C11

Mo Huang looked at the chicken leg and didn't do anything for a long time.

In the darkness, Ink Yan used her sharp eyes to look at Mohuang Shi who was swallowing her saliva with great difficulty. She used one hand to press on her lower abdomen, and with extreme desire in her eyes, she slowly pushed the paper bag back in front of Ink Yan.

"Daughter, you are young and you need to grow up. Mother is not hungry again. "

She held up the chicken leg and said, "I'm not really hungry, how about we feed it to the dogs?"

"How can that be?"

In an instant, Mo Huang almost snatched the food away as she quickly ate the chicken leg. Eating it was comparable to robbing a wild dog by the side of the road. After she finished eating, her blood sugar slightly returned to her normal self. She let out a cry of regret, tightly grabbed onto her hands, and touched the scar left behind by the small tree branch, her tears falling like rain.

Sob, sob, daughter, mother is not a good mother." I've always caused you to suffer.

"Earlier, you told me that you were afraid that the Heavenly Wolf would live a life worse than death for a slave. Beg me to kill you. But my heart softened. Watching you being ordered around for days. His food and clothes were much worse than before. From time to time I had to help with my work and go hungry and freezing with me. We are no longer rich, and we even hope to eat meat. "

"Heavens!"

After saying that, Mo Huang couldn't help but hug her and start sobbing.

"How could I believe the lie of you trying to feed the dog the chicken leg you've worked so hard for!"

At that time, Ink Yan instinctively grabbed everything around her that she could use to retaliate. Yet both the woman's tears and her tight embrace told her that the weeping woman in front of her now felt she owed her. She couldn't bear to see her humble self in the service of others, unable to bear to see her toil so hard yet unable to fill her stomach.

Is this maternal love? This is the most heartfelt feeling I've ever felt as a Chinese secret service agent?

Ink Yan dropped her weapon and hugged Mo Huang, feeling the weak yet comfortable warmth in her hands. Her intuition told her that there was a layer of crystal in her eye sockets and her shadow could not see it clearly.

"Mother ~"

Mo Yan shouted in a low voice and gently shook off Mo Huang's hand. She had never felt so guilty and sad before. It was because this woman who cared for him was not his real mother.

Unbeknownst to them, the Ink King used his greater strength to grab both of his daughter's hands and led her to the water vat, scooping up the water and using the faint starlight to wash the wounds on her body. Then, he tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his skirt and wrapped it in layers of bandages, forming a very beautiful bow.

"Alright. "Daughter, do you think it's good?"

Mo Huang's family must have practiced bandaging the soldiers' wounds. The style was extremely neat and beautiful. Even the butterfly knot on the back of her hand felt like it was possessed by a butterfly spirit. It seemed that just by blinking its eyes, it would flap its wings and fly away.

The Ink Mist was more than satisfied. She was so happy that it felt like her heart was filled with butterflies, a colorful brilliance.

"It's really good!"

"Mom, you bandaged it so well that it made me want to get hurt every day!"

For the first time in days, Mo Huang revealed a smile. He was laughing so hard that tears almost rolled out of his eyes. Half of it was because of her silly words, while the other half came from her own deep worry.

"Silly girl!" You are already the Crown Prince's maid. How can you do heavy work in the future? I'm afraid that after the Heavenly Wolf arrives, we will be separated completely. "

"Just that." After she finished speaking, her happy expression disappeared. She touched her head and said in a depressed tone, "But at that time, I'm afraid you won't be able to find a bandage even if you wanted to."

Silence reigned between the two sides. The air was so still that it was hard to breathe. The interaction between the mother and daughter seemed extremely normal, but it was like a countdown bomb. If it wasn't the pain of death, then it was the tragedy of both sides dying together.

Ink Yan could not imagine the arrival of that day. When they separated at the entrance of the Sky Wolf Palace, she should have told this pitiful woman that her daughter had already died long before she left. Right now, her name was AH49 and her real identity was a special agent of Huaxia. After finding the Sun and Moon Lock, we will try to return to Huaxia. Or was she making up a lie to tell Mo Huang that she would stubbornly follow the crown prince and live on? So she had to take care of herself?

Ink Yan struggled deeply between the two choices. Desire and decisiveness were like spears and shields that attacked each other. They attacked each other back and forth, but there was nothing to be said. She was not the real Ink Yan, and she did not know the real Ink King clan. She had no idea what they would do in the end.

But perhaps it was for this uncertainty that he kept the warmth in his heart that he had never felt before. "Ink Yan suddenly made a big decision and asked the Mo family." Mother, if. I mean, if I die one day for some reason, would you forget me? "

Unexpectedly, it was exactly the kind of test that Ink Yan thought was extremely difficult. The moment it landed in Ink Huang's ears, she answered without the slightest hesitation. Daughter, don't say something like death. Your mother has almost lost you forever. If you really die one day, then I would have no meaning in this world! "