Chapter 745

In the outer hall, Jun Yichen looks at the person on the seat and says, "Mo, your face is not very good. I'll call the imperial doctor to cure you."

Gu Mian ink opens lips light way: "I'm ok."

"Xuanji temple is a noisy affair. The whole demon Temple knows something about it. Just now the elder asked. I don't know how to speak." You're so pale.

This matter, involving the demon, is really hard to explain.

"I will explain this to the elder." His voice, indifferent and calm, then said, "ah Chen, you send some divine envoys to Yingzhou Mohism, and temporarily blockade Mohism!"

He worried that Mohism would be involved in this matter.

After all, Mohism is only a first-class family. If the Chu family becomes angry and angry, Mohism can't cope with it.

"Good." Jun Yichen knows what he means.

Pop——

At this time, the inner hall door was pushed open.

"Song?"

"Gu Mian Mo!" Mo Qingge finger bone tight curl up, cold voice way, "you this is going to take my family to open a knife to vent hatred?"

Why did he directly order the blockade of Mohism?

"Song, I won't hurt you." Gu Yinmo's tone is calm, "but it's the Chu family you have always trusted. This time, they didn't succeed in assassinating me, and their vitality was greatly damaged. The Chu family leader didn't dare to come to the demon temple to attack, but he can take the Mohist family first..."

"Don't say any more!" Mo Qingge interrupted him, "Gu Mian Mo, if you are fair and brutal, maybe I can still look up to you, and you, obviously your hands are covered with blood, but you still have to say such high sounding words to disgust me!"

"Queen demon, you misunderstood." Jun Yichen explained, "he's trying to protect Mohist school. Why are you so single minded?"

Mo Qingge couldn't hear a word: "if you want to move Mohist, you'd better kill me first!"

The color of Gu Mian's ink eyes twinkled slightly, turned into a remnant shadow, and flashed to Mo Qingge.

Mo Qingge subconsciously retreated half a step, but he gently grasped the arm.

"You..."

Then, along with the situation, he pulled over and bumped his head against his chest. His heart beat could be heard vaguely.

The distance between them is solid and solemn.

"It seems that Ge'er misunderstood me deeply." He looked down at the person in his arms, with a mild tone, "but Ge'er doesn't have any affection for me, otherwise, he won't even be careful to poison me, will he?"

"Oh." Mo Qingge sneered, "Gu mianmo, I'm sorry. I should have poisoned you if I knew that. I'm too stupid to show compassion for you! Well... "

Suddenly, his ice lip overburdened, overwhelming enthusiasm, from lips to the bottom of my heart.

Jun Yi Chen is stunned, covers his eyes in a hurry, pretends to see nothing and goes out.

"Well, let go..."

Mo Qingge is disgusted and struggles, but he kisses her more tightly.

Gentle and indifferent, mixed interaction.

She was so angry that she bit Gu Mian's lips. The taste of sweetness and fishiness came out of her lips.

Gu Mian Mo slowly released his lips, and the red blood flowed down the corner of his lips, slightly enchanting.

"Our once, song son really don't remember at all?" His voice, with a sense of loss, "even Mu Mu, you have no impression?"

Wood wood

Hearing these two words, Mo Qingge's pupil shrinks, and a series of fragmentary pictures suddenly appear in his mind.

Mu Mu... Who is mu mu?

At this time, Jun Yichen brings Gu Mumu in and whispers: "Mumu, your mother has come back."

Four eyes are opposite, looking at the little milk ball standing in the same place, Mo Qingge doesn't have any impression, but his heart pricks.

Who is he?

"Mother, you are back at last!" Gu Mumu ran over happily and hugged Mo Qingge, "Mumu has been waiting for you for a long time. Dad didn't cheat me. You finally came back!"

"Mother?"

Mo Qingge was stunned. He repeated these two words, and his mind suddenly became a mess.

When did she have a son?

Countless bloody fragments, across the mind, Mo Qingge shook his head, a mess in his mind.

"You, who are you, who are you?"

Gu Mu bit his little mouth and said wrongly, "I'm Mu Mu. Mother, don't you want mu mu?"

Having said that, he approached the past.

"Ah..."

I don't know why, he comes near, Mo Qingge seems to be stimulated, subconsciously back two steps.

Mood, almost out of control: "no, you don't come, you don't come."

Her brain was blank, and she had a splitting headache, as if she would collapse as soon as the little ball got close to half a step.

"Song."

Aware of something wrong, Gu Mo hugged her and realized that her whole body was shaking: "don't be afraid, Ge Er. He is mu mu, our child."

"No, don't come here, don't come here!"

Mo Qingge's eyes are wide open, his mood is completely out of control, trying to dodge, and the memory fragments in his mind are completely confused.

"Ah..."

Finally, she vomited blood at her mouth, her consciousness suddenly broke, her eyes turned black, and she fell directly into Gu Mian's arms.

"Song, song?"

Gu Mian Mo felt her pulse, felt a mess, and immediately felt confused.

How can it be like this? Why does Ge'er not only have no impression of Mu Mu, but also seem to be stimulated?

"Mother." Gu Mumu stood in the same place, his face turned pale, scared tears fell down, "Dad, mom, what's wrong with her, is she angry with mu mu, so don't you want mu mu?"

Gu Mo hugged her and calmed down a lot: "of course not. My mother is just sick. Now she is still a little confused. She can't see people. She doesn't want to be wooden."

"Ah?" Hear here, Gu Mu Mu more anxious, "mother, what's wrong with her?"

"It doesn't matter. Mumu is good. These days, I'll stay in the side hall. As long as Mumu is obedient and has a good meal, my mother will get better soon."

Otherwise, in the present situation, if let Ge Er see Mu Mu again, it will be a great stimulation for both of them!

They'd better not meet for a while.

"Good." Gu Mu nodded, "Mu Mu will be obedient, no longer naughty."

As long as his mother can live in peace, he wants nothing.

"Ah Chen, take Mu Mu to the side hall first."

"Good."

After the exhortation, Gu mianmo embraces the person in his arms, turns around and enters the inner hall, brushes his sleeve and closes the door.

Then, he settled her on the bed and began to heal her.

Mo Qingge was lying on the couch with her eyelashes moving and her forehead sweating. Her face was as white as paper.

Even if she was in a coma, she could not be safe for a moment, like falling into a painful nightmare, unable to extricate herself.