The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor - Chapter 1393

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He is only ten years old and up, although his appearance is like a teenager, his mind is stronger than his peers, but these adults can also do nothing but strike one after another.

Jimo Ningning, who forced himself to grow up at night, was a little tired, just want to sleep like this, don’t wake up again.

I can see that there is an invisible sound or feeling in the sea. I have been calling him all the time, even forcing him to wake up.

In the midst of it, it seems that something has been related to my own blood, and it hurts my heart and lungs.

Let him lick his chest and suddenly sit up and sit up, a gust of wind blew, and the body was cold, only to notice that it was already cold sweat drenched the clothes.

He hasn’t recovered from the pain, a kind, familiar, gentle voice sounded: “Xiaobao, are you awake?”

It’s a mother! It’s the voice of the mother!

Jimo Anning body is stiff, he actually heard the voice of the mother, but the illusion?

But even if it was an illusion, he couldn’t help it. Looking up, a familiar face with a strange face was looking at him slightly, his eyes filled with love and pity.

“Mother… Niangin?” Jimo Ning could not believe his eyes.

Putting a hand under the quilt, I burst into tears.

Actually it was not an illusion, it was the mother who really came back.

Twisted out of the hand, want to touch, and timidly withdraw, afraid that this is just a dream.

The envy of the eyes, the longing for the mother and the fear of being hurt, all reflected in the eyes of the illusion.

Her heart hurts, this is her own blood, and she is the most sorry person.

She gave birth to him, but missed the initial parenting. Although she tried to make up for it, she was forced to return to the Yaozu. For whatever reason, she abandoned the child again.

Nowadays, the child, seeing himself, can’t believe it, and it hurts her heart.

Another thought, if he wakes up, knows that the ink is in the body, but I don’t know what it is.

I couldn’t help but burst into tears, and I put Jimo Anning into my arms: “Xiaobao… Niang’s little treasure…I am sorry for you…”

Until the embrace of that familiar embrace, the warm breath, and the unique taste of the mother, so that Jimo Anning finally believes that the mother is back!

He seems to have returned to the original, there is a mother to be around, that is still flying and jumping, want to cry, crying, laughing and laughing.

The dead and stunned waist of the illusion, not dare to let go, “Nissin… Xiaobao thought you don’t want me… Nianga, don’t leave Xiaobao alone, Xiaobao is afraid…” Mo Yaning relaxes After that, there was no image at all, and I was crying while I was still looking for a guarantee of illusion.

The illusion is in the midst of the heart, and quickly swears that he will never leave him alone, only to stabilize Xiao Bao’s mood.

Waiting for Xiao Bao to calm down, look at the clothes that the mother had been crying and snotted with tears, and then rubbed red and sore eyes, finally showing a few embarrassed.

The eyes looked in the room, some familiar, seems to be the decoration mode of the Holy House? Is it now that I am in the Holy Court with my mother?

Why didn’t you see your embarrassment?

Are you still forgiven?

Jimo Anning turned his eyes and turned his hand to pull the illusion: “Mother, what?”

The illusion of the hand was a stiff, sighed, and the hand of Xiaobao was held by the backhand.