Chapter 1393
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He is only about ten years old. Although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, these adults can't bear the blow one by one.
Jimo Anning, who forced herself to grow up steadily overnight, is also a little tired. I just want to sleep like this and don't wake up again.
But there was an invisible voice or feeling in the sea, which always called him and even forced him to wake up.
In the dark, it seems that something has something to do with the incision of his own blood, which is painful to the heart and lungs.
Let him cover his chest, turn over and sit up at once. A gust of wind blew through and he was chilly all over. Then he realized that he had been soaked in cold sweat.
Before he recovered from the pain, a kind, familiar and gentle voice sounded, "Xiaobao, are you awake?"
It's my mother! It's my mother's voice!
Jimo calmed down and became stiff. He actually heard his mother's voice, but hallucination?
But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it. Looking up, a familiar and somewhat strange face was smiling at him, and his eyes were full of love and pity.
"Mother... Mother?" Jimo Anning can't believe his eyes.
The hand under the quilt pinched himself fiercely, and the tears came out all at once.
It's not an illusion. It's my mother who really came back.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanted to touch it, and timidly took it back, afraid it was just a dream.
The yearning in her eyes, the longing for her mother and the fear of injury all reflected in the eyes of Huan Qingyan.
She felt a pain in her heart. It was her own blood and the person she was most sorry for.
She gave birth to him, but missed the initial upbringing. Although she tried her best to make up for it later, she was forced to return to the demon family. No matter what the reason was, she abandoned the child again.
Now the child can't believe it when she sees herself, which makes her heart ache.
On another thought, if he wakes up, he knows that Jimo Ya has fallen, and he doesn't know what it is and what it is.
Tears filled my eyes and I hugged Jimo Anning into my arms: "Xiaobao... Niang's Xiaobao... Niang is sorry for you..."
Until I was embraced into the familiar embrace, the warm breath and the unique flavor of my mother, Jimo Anning finally believed that my mother was back!
He seems to have returned to the original, with his mother around him, the bear child who is still flying and jumping, crying and laughing whenever he wants.
He hugged Huan Qingyan's waist and didn't dare to let go, "Mom... Xiao Bao thought you didn't want me... Mom, don't leave Xiao Bao alone. Xiao Bao was afraid..." Jimo calmed down and had no image at all. He cried and wanted to seek the guarantee of Huan Qingyan.
Huan Qingyan felt so guilty that he quickly vowed that he would never leave him alone again, which stabilized Xiaobao's mood.
When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at the skirt of his mother's chest, which was filled with tears. Then he rubbed his red, swollen and sore eyes, and finally showed some embarrassment.
The eyes looked around the room. They looked familiar, like the decoration mode of the holy courtyard? Are you in the sanctuary with your mother now?
Why didn't you see your father?
Hasn't your mother forgiven your father yet?
Jimo Anning turned her eyes and timidly pulled Huan's hand: "Mom, where's dad?"
Huan Qingyan's hand stiffened, sighed, and held Xiaobao's hand with his backhand.
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He is only about ten years old. Although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, these adults can't bear the blow one by one.
Jimo Anning, who forced herself to grow up steadily overnight, is also a little tired. I just want to sleep like this and don't wake up again.
But there was an invisible voice or feeling in the sea, which always called him and even forced him to wake up.
In the dark, it seems that something has something to do with the incision of his own blood, which is painful to the heart and lungs.
Let him cover his chest, turn over and sit up at once. A gust of wind blew through and he was chilly all over. Then he realized that he had been soaked in cold sweat.
Before he recovered from the pain, a kind, familiar and gentle voice sounded, "Xiaobao, are you awake?"
It's my mother! It's my mother's voice!
Jimo calmed down and became stiff. He actually heard his mother's voice, but hallucination?
But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it. Looking up, a familiar and somewhat strange face was smiling at him, and his eyes were full of love and pity.
"Mother... Mother?" Jimo Anning can't believe his eyes.
The hand under the quilt pinched himself fiercely, and the tears came out all at once.
It's not an illusion. It's my mother who really came back.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanted to touch it, and timidly took it back, afraid it was just a dream.
The yearning in her eyes, the longing for her mother and the fear of injury all reflected in the eyes of Huan Qingyan.
She felt a pain in her heart. It was her own blood and the person she was most sorry for.
She gave birth to him, but missed the initial upbringing. Although she tried her best to make up for it later, she was forced to return to the demon family. No matter what the reason was, she abandoned the child again.
Now the child can't believe it when she sees herself, which makes her heart ache.
On another thought, if he wakes up, he knows that Jimo Ya has fallen, and he doesn't know what it is and what it is.
Tears filled my eyes and I hugged Jimo Anning into my arms: "Xiaobao... Niang's Xiaobao... Niang is sorry for you..."
Until I was embraced into the familiar embrace, the warm breath and the unique flavor of my mother, Jimo Anning finally believed that my mother was back!
He seems to have returned to the original, with his mother around him, the bear child who is still flying and jumping, crying and laughing whenever he wants.
He hugged Huan Qingyan's waist and didn't dare to let go, "Mom... Xiao Bao thought you didn't want me... Mom, don't leave Xiao Bao alone. Xiao Bao was afraid..." Jimo calmed down and had no image at all. He cried and wanted to seek the guarantee of Huan Qingyan.
Huan Qingyan felt so guilty that he quickly vowed that he would never leave him alone again, which stabilized Xiaobao's mood.
When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at the skirt of his mother's chest, which was filled with tears. Then he rubbed his red, swollen and sore eyes, and finally showed some embarrassment.
The eyes looked around the room. They looked familiar, like the decoration mode of the holy courtyard? Are you in the sanctuary with your mother now?
Why didn't you see your father?
Hasn't your mother forgiven your father yet?
Jimo Anning turned her eyes and timidly pulled Huan's hand: "Mom, where's dad?"
Huan Qingyan's hand stiffened, sighed, and held Xiaobao's hand with his backhand.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
He is only about ten years old. Although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, these adults can't bear the blow one by one.Jimo Anning, who forced herself to grow up steadily overnight, is also a little tired. I just want to sleep like this and don't wake up again.But there was an invisible voice or feeling in the sea, which always called him and even forced him to wake up.In the dark, it seems that something has something to do with the incision of his own blood, which is painful to the heart and lungs.Let him cover his chest, turn over and sit up at once. A gust of wind blew through and he was chilly all over. Then he realized that he had been soaked in cold sweat.Before he recovered from the pain, a kind, familiar and gentle voice sounded, "Xiaobao, are you awake?"It's my mother! It's my mother's voice!Jimo calmed down and became stiff. He actually heard his mother's voice, but hallucination?But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it. Looking up, a familiar and somewhat strange face was smiling at him, and his eyes were full of love and pity."Mother... Mother?" Jimo Anning can't believe his eyes.The hand under the quilt pinched himself fiercely, and the tears came out all at once.It's not an illusion. It's my mother who really came back.He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanted to touch it, and timidly took it back, afraid it was just a dream.The yearning in her eyes, the longing for her mother and the fear of injury all reflected in the eyes of Huan Qingyan.She felt a pain in her heart. It was her own blood and the person she was most sorry for.She gave birth to him, but missed the initial upbringing. Although she tried her best to make up for it later, she was forced to return to the demon family. No matter what the reason was, she abandoned the child again.Now the child can't believe it when she sees herself, which makes her heart ache.On another thought, if he wakes up, he knows that Jimo Ya has fallen, and he doesn't know what it is and what it is.Tears filled my eyes and I hugged Jimo Anning into my arms: "Xiaobao... Niang's Xiaobao... Niang is sorry for you..."Until I was embraced into the familiar embrace, the warm breath and the unique flavor of my mother, Jimo Anning finally believed that my mother was back!He seems to have returned to the original, with his mother around him, the bear child who is still flying and jumping, crying and laughing whenever he wants.He hugged Huan Qingyan's waist and didn't dare to let go, "Mom... Xiao Bao thought you didn't want me... Mom, don't leave Xiao Bao alone. Xiao Bao was afraid..." Jimo calmed down and had no image at all. He cried and wanted to seek the guarantee of Huan Qingyan.Huan Qingyan felt so guilty that he quickly vowed that he would never leave him alone again, which stabilized Xiaobao's mood.When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at the skirt of his mother's chest, which was filled with tears. Then he rubbed his red, swollen and sore eyes, and finally showed some embarrassment.The eyes looked around the room. They looked familiar, like the decoration mode of the holy courtyard? Are you in the sanctuary with your mother now?Why didn't you see your father?Hasn't your mother forgiven your father yet?Jimo Anning turned her eyes and timidly pulled Huan's hand: "Mom, where's dad?"Huan Qingyan's hand stiffened, sighed, and held Xiaobao's hand with his backhand.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
