Xiao Jiuhan was covered in injuries, her arms and body were in pain from the water injury, the corners of her mouth were full of blood, and her nose was also bleeding, she crawled over and picked up her son.

"Amagi......" she called silently, "Mother is here...... Wake up, my mother won't let you die! ”

But Xiao Tiancheng didn't move anymore, and he wouldn't smile around her anymore.

"Ah!!!h Xiao Jiuhan shouted heartbreakingly, "Tiancheng ........."

"Who's going to save my son...... Save my son......"

The Yin and Yang Si Ming, who is famous in the Six Realms, held a heartless boy in his arms and begged wildly, but she didn't care about the injuries on her body.

"Save my child......" She knelt down, and there were no more tears in the corners of her eyes, as if she couldn't cry anymore.

The snow was falling, and there were only the three of them mother and son in the endless snow.

Gradually, there was a shadow in front of me.

The shadow was tall and large, the pace was slow, and the man was dressed in a black fox coat, delicate and noble.

He walked over slowly, with a smell of plum.

There was a thin film in front of Xiao Jiuhan's eyes, which came out of crying, and she looked at the man who appeared in a blur, she was almost unable to see the person who came.

"Uncle!" Little Yassen called excitedly.

Ink?

It's him?

Mo Jue rubbed the woman's head with a smile and smiled gently: "The child will be handed over to me." ”

Xiao Jiuhan didn't know what she was thinking at this time, and she didn't know why she seemed to see hope at the moment when Mo Jue appeared.

For so many years, whenever she was in trouble, Mo Jue must have appeared as the first time, and when she got through the difficulties safely, he left again.

Follow Mo Jue's pace to a strange place.

"Wait for me here." Mo never looked back.

It was only before entering the secret room that he turned his head and looked at the woman's figure with unseen eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

Waiting is painful and tormenting.

Xiao Jiuhan didn't know how long she had been waiting outside, so she sat on the ground with Xiao Yasen in her arms and didn't move.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the snow outside the secret room keeps falling.

But until the Chinese New Year's Eve was joyfully welcomed in the human imperial capital, the door of the secret room did not open.

It's been a month.

"Boom—"

Xiao Jiuhan raised his head suddenly, thinking that it would be the tall figure that came out, but ......

"Amagi?" Excited, she ran over and hugged her son.

"Mother."

Amagi's face was still very pale, but it was undeniable that he was really alive.

Amagi raised his hand, "Mother, here's a letter for you." ”

Xiao Jiuhan was already speechless with excitement, took the letter and hurriedly opened it, but when she read the content of the letter, her face instantly turned white.

rushed into the secret room, only to find that it was empty, only the blood-stained dagger on the ground, and ...... A trail of blood that had long since dried up.

Ink ......

…

"Mother, did my uncle save me?"

The mother and son walked in the snow, and lanterns and couplets were hung at the doors of every house on both sides of the street.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Yes." The woman's voice no longer ebb and flow.

She took a child in one hand and walked forward step by step.

Xiao Tiancheng jumped excitedly: "Uncle is so powerful!" ”

And Xiao Yasen on the side wrinkled his brows and didn't speak.

Xiao Tiancheng pulled his mother's fingers, and his little nose was red from the cold.

"Mother, where did the uncle go?"

The woman's footsteps paused, she lowered her eyes and looked at Xiao Tiancheng deeply, tears overflowed from her eyes, and fell into the snow along the tip of her nose.

"Uncle he...... In your heart. ”

It turned out that Mo Jue gave his heart to Emperor Heavenly City.