"Silly Mo'er, wouldn't my husband still be there if the sky fell?"
There was a domineering tone in his casual tone.
He lazily stood up and leaned against the head of the bed lazily.
Su Zimo walked to the table aside with a sullen face and sat down.
"I know you will be the one holding up the sky when it falls. You are taller than me, so I can't hold it up even if I want to."
Su Zimo's heart ached when she thought that it would be at least two years before she could return to Haoyue Kingdom. By then, the children would be almost ten years old, and what she missed would be the best for them. childhood.
When thinking of this, Su Zimo's throat always feels sour and unbearable.
She is just an ordinary mother. She always thought that she could play the role of a good mother, but now, she can't even realize her wish to accompany her children to grow up.
What she left to her children was endless pain, longing and waiting.
Darlings, I'm sorry!
Su Zimo's eyelashes were like butterfly wings, trembling, and she always felt like there was something in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.
Su Zimo clenched her hands slightly.
She stood up suddenly, she couldn't waste time now, she had to kill the Witch God before Qinghan and the others put together the magic diagram of life and death.
"Mu Yunxuan, get up quickly."
Mu Yunxuan frowned slightly, as if he saw Su Zimo when they first met.
"Mo'er, are you so fierce?" After Mu Yunxuan finished speaking, he shrank his shoulders in response.
"More than being fierce, I am what Qi'er calls a tigress. Get up quickly, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion."
But when she thought of Mo Yan, who looked exactly like Nightmare, her mood became very complicated.
However, in the nightmare love, his soul is riddled with holes, and his waiting will last forever.
"You!" Seeing her lively look, he felt even more comfortable. His Mo'er, no matter what he looked like, was his favorite look.
Wait for Mu Yunxuan to wash up.
Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan also quickly arrived outside the city lord's mansion.
Today they came for a formal visit.
After handing over the greeting card, the two of them waited outside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
Su Zimo asked worriedly: "Yun Xuan, does Mo Yan really have no memory of you?"
Mu Yunxuan looked at her, with a gentle smile in his watery black eyes: "Mo'er, don't worry! He won't remember all the memories about you. When he was five years old, the left side of his face... Suddenly a black spot appeared on his face, so he was ostracized. I traded my appearance for his body to preserve his soul, and now we are all over."
Su Zimo felt relieved now.
She pondered for a moment, then quickly raised her eyes to look at Mu Yunxuan.
"Yunxuan, what should you do with your tribe?" Su Zimo suddenly thought of the old man in Nightmare City.
"Mo'er, not everything in the world can be perfect. Nightmare and Jian Mo are already things in the last life. In this life, I am just Mu Yunxuan, and you are just Su Zimo."
"Is it that simple?" Su Zimo's long eyelashes like butterfly wings flashed quickly.
Mu Yunxuan smiled evilly and asked, "Does Mo'er want to make it more complicated?"
When Su Zimo saw his evil expression, why did she suddenly have the urge to beat him
Su Zimo wanted to kick him, but when she saw that there were many people around, she pinched Mu Yunxuan's arm hard: "You don't think the matter is complicated enough. I just care about your tribe. You can use it." Are you misinterpreting my meaning like this?"