Su Qian looked at the little monk's bright, eager and admiring, anxious and cautious eyes, with a dull expression on his face.
Hey, kid, I am really not your mother.
Don’t think that you are Tang Monk Meat.
I am so soft-hearted and let you call me mother.
This is impossible, absolutely impossible, not even possible.
So, am I going to stage a stunt where I love you again after a thousand years?
What the hell kind of trap is this?
If she had known that there would be such a situation where people were killed without paying for their lives, she would have smashed Shan Lingzhou's little watch to death in advance despite the pressure of fighting with Tiandao.
It's okay now.
It doesn't matter that Shan Lingzhou is not dead.
It's crazy that he has such a big son.
God knows, you have it on your mind, right?
It's been thousands of years.
That unborn child has been reincarnated for so many times.
How can I meet you now and make up for the plot?
There is a woman with exactly the same crescent moon in her palm, she is the little monk’s wife I can find 12,800 of them every minute, which means that they may all be the young monk’s wives.
So how many cuckolds did Shan Lingzhou shamelessly cuckold Shang Qi to make the little monk think that anyone with a little crescent moon on the palm is his mother?
Shan Lingzhou looked aggrieved: No, I didn’t cuckold, well, just, just, just once.
Su Qian's cold smile: You killed someone in one go, how many more times do you want to do it?
Shan Lingzhou Well, it was his fault, so he tried his best to make up for it.
Su Qian sneered: Haha, who cares?
So, who is the little monk’s master?
Come out and let's discuss life Where are you going to get it done?
Any woman with exactly the same crescent moon on her palm is the young monk's wife.
Have you ever thought this through?
I didn’t know there was such a thing as tattoos in this world.
Even if you get one, you’re still a little monk.
But the little monk really believed it, but what's even more tragic is that Shang Qi is really the little monk's mother.
Is there anything more speechless and messy than this?
If it was Shang Qi who was here, then Shang Qi must be extremely happy.
But it’s her Su Qian who is here.
You let a scum like her rejoice in the sudden appearance of a cheap son.
Why don’t you let her fight with Tiandao?
It will be more satisfying to kill an entire city.
So, how to fix "Mother, mother, kiss me, can I call you this?"
The little monk looked at the female ghost cultivator in front of him who suddenly had a cold face.
He felt a little panicked.
He didn't know what he was panicking about.
He was just panicking.
He grabbed Suqian's hand tightly, his face was a little pale, and his big eyes were moist.
The fear and panic are clearly visible.
Does mother hate him because he was disobedient just now?
But, but Yin Mian was a little dazed, looking at the big and small children that suddenly turned into mother and son, and his mind was confused, no, what is this situation, why did his mother even call him?
Where did this cheap son come from?
Why do you call me mother when you meet someone?
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You are so in need of mother.
Okay, okay, I was born to be a ghost, and I have never seen what my mother is, so I don’t admit that I am jealous and missing my mother, okay?
But this damn woman has a son, how can he deal with it?
"Ah Qi, he is really your son" Yin Mian felt aggