The one who treats Xiaobao the most ruthless is the original owner.

She never regarded Xiaobao as her child, but on the contrary, she was an enemy.

She encountered injustice and betrayal, and her soul had been completely distorted and morbid.

The resulting suffering was swallowed by Xiaobao.

Ye Mohan held Xiaobao and looked back at her.

Just like the calm sea, it set off surging waves.

"Xia Mansion, Wu Palace, you don't have to do it." Chu Yue said lightly.

Ye Mohan frowned, she had guessed what he wanted to do.

"My enemy should be solved by myself."

Chu Yue lazily leaned against the courtyard wall, raised her eyes and looked at the sky, with endless desolation in her eyes.

The White Guardian was deeply shocked. If it were other women, they would definitely rely on the big tree Ye Mohan.

But she is different.

Ye Mohan walked into the room and placed Xiaobao on the couch.

The child seemed to have a beautiful dream, even though his eyelashes were covered with tears, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

...

In the evening, Chu Yue sat on a chair, holding a volume of ancient books in her hand.

She left time to the father and son.

A faint smell of blood permeated in the air.

Chu Yue put down the ancient book and looked sideways.

The setting sun is like fire, and the afterglow is gorgeous.

The evil man stood between the two doors and looked at her deeply.

"Are you leaving?" Chu Yue asked.

Suddenly, I was a little reluctant.

In the evenings that followed, there was no more pillows.

"Um."

Ye Mohan nodded and walked towards Chu Yue with heavy steps.

He stood behind Chu Yue, took out a white chain, and there was a snow bead pendant, flowing with strands of scarlet blood mist.

His slender hands gently turned forward, pushed away Chu Yue's hanging black hair, and put the chain on her white neck.

Chu Yue's eyes flashed lightly and her red lips pursed slightly.

This chain has a very strong smell of blood.

She raised her head and asked, "What material is this?" She couldn't tell it.

And the moment she raised her head, a cool breeze came from the window frame, blowing the broken hair on her forehead.

The man behind him lowered his head and kissed Chu Yue's lips like a dragonfly, through the snow-colored veil on Chu Yue's face.

Very light.

Very light.

At that moment, a subtle ripples appeared in Chu Yue's eyes.

When she was stunned, Ye Mohan's voice sounded in her ears: "If I let you down in this life, if I let you down, the fire will cook oil, thousands of arrows will penetrate my heart, and be entangled by evil spirits for generations, and fall into the eighteenth level of purgatory, and you will not die well."

Chu Yue was stunned for a long time.

"You don't have to do anything. If you have me in your heart, the country will be yourselves, and the flowers will bloom ten miles away, you will be my only wife."

"If you fall in love with others, I will prepare a dowry for you, so that you can live a happy life and a glory for a lifetime."

Chu Yue didn't say a word, and there was a faint redness around the edges of her eyes.

The ripples in my heart immediately became a storm and waves, swallowing her up.

But she was still calm, just clenched her hands under her sleeves slightly.

"Mom... He is gone."

Outside, Xiaobao's little breasts mixed with crying sounds sounded.

Ye Mohan flew out and saw Xiaobao trotting from the next room with tears on his face.

He was afraid it was a dream.

After waking up from the dream, he was still the child without a father.

Ye Mohan covered up the emotions surging in his chest, picked up Xiaobao, and comforted him softly: "Dad is here, I will not disappear."

Xiaobao opened his eyes wide and looked at him, then curled his lips and said, "Dad Emperor, do you hate the baby? The baby just lost his composure and blamed him."

Ye Mohan felt so distressed that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he pinched his little face and said, "Never."

Xiaobao sniffed and pouted, "smacked" Ye Mohan's cheek.

"Dad is so good, the baby is so happy."
Chapter completed!