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"Mommy, actually, what we eat and play is not important. Xiao Xian only needs Mommy to come back."

Xiao Xian hugged Mummy tightly. Although she was still young, he could feel Mummy's uneasiness.

"Mommy promises you, Mommy will come back."

Zi Yan hugged her son, feeling reluctant to part with him. Xiao Xian was only four years old, but he was so sensible that it made her heart ache.

It was she who was not good enough. It was she who had implicated her son.

"Mommy, please wait for the filial piety, Mommy will bring the filial piety to go on a mission together, okay? My grandfather said I had a great time with throwing knives. "

Xiao Xian raised his head in Zi Yan's arms.

"Son, do you know what Mommy is going to do?"

Zi Yan was astonished, she did not know what Xiao Xian was usually doing, but from his son's words, it seemed like Wakwa was training him.

"Filial piety knows that there are many bad people in this world. Mommy wants to kill those bad people. Only when the bad people die will you be happy."

As she looked at her son's gaze which was like the A.I. Chip did not understand, Zi Yan's tears began to flow.

All these years she had told herself not to cry.

She told herself that tears meant weakness and that she no longer needed them.

But at this moment, looking at her son's bright black eyes, she cried.

She felt like the most irresponsible mommy in the world.

She even felt that she was not as good as the mother who had mistreated her. She had made her son's innocent world change color.

Although she couldn't let go, Zi Yan still set off.

She had no education, no experience, and it was hard to find a job to raise a son.

Assassins, on the other hand, not only had a high reward, they also had more time to accompany their son.

The mission was very simple. This was the inauguration ceremony for a country's president. Although she had the army and plainclothes, the one she wanted to shoot was not the president, but the vice president.

Zi Yan mixing in with the crowd was a little difficult for her.

For the first time, he was a bit nervous, and it was too ostentatious to use a gun.

After coming here, she had considered using poison and a sword.

It was similar to the armband arrows of ancient times.

Just like how her son said his throwing knives were very powerful, Zi Yan was good at cold weapons.

Perhaps it was because these cold weapons gave her a better sense of security.

For example, modern pistols needed bullets, so they were not completely reliable.

The Vice President was standing to the left of the President, not in a very good position, but he would speak after the President's speech.

She looked at the podium.

Nothing around her was in her world.

No matter how loud it was, all she could hear was a person's heartbeat.

No matter how far, she could only see her target.

Zi Yan stood there for twenty minutes, and when her target appeared at the podium.

Her hand lifted slowly by her hair.

Her eyes were on the heart of the target.

There was no hesitation.

But before she could move, her son's small face flashed in her mind.

Pressing his hand on the mechanism, a poisonous arrow flew out.

For the sake of safety, she chose Consecutive.

He fired three arrows consecutively. The first one was blocked, while the second and the third hit their targets respectively.

Although she had killed an extra person, Zi Yan did not feel much guilt in her heart.

Because in the distance, there was no blood. Zi Yan was also very calm, she didn't tremble like when Gao Jianfeng had killed her.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, Zi Yan calmly left.

She did not need to check to see if her target was dead. That was the greatest poison.

In the past few years of training, she had been playing with poison. As long as she hit the target, she was very confident that no one would be able to escape Hades' summon.

Back to the hotel, check out, to the airport, everything was perfect.

Back in London, Waxillium placed the newspaper in front of her.

"Reiya, you are indeed a natural born hunter. You did it cleanly and neatly. I was not wrong about you."

Between them, they never used the word 'killer', but rather 'hunter'.

"It's good that you don't have any hope."

Zi Yan was very cold, she knew that she had embarked on a road of no return.

This murder was even easier. It made her less nervous and uneasy.

It also made her understand the insignificance of life.

"Mommy, I missed you so much."

After learning of his mother's return, Gao Jianfei led her to Wukua's study.

"Mommy misses you too."

Zi Yan picked up her son and kissed him.

"Yan'er, congratulations, you are very outstanding."

Gao Jianfeng also gave Zi Yan a hug. Although this was his first time on a mission, he couldn't help but admit that Zi Yan was an outstanding cat girl.

"Thank you."

"Mommy, look, this is the throwing knife that grandpa gave me."

Like a treasure, Xiao Xian took out a small leather bag.

This leather bag was like a small wallet, but when Xiao Xian opened it, the inside was filled with shining throwing knives.

Looking at the edges of the blades, this was not an ordinary throwing knife, but a unique modified throwing knife.

"This one is very suitable for filial piety. Give it to him for self-defense."

Wakwa said in a camouflaged manner.

"Mommy, let me show you."

As Xiao Xian spoke, he skillfully took out his throwing knives. Three flying knives flew toward the world-famous painting behind Wakwa.

Zi Yan was dumbstruck as she looked at the flying dagger embedded in the oil painting.

That was Van Gogh's painting, and she had no money to pay for it.

"My filial piety, not bad. In the future, if your mommy sends a mission, maybe you can become a little helper."

Wakwa smiled, as if he didn't care much about the painting.

What he cared about was the martial arts of filial piety, which he had specially asked a master of Chinese martial arts to teach him.

"Godfather, how much is this painting worth?"

Zi Yan asked with a trembling voice.

"Oh, it's just a painting. It doesn't matter, I'll find someone to repair it. As for the cost, you can pay it in instalments."

Wakwa laughed happily.

He also had to thank Xiao Xian, this painting gave him a reason to let Ziyan continue her mission.

