At night, the Regent's Palace.

"Mother, I want mother...... I'm not a wild child without a mother, I'm not ......"

There was a small figure curled up on the bed, he wrapped himself tightly, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

shouted confused words in his mouth, and Han beads rolled off his face.

The people outside the house heard the movement in the house and entered tentatively.

When I opened the door, I could hear the trembling figure on the bed muttering something indistinctly.

The maid came closer, and only then did she hear what he was saying.

"Mother...... I want my mother's ......."

Hearing this, the maid looked at Mo Ziming sympathetically, with a touch of pity in her eyes.

Xiao Shizi has no mother since he was a child, and he was brought up by a nurse, but a month ago, the nurse died suddenly, and he became a person again.

She felt sorry for Mo Ziming, and she also sympathized with the little guy's suffering.

The maid stretched out her hand, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "The son of the world, don't be afraid, there are slaves and maids...... Yes!! ”

Before her words fell, a scream broke the silence in the mansion first.

The housekeeper and the guards in the palace hurriedly dressed after hearing the screams, but when they saw the scene in Xiao Shizi's house, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Shizi, let go of the slave! Let go of the slaves! ”

Mozi bit the maid's arm, her red eyes were like ghosts, and she even glowed with a strange red glow.

He bit the maid's arm, and the bright red blood dripped from the maid's hand, which showed the great strength.

The housekeeper was shocked, and after careful calculation, it was not yet the full moon day, how could Xiao Shizi get sick in advance?

"Quick! Go find the prince! ”

The housekeeper hurriedly sent someone to look for Mo Yunye, but before anyone could go out, Mo Yunye had already rushed to the house.

He carried spiritual magic in the palm of his hand. Injected spiritual power into the little guy's mind, and then patted Mo Ziming's back fiercely, which made him let go of the maid's arm.

He stretched out his hand to lift the crazy little ball, Mo Ziming opened his teeth and claws in his hands, his scarlet eyes glowed with a faint red light, and the corners of his mouth were stained with the blood of the maid, and it was a bloody mouth.

But now the little one is still small, and if his teeth are sharper, he will look like a mad little wolfdog.

"Lord Wang, how is this good? Now it is not yet the night of the full moon, but the little son is sick. It can be seen that the son's illness is getting more and more serious.

The housekeeper was worried, and his eyes couldn't take off Mo Ziming, who was going crazy.

Xiao Shizi is young now and easy to control, but if he is older, he can't control it.

"The king knows."

Mo Yunye's long eyes narrowed slightly, and after he used his spiritual power to inject it into Mo Ziming's mind again, the little guy gradually quieted down.

He put Mo Ziming on the bed and quietly looked at the unconscious little guy.

"Go and bring the spirit beast Neidan that this king has retrieved."

Mo Yunye Chen Sheng commanded, and the housekeeper hurriedly went to fetch the inner pill.

In just a few moments, a crystal clear inner pill appeared in the man's hand.

"Lord Wang, this spirit beast Neidan is a blue-rank grade, and Xiao Shizi may not be able to bear it."

Hearing this, Mo Yunye was silent, he put his hand on the little guy's chest, and a black power was transferring to him along his spirit bone veins.

"This king has turned over some of the illness of the underworld, and with the help of this Neidan, he will be able to suffer less."

Hearing this, the housekeeper's eyes were full of astonishment. I was worried.

"But Lord Wang, in this way, your spirit master level will drop, if you don't handle it well, what can happen to you?"

Mo Yunye's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "This king is fine, it's probably just a matter of hurting some cultivation, and Ming'er is different." ”

At the end, he gently wiped the blood from the corners of his hands and mouth for Mo Ziming.

The slightly milder prince, this is the first time they have met.

"Let's all go down."

Mo Yunye waved his hand, looking at the weak little guy on the bed, his long eyes flashed with a fierce color.

Looks like he's going to have to find the woman as soon as possible.

The woman who threw it to his child.

Three years ago, a Taoist priest who was covered in injuries carried a child who had just given birth to a bloody face to the palace of the regent, but the Taoist priest was too seriously injured, and after seeing him, he only left a sentence of 'this son is the son of the prince' and passed away.

The housekeeper took him back, and he did a blood test. Indeed, this is his son.

But why did he have a son out of thin air?

Who is this child's mother?

Who is that Taoist priest?

He searched for a long time all these years and never found it.

But he remembered that four years ago he had been framed, and a woman seemed to have entered the house. But the next day the woman was gone.

So...... He was trivialized.

However, the woman seemed to have disappeared completely, and there was no news at all.

Until a year later, a son was sent to him.

It's a mysterious.

"Lord Wang, do you remember that the one from Tianji Temple said that Xiao Shizi has the ability to know the past. But because of this ability, the prince has been haunted by this disease for so many years, and only the princess who finds him can solve it. ”

Mo Yunye's right-hand man next to him slowly spoke, but he was given a cold look.

"The subordinates know their mistakes, not the princess, but the biological mother of the son."

Mo Yunye lowered his eyes, turned his eyes and quietly stared at the little guy on the bed.

His fingers tapped lightly intentionally or unintentionally, and he muttered in a low voice: "Know the past......"

……

"Knowing the future?"

In the Wutong Pavilion, Si Nanshu sat quietly on Si Wan'er's bed, the little guy's chubby hand squeezed her hand tightly, the Han beads on her forehead kept rolling down, and her fat little face looked ugly.

It's like a terrible demon can't wake up.

Bai Xiaohu squatted at the head of the little guy's bed, stretched out his paws and probed her head.

"Master, I was right. The little master does have the ability to know the future. It's just that she's too young to use this ability now.

Moreover, with this ability, she can be directly promoted to a heaven-level soothsayer, she is now young, and the spiritual root has not been repaired, so she does not have this ability. ”

"Is there a way?"

Si Nanshu gently held Si Wan'er's little hand, and her eyes stretched out with a touch of concern.

She didn't want Si Wan'er to have any ability to reach the sky, she just wanted her to be safe.

These days, the little one brings her many different emotions, and her feelings for her seem to be wonderful, as if this is her daughter.

"Master, you know what? In the entire Fengqi Continent, there are two strongest soothsayers, one of whom is born with the ability to know the past. The second is born with the ability to understand the future. No matter how others cultivate, they can't compare to this chosen son who was born with God chasing after him.

But before they grow up, if they can't find each other, they will be plagued by evil diseases. In this way, the little master is one of them, and her ill seems to me to be haunted by nightmares. ”

said, Bai Xiaohu was the same as Si Nanshu, with a solemn look on his face.

"Is there a way to alleviate it now?"

Si Nanshu's eyes were full of worry, she didn't want Si Wan'er to be so rebellious, she just wanted the little guy not to be so painful.

"Master, you try to inject spiritual power into the spirit bones of the little master."

Si Nanshu stretched out her hand and slowly injected spiritual power into Si Wan'er according to Bai Xiaohu's wishes.

"Master, the illness of the little master will gradually reduce. It's just that I'm afraid that her evil disease will enter your body. will weaken or even lower your Spirit Master level. ”

Bai Xiaohu wanted to speak again and again, if it weren't for the little master, he wouldn't have told Si Nanshu such a dangerous method.

"No problem."

Si Nanshu's clear face was serious, and there was only worry about Si Wan'er in her eyes. As for the consequences, she has not yet thought about it.

"Master, you can use the power of the Phoenix Feather Spirit Stone to help you cultivate in the future, so that your level will not stagnate."

Hearing this, Si Nanshu nodded, and then injected spiritual power into Si Wan'er again.

After a while, she stopped what she was doing, and Si Wan'er's face improved a lot.

"Mother's ......"

"Mother's ......"

The two little guys from the Regent's Mansion opened their eyes at the same time.

When Si Wan'er opened her eyes, she saw Si Nanshu standing by her side, the little guy was aggrieved to hug her, and seeing that she was pitiful, Si Nanshu hugged her.

"Mother, Guan'er just had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare!"

The little guy hid in Si Nanshu's arms, pitiful and coquettish with her.

Si Nanshu chuckled, "Am I not here?" What's terrible. ”

The little guy rubbed her arms, "Mother's kiss is the best~"

At that time, Mo Yunye looked at the little bun that suddenly stood on the bed with an expressionless face, and said in a deep tone: "What are you doing with this king?" ”

Mo Ziming hugged his arms: "I want my mother." ”

The man coldly refused: "No." ”

"This son wants his mother to hug him."

The man refused coldly again: "Mo Ziming, you are already three and a half years old. This king is looking for a new nurse for you. ”

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the door, looking at Mo Yunye who was leaving, the little guy shrank in the corner and hugged himself distressedly, tears rolling down.

"Father, you hate it the most!"

He silently looked out of the window, and shed tears aggrievedly, everyone else has a mother, but he doesn't.

But when I raised my eyes, I found that there was an extra lamp on the windowsill at some point, and there were many fireflies in it.

He happily picked up the lamp and held it in his arms, and when he wanted to be a mother, he liked bright things. Mozi fell asleep sweetly with the lamp in his arms.

The figure that had been waiting outside the window did not leave until the little one fell asleep.

……