Lihuo's bloodline is clearly the only lineage of the Mo family's direct line, there is no second line, okay
However, Chang Lao, who was just about to speak, immediately shut his mouth obediently after receiving the warning gaze cast by the emperor.
But he couldn't help muttering in his mind: what's going on with your lord? Went to Yanwu Continent, did your brain get broken
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"Di Ming Jue, you stay with Xiaobao, I'll refine some pills to heal you and Xinglang."
Muyan touched Xiaobao's face, and saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, with a painful expression on his little face, and his eyes were full of distress and worry.
But Li Huo's bloodline is awakened and she can't help, instead of staying here, it's better to ask the third senior brother how to get rid of the curse remaining in Di Ming Jue's body.
Moreover, Xiaobao was still thinking about his father before he fell asleep last time.
If you can see Di Ming Jue guarding by his side when you open your eyes, you will be happy.
Di Ming Jue nods, and sits on the edge of the bed.
It wasn't until Muyan's figure disappeared outside the door that his eyes dared to show the suppressed emotional fluctuations.
He squeezed the boy's small, hot hands in the palm of his hand.
Di Ming Jue's mood surges for a moment, and his low whispering voice is almost hoarse and broken: "Xiaobao, Daddy is here to see you."
"I'm sorry, it was Dad who was bad in the past and didn't take good care of you and mother."
His child, the future heir of Jiyu.
It should have been high above, rich in clothes and fine food, with infinite scenery.
But because of his forgetfulness and stupidity, he has been wandering in the barren world for so many years.
Even because he didn't have a father, he was ridiculed and stared at.
And he owes all of this to Xiaobao and Muyan.
As if hearing his call, Xiao Bao's long eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.
Seeing Di Ming Jue who was sitting on the side of the bed pinching his hand, Xiao Bao's expression was in a daze, and he called softly: "Daddy..."
Di Ming Jue's throat chokes, and he can hardly control his emotions: "Daddy is here."
Xiao Bao blinked, his eyes became clearer little by little.
He realized that he was not dreaming at this moment, but really saw his father.
In an instant, inexplicable grievances and sadness welled up in my heart.
The dense and long eyelashes were fanned like butterfly wings, and crystal clear teardrops the size of beans rolled out from under the butterfly wings.
Xiaobao choked up and said, "Daddy, I thought you didn't want Xiaobao anymore."
For a moment, Di Ming Jue feels so distressed that he can hardly breathe.
He reached out his hand clumsily, gently wiped away the tears on his little face, and said in a gentle voice he had never had before: "Why doesn't Daddy want Xiaobao?"
"But, Xiaobao is sick, and it's very uncomfortable. Daddy came and left again, and he didn't even look at Xiaobao."
As Xiaobao said, he felt more and more wronged, and tears flowed down his face.
Her small body was shaking slightly from sobbing.
"Because Xiaobao is not Daddy's own son, so Daddy dislikes Xiaobao? Don't you want Xiaobao?"
No! You are my own son!
You are the only flesh and blood of my Emperor Ming Jue.
Di Ming Jue shouts in his heart, but all the words are stuck in his throat.
He felt his eye sockets a little wet and hot.
It took a lot of effort to suppress the turbulent emotions.
He stretched out his hand, picked up the boy on the bed, and let him lie in his arms.
The other hand gently wiped away the tears on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "In Daddy's heart, you will always be my most important child, and Daddy's most precious biological flesh and blood. Daddy doesn't need everything in the world, But I will definitely not want Xiaobao and Niangqin."