The next day.

Xiao Yu saw Nangong Mo, probably the reason for the coffin. Nangong ink grew faster than the average child, and now it is seven or eight years old.

I don’t know how to use Nangong? Turning the ambiguity of Nangong Mo into a normal black scorpion.

Nan Gongmo recognized Xiao Yu at a glance, and the beautiful nephew turned into a crescent moon, revealing a small white tooth, and smiled and ran towards Xiao Yu.

"Anniling, hug."

Nangong ink stretched out a pair of small arms, and rushed over and hugged Xiao Yu's legs. The cheeks that were similar to those of Nangong were buried in Xiaoyan's lower abdomen, and the relatives rubbed.

Xiao Yu’s body is a little tight. When Nangong Mo was born, the five senses have not yet been opened. I don’t think there is anything in my arms.

But now, the child's facial features have gradually grown, and Nangong is more and more like, he buried his face in her lower abdomen, although the child does not know anything, but she still feels something wrong.

Xiao Yu leaned over and wanted to pull Nangong ink. His fingers grabbed his arm and just made a little effort. Nangong ink raised his head, and the pupils with good looks floated.

"Odd girl, don't you want to be a child? Will you abandon the ink in the palace for so long?"

The tender voice of Nangong Mo is very clear. He looks at Xiao Yu’s eyes, like a child, watching his mother abandon, in addition to sadness, there are accusations.

Xiao Yu’s fingers shook. He thought that Nangong Mo was still a baby. He was poisoned and killed in the mother. Her heart was softened. How is this child innocent? No matter how much she hates Nangong, she hates Nangongmo.

Can't say why? This feeling is very subtle, perhaps because the child's body, there is also the reason for her blood!

"Ink, I want to hug you, but you are too tight."

After Xiao Yugang finished, Nangong Mo released her, stretched her arms, and her eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was filled with tender smiles.

Xiao Yu sighed in his heart and hugged Nangong Mo. The child was heavier than before and he was smarter and more sensible.

"Anniling, Moo wants you, every day, I miss you." He rubbed his hands tightly around Xiao Yu's neck, his face buried in Xiao Yu's neck, and his voice choked: "The girl is not going to leave the ink again." Okay? Others have a goddess love, only ink is not, and ink is pitiful."

Xiao Yu was a little moved, and the jade hand patted him on the back and whispered: "Ink."

"Ok?"

"I am not your biological mother."

Although Xiao Yu does not want to hurt Nangong Mo, but he is already sensible, she must tell him clearly about this matter, and can't let Nan Gongyi mislead Nangong Mo.

Nangong Mo trembled in Xiao Yu’s arms and was silent.

Xiao Yu saw Nan Gongmo not speaking. She knew that the child had listened to her words and continued: "Nan Gong Temple is not your father, he is your brother."

Nangong Mo did not speak, as if immersed in silence.

Xiao Yu understands that Nangong Mo suddenly knows this and needs time to digest. She did not continue to say anything, but quietly holding Nangong Mo and accompanying him.

I do not know how long it has been.

A drop of tears, falling in the clothes of Xiao Yu, quietly opened, Xiao Yu holding Nan Gongmo did not find.

"Is this the girl, don't you want ink?"

Nan Gongmo’s voice was full of childishness, and his red eyes looked at Xiao Yu with pity.

Xiao Emei, the child’s eyes, like a little beast that is about to be abandoned, Xiao Yu suddenly thinks that when she just passed through, she is a helpless young fox, lacking in security, Feng Lingran any Threatening her actions will make her uneasy and will make her want to escape.

She witnessed the birth of the child. He trusted her very much from the mother's womb, but she was not his biological mother and could not stay with him all the time, which led to his lack of security.

What about Nangong? Isn't he a brother of Moh? Why hasn’t he built a sense of security for Moh in such a long time?

Soon, Xiao Yu wanted to understand.

Nangong Temple is busy with the battle of the imperial power all day. How can he spend time with the ink?

"Under the small hall, how come you came here?"

A woman’s voice came.

Xiao Yu looked for the sound, the familiar face fell into her alum, is Qiulan.

Qiulan saw Xiao Yu, and the pupil shrank a little and stepped up to Xiao Yu.

"Xiao Wei, how is it again? You are now the queen of Feng Lingran, what are you doing to Nanling? You returned the small hall to me, isn’t it enough for you to harm the small hall? You want to be small What does Your Highness do?"

Qiulan simply did not give Xiao Yu a chance to speak. He smashed it, and poured a pot of dirty water onto Xiao Yu’s body.

"You don't want to smother, I never thought about harming me."

"Let the small hall open." Qiu Lan ignored Xiao Yu, and reached out to grab Nangong Mo from Xiao Yu's arms.

Nangong Mo is not easy to see Xiao Yu, which will loose Xiao Yu? He clung to Xiao Yu’s neck tightly, and Qiu Lan worked hard, so he went to the South Palace.

He "wow" and cried.

"Xiao Wei, you still don't let go of the small hall. Do you want to intentionally hurt the small hall and give it to me?"

Qiu Lan looked at Xiao Yan with anger and continued to force Nangong ink.

Xiao Yu is speechless to Qiulan. I still remember that when I first met Qiulan, this woman was very calm and her mood was not directly expressed.

Now, this woman is very impetuous, her face is ugly, and it is very vicious to say it.

Xiao Yu knows that if he continues this way, the only injury will be Nangong Mo.

Suddenly she opened Qiu Lan with one hand and seized the poisonous claws of Nangong Mo's body. She gave her a handless heart and gave it to Qiulan. She flew her out for several meters.

Qiulan fell to the ground, spit out a blood in his mouth, and looked sad and angry at Xiao Yu, said with difficulty.

"Xiao Yu... Don't... don't hurt the small hall, I beg you... don't hurt him."

Xiao Yu heard the words, almost laughed, who is hurting Nangong ink? Qiu Lan just had a vicious face, and now suddenly became a victim?

After hearing the sound of a deep and shallow footsteps, Xiao Yu was stunned. It turned out that the expression of this victim of Qiulan was done to Nangong.

When Nangong was just down, he saw such a scene. He swept the autumn orchid on the ground and looked at Xiaoyan with a slight brow.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Nangong湚 did not ask Qiulan, but asked Xiao Yu, the moon-like black scorpion looked at Nan Gongmo in her arms, and he hugged Xiao Yu’s neck tightly, as if he was afraid that others would take him away. Lost the embrace of Xiao Yu.

Nangong squinted at the eyebrows, and the bottom of the brilliance flashed a dark color, and the eyes flickered and looked as usual.

Xiao Yan shrugged: "It's what you see."

What does she want to explain? no need.

The sound of Nangong ink’s tenderness suddenly sounded.