Although she used to live in the castle, but this time, if she were to take on a mission, it would be equivalent to paying her salary. Zi Yan also proposed to move out of the castle.

No one lived here in the first place.

On this day, Zi Yan brought her son out to celebrate.

She wanted to find her own house and find a son to live as a normal child.

He wanted his son to go to school, no matter what. His son had to stay away from that circle.

Although Gao Jianfeng really wanted to join them, the proposal they had made a while ago had left a lingering fear in the hearts of the two.

One did not invite them, and none of them took the initiative to say that everything was off track.

"Mommy, why are we leaving the castle?"

In the restaurant, filial piety asked Zi Yan.

"Xiao Xian, that is not our home. That is grandpa's home."

Zi Yan knew that she couldn't explain too much to her son, so she could only try her best to follow the pattern that he understood.

"Mommy, where is our home?"

His son's words made Zi Yan silent.

Yes, where was their home? Where would their home belong to?

"Xiao Xian, Mommy will make more money and buy a house of our own so we can have a home."

After thinking for a long time, Zi Yan could only promise her son.

"Mommy, you're so stupid. I know where our home is."

Xiao Xian looked at Zi Yan and smiled playfully.

Zi Yan's heart trembled, could it be that her son found out about Zhuo WeiTing's matter?

Could it be that he knew who his father was and was looking for him?

"Here, Mommy, our home is in our hearts."

Xiao Xian pointed to his own chest.

This was the innocence of a child. Even though his childhood was different from others, he could not erase the innocence of a child.

"Yes, our home is here, son. Do you blame Mommy?"

Zi Yan said excitedly.

With such a son, she felt very happy. At the very least, she felt happier than many people in this world.

Xiao Xian shook his head, picked up a meat ball and placed it in the purple flame bowl.

"Mommy, I know that daddy is not good, so my filial piety will be very good, and I will be filial to Mommy."

Her son stood on the chair, his small hands caressing the corners of her eyes.

The grown-up son made her heart ache. She was glad for her decision, but she could not help but think of that man again.

"Son, Mommy is very happy with you."

Zi Yan held her son in her arms. She had never experienced motherly love, and never knew how to take care of her son.

"Filial piety is blessed to have Mommy. Mommy, if you miss Daddy, let's go look for Daddy."

Xiao Xian looked at Zi Yan.

Zi Yan hadn't forgotten her promise to her son, but now that she was a child, she was afraid that he wouldn't understand.

"Mommy, you're enough. Son, let's eat."

Zi Yan evaded.

She wanted to think about how to tell her son.

After dinner, mother and son did not stay outside.

After returning home, Zi Yan helped her son bathe, tell him stories, and sleep.

Although the current house was small, it was very comfortable.

Returning to her room, Zi Yan turned on her computer, as she had no choice but to pay attention to Zhuo Wei Ting's matters.

She wanted to know if he had a child. She wanted to consider whether she should give him a son.

She had not forgotten his conjecture years ago.

Many things were still a knot in her heart.

Why did Komin want to kill her?

The night before the incident, she had clearly heard their obscenities.

Before that, they all lived in the same room, brother and sister, Zi Yan still couldn't believe it.

In the past few years, she had gathered almost all the information she could on Zhuo Weiting.

Since Komin had pointed him out, it was very possible.

Because he didn't want to be filial, he didn't want to have children ever since he first told her that he was pregnant.

She really believed that it was Zhuo Weiting who had ordered Komin to kill her child.

Perhaps killing him was an accident, but the idea of him killing Xiao Xian wasn't something that could happen in a day or two.

Should she give him the baby?

Looking at everything that had happened to him all these years, Zi Yan could not suppress the pain in her heart.

Once, he was the person that she thought was the best in the world to her.

Once, she had thought that she could be very happy in this life.

However, the truth proved that it was all wishful thinking on her part. It was all because she was too naive.

Should he tell this to San-er?

Was he going to tell him that the father he was talking about was going to kill him before he was even born?

No, filial piety is still small, he shouldn't carry such things.

Suddenly, Zi Yan saw the latest news, and could be said to be the focus of attention.

Not only the Chinese version was available, but even the English version was available abroad.

"Oh my god, did you see wrongly?"

Zi Yan looked at the scene in astonishment. There was another person related to Zhuo WeiTing, Song Laidi.

She actually sold herself to earn money? Could it be that Zhuo WeiTing was still that petty?

Although what the newspaper said might not be true, she believed Zi Yan.

Because she didn't have any money when she was Mrs. Zhuo, she had to steal it from his wallet.

She was even caught by the police for the five thousand dollars.

Although there were many items in the report, but to abuse his wife and not give her pocket money, these two Zi Yan really believed him.

As for Song Laidi selling herself on the internet and recruiting male prostitutes, she believed that too.

But when she looked back and forth, all the reports seemed real to her.

It seemed that he would never learn to trust others.

Fortunately, all these years, he didn't have a second child.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but have some thoughts in her mind.

Should she have brought her son with her?

Should she ruthlessly humiliate her and recover her innocence?

From the time he was suspected of 'stealing people' until now, the news about Song Laidi had appeared in the newspaper two days ago.

He was carrying a man and selling his body. He didn't know what the others were thinking, but he believed them anyway.

He was getting worse and worse, and he was becoming more and more cold-blooded.

Should Xiao Xian know about such a man?