Wu Jin knew that the viscera were delicate, even if Li Yiti concealed it, he could really feel the pain that was difficult to eliminate.

This pain is unusual, wrapped in flesh, bones, and blood vessels, and cannot be rubbed, touched, or dispersed, and the internal organs are soaked in this pain, gradually blackening, stinking, and rotting.

Li Yitian said that déjà vu, or everything that Mo Qianlan had suffered, was being repeated in him...

Maybe Mo Qianlan in the past is not Mo Qianlan now, but the pain in his body has damaged him.

Wu Jin endured the pain, straightened her waist, and took steps forward.

The corners of the walls of the ground were silently frosty, and although it had not snowed, the cold was in the corners of the dead branches and leaves, in the cracks of the broken bricks, on the rusty bells.

He held the hem of his clothes in one hand, and returned to the autumn of the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang in a trance, he was alone, from the Heshan County Pavilion to Jia County to report the news, and he was also frightened step by step, the silence between heaven and earth was terrible, there were no insects and birds, no voices, the wind moved and the shadow moved, leaving him walking in the conspiracy and tricks.

At that time, he was a vital link in Mo Qianlan's slaughter, and this time, is he too?

A gust of wind rose.

The wind was cold and fierce, savage and rude, and it blew on him, and he tried to cut his body completely.

He resisted, refused to give in, and walked forward step by step, the cold wind refused to let him go, and ran over his whole body, and when he walked back to the front hall with great difficulty, his hands and feet began to weaken.

He straightened his clothes so that no one could see that he was tired, and went into the house.

Mother Wu heard footsteps and greeted the door: "The hot noodle soup is ready, come quickly-"

She glanced at Wu Jin, and saw that the white shirt was hanging on him empty, and she couldn't help choking in her throat and was stunned in place.

How...... How did you lose weight like this?

How did he survive the days after receiving the rod?

If only he hadn't forced him to go to Chunfu.

If he was allowed to fulfill his wish, wait a few years and then go to Chunfu, and not encounter Mo Lingfeng in Kyoto and go to prison, wouldn't he be dead?

Mother Wu only felt that the lights in front of her were dimmed, and the self-blame, sadness, and sadness of being a mother were overwhelmingly pressed on the top of her head, as if she could be pressed into the cold hell at any time.

"Eat noodles...... she pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Come in and eat noodles...... A-Niang, you'll be fine in the future, just do it......

She couldn't go on, the room was so warm, she still couldn't stand the cold, the cold from the inside out, when she reached out to hold Wu Jin, Wu Jin crossed the threshold by herself, and said with a smile: "Okay, the noodles made by A-Niang, I haven't eaten them for almost two years."

He smiled, his parents laughed too, and Father Wu said, "It's good to come back, and I will eat it often in the future."

The noodles are placed on the square table in the compartment, the soup in the bowl is fragrant, the mutton is soft and rotten, and the noodles are boiled in live water on the stove for most of the day, and then the noodles are put in.

The charcoal fire was moved under the table, and Wu's father was afraid that Wu Jin would sweat, so he piled most of it with ashes, which happened to be tepid.

Wu's mother was afraid that he would get tired, so she put a small plate of bream aside.

Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks, ate two chopsticks mutton, drank a mouthful of soup, picked up the noodles and ate two bites.

Obviously hungry, obviously desperate to eat, but the stomach began to churn, as if it was another torture left by the emperor.

But he didn't put down his chopsticks, but continued to eat meat and drink soup - he had to eat, he couldn't be the second Mo Qianlan!

He ate half of the noodles until he couldn't eat them anymore, and he put down his chopsticks.

Wu's mother didn't stop for a moment, and when Wu Jin was eating noodles, she went to make rock sugar and walnuts back, cleaned up the noodle bowl, and put the tea cup on the table: "Drink slowly, drink as much as you can."

She watched Wu Jin take a sip of rock candy walnuts, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Boss, don't do such a thing in the future, your father and I are old, I can't stand it."

Wu Jin put down the teacup and said thoughtfully: "My son is not filial, which worries the second elder, but since I am studying, I want to serve the country, and if I am an official, I must serve the people.

Speaking of this, he solemnly rose

When he wanted to kneel, Wu's mother had already stopped him.

Wu Jin arched his hand and took a deep look: "In the future, my son's career will be difficult, there will be few times of stability, and there will be many waves.

"Severe?" Wu's mother couldn't believe it, she didn't notice the last four words at all, she didn't know whether she was shocked or panicked, staring at Wu Jin's face, and her heart fell into the ice cellar more and more.

She shook her head vigorously, her voice had never been so obscure and dark, and she grabbed Wu Jin's arm with both hands, as if she wanted to hold Wu Jin by her side, her face was dry and old, only her eyes were still blazing: "No! What kind of separation, I don't agree with your father! We are not afraid of being implicated, one family, not two families!"

Two bloody cuts opened on her lips, and there was immediately a salty smell in her mouth, almost instinctively, and she thought of Mo Lingfeng from the word "wave".

Mo Leaf, who was already vague and distant, became clear in her heart again.

The aggressive wealth, the bloody momentum, the condescending gaze, are all clear.

She trembled her lips, clutched Wu Jin tightly, her mouth was a series of whimpering, and she shook her head desperately.

Mo Lingfeng she admitted.

She also recognized the waves that followed.

But Wu Jin is her child, how can she bear to cut off her relatives and let him go to death alone.

Father Wu was categorical: "Keep kissing, we are old, death is a matter of sight, you are afraid of implicating the family, so let the second child break off the family, which can be regarded as leaving a queen for the Wu family."

Wu Jin looked at Wu Yi who was trotting back from outside, and understood that Wu's father and mother didn't know that there was a letter of severance.

He watched Wu Yi jump into the threshold, watched the slightest heat coming out of Wu Yi's head, and watched Wu Yi quench his thirst with his teacup, his face did not change, but his heart seemed to be burning coals, burning his chest painfully.

He saw that Wu Yi was so greedy, so strange, so ungrowing--the scar forgot the pain, and if he was a little proud, he would forget his form.

Along the way, he had already figured out how Mo Leaf was desperate to save himself, but what if there was no such best Mo Leaf in the world?

Then he is a dead end, and the Wu family is also a dead end.

He still remembers the urgency when he sent the letter of dismemberment, which was a way out for his family, but it was easily cut off by Wu Yi.

At this time, Wu Yi noticed that the atmosphere in the house was wrong, slowly put down the teacup, and listened to Wu's mother vaguely say the words "must not be severed", and sighed in his heart: "Brother......"

"Shut up." Wu Jin interrupted him, held Wu's mother's hand with his backhand, sat down with the armrest of the chair, picked up the teacup to drink, and raised his hand again and threw the teacup on the ground.

The milky white walnut oil flowers in the tea cup were scattered all over the ground, and the white porcelain cup was shattered, showing disgust.

He heard Wu Yi explaining, admitting his mistakes, and promising not to make it again, he slowly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and waited for Wu Yi to shut up before he said, "Second brother, you write a letter of severance and separate it from the family."