo Yan didn't eat, and Chu Wuxu was not in a hurry, but pulled a stool over, simply sat beside him, and pulled up a routine with him.

Although, Mo Yan will not respond.

"You must not know that when you were first born, you were not in Beilan, but in the Middle-earth Empire."

The more Chu Wuxu smiled, the more kind he became.

In my mind, what flashed was my own son's fleshy little face, not Mo Yan.

No way.

She really hated this little bastard, and she had to curry favor with him in order to return to Middle-earth smoothly. She can only hypnotize herself and treat Mo Yan as her own son, even if she pretends, she can pretend to be a little more like.

"When I conceived you, I suffered a great sin." Chu Wuxu's eyes crossed with a thick sadness, not pretending, "Your father, he doesn't like me, but I love him very much." He doesn't take me seriously, and even if I have you, he doesn't take me seriously.