The dragon scales on Han Zheng's face became more and more serious, as if it was about to transform into a dragon and fly away, but Han Moyu grabbed her hand to prevent her from having any chance to escape.
In the end she became angry and blasted out: "No! I'm just... I'm just being coerced!"
"Who is being coerced by?"
"I..." Han Zheng said for a long time, but didn't say why, but still cursed: "You rebellious son, I knew that I should kill you with a single blow!"
"Mother should have said that she should have known that she shouldn't have given birth to me." After a pause, he added: "It also saves you from feigning death and leaving when I grow and look more like him."
"No... not like this... I just..."
"You just stand on the side corner of the study and peek at me when I don't know who you are, because that angle is more like him?"
When Han Moyu said this, she was still holding Han Zheng's hand, and finally she burst into tears, squatting on the ground, feeling cold all over her body.
"Yes, what you said is true. I can't figure out what I'm thinking, and I miss it again and again, but I really haven't coveted that kind of perverted thing... I just..."
"Hehe... Don't have the right. That's because I miss my son, so I look at it every day?"
"Mo Yu, can we stop talking about this?"
Han Zheng's expression became more and more ugly, and finally couldn't help begging.
Han Moyu stared at her for a long time and nodded: "Okay, let's talk about the previous topic, why did you drink me a poison that can soften my body, but didn't come to kill me, but instead came to ask for the heart of the earth."
"Because... I..." Han Zheng closed his eyes and struggled for a long time, and finally seemed to let go, replied: "I want to save him."
"Save who."
"You know, don't you."
"Wow... But he has been eaten by me, how can I be saved?"
"The heart of the earth can give birth to soul and flesh, as long as you think about it, naturally it can be resurrected...!"
"It's too simple to think. He didn't die normally, but was eaten by me. How can he be resurrected?"
"In general, if the dragon wants to digest the monster, the body will disperse quickly, but the digestion of the soul will take at least five years. Isn’t it five years now? As long as five years are not there, I have a chance. I must save him before that. , Just treat it as his reward for saving my life..."
The children have all given birth, and when they are so old, they have married wives and have children. She is still struggling with this kind of life-saving remuneration, and I am also drunk.
It's best if low EQ is not hereditary, otherwise I must be exhausted now.
So I weakly inserted a sentence: "I think he will be delighted when he hears this and then he will vomit blood. Originally, if you said that you would save him, he would be very happy, but you said, if you are paid, I think he would rather not enjoy the blessing. , I don’t want your rewards either."
Han Moyu was silent after listening. Of course I knew what he was quieting.
Han Zheng said that, he probably didn't know that he had lived in Liuli River for thousands of years, let alone his soul, there was not one scum left!
In other words, there is no hope of resurrection now, and it will not help how she toss.
Han Moyu stood honestly, and finally looked at her: "Follow me back to the palace."
"What do you do when you return to the palace?"
"You continue to be your Wuya, because of those messy things, as you said, everything in the past will never come back again. Cherish the present and imagine again. Isn't the future good?"
"But I don't have anything anymore, I don't have anything anymore, everything is thanks to you, but I can't do anything, I'm so weak, I deserve it..."
Halfway through, I couldn't talk anymore, and squatted softly on the ground again, crying.
I went up to help her and comforted her quietly: "Don't cry. You can see that you are a hard-mouthed person. In fact, Han Moyu still cares about you and knows you have something unspeakable, but now we don’t Investigate, he just said that he wants you to return to the palace, that is, he intends to reconcile with you. You are a dragon girl, and there is still a long life to live. It is impossible to indulge in the past, or you can forget that you were born It’s okay to have a child and you don’t recognize him at all. Isn’t it good to find a wider world?"
A series of comfort seemed to have no effect. She looked up at me: "What do you mean by this?"
The trembling in my eyes made me feel that she understood my overtones.
It means that the things she has in her mind will never be realized again, and it is better to look to the future.
"No... It's impossible..." Han Zheng suddenly became excited: "He is completely dead?"
He didn't look at me, but looked at Han Moyu, fixedly looking at him, asking for an answer.
After a long while, Han Moyu nodded: "I was imprisoned in the Liuli River for a thousand years, I guess you don't know."
Han Zheng was stunned, and just stood there blankly. For a long time, two lines of tears fell from his eyes.
"he died?"
"Yes."
"Haha... He is dead! He is completely dead! No complaint, no virtue! No sorrow or joy! No more! Never see each other forever! Never see each other forever!..."
After a black light passed, a dragon soared into the sky, and I felt uncomfortable when I heard the scream of the dragon in the sky.
Cherish the moment... Actually, I don't regret at all that I was kind to Yan Ling.
If you don’t try, how do you know if this person is yours
A leaf blinded, but Taishan was not seen.
A leaf of Han Zheng was taken away, it is estimated that after a while, the trouble will be over.
Han Moyu took me home, and the two of them didn't say a word on the road. He was no longer the one who imitated his father's voice and smile and forced his mother to recognize his heart. He was just a fragile child.
After returning, the concubines were relieved to see that Han Moyu was doing well. They said nothing, and went back to their rooms.
Han Moyu curled up on the bed, quietly not even breathing, just like a person made of glass, everything seemed so fragile.
Soon, into the night, I silently blew the candles, took off my clothes and went to bed, hugged his body, and found that it was as cold as ever.
He felt my movement and pulled me into his arms slightly rudely, followed by a violent kiss that he had never had before.
"Hmm..." My teeth gnawed at my lips, I exclaimed, and then my body became cold.
Han Moyu stood up and left a sucking mark on my neck, as well as a few particularly deep tooth marks.
Seems to see blood a little bit, stabbing pain.
In the darkness, I saw his red eyes and his panic, and immediately let go of me, and wrapped the clothes and quilt around me indiscriminately.
"Baby... I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you vent."
"It's nothing." Compared to his confusion, my expression was quite natural: "This is one of the functions of a wife, you are welcome."
I have seen this kind of look before. In the illusion that Mubai created for me, that Han Moyu said, no matter what the dragons and snakes are, they are more cruel in this kind of thing.
I personally enjoyed it once. That time, I met Han Moyu, who I had never seen before. He was fierce and cruel, but at the same time, I still remember his extremely happy face when playing.
That illusion was created by Qiankun Ding, so it should imitate reality, that is to say... Maybe that is his nature.
His actions just now showed that he was unstable, a little... that kind of feeling.
I understood in an instant.
"Brother..." I called out softly and hugged his neck: "I don't mind, eh?"
Han Moyu started silently, and then hugged me with a wry smile: "Do you mind what?"
"It's okay to be cruel." I touched my neck and narrated softly: "For example, if you like it, I don't mind."
"Who told you I like it?"
"I just know it."
"fool."
In the end, he didn't vent like the Han Moyu in the fantasy world, but just hugged me quietly until dawn.
When I woke up, he was already up, sitting at the table drinking tea, blowing his mouthfuls of hot air, very peacefully.
He has recovered, and his mental state has basically become normal, just as what happened yesterday has never happened.
But there is bad news. Xie Yun hanged himself and wrote a book saying that he poisoned his royal family and decided to die.
I thought she was a poor person, and I was generous. After the funeral, I gave her the empty name of Han and was engraved on the inscription to fulfill her wish when she was alive.
Later, after about half a month of work, there was a dirty little boy standing in front of our house, staring blankly, saying that his mother was inside.
Those eyebrows looked like Xie Yun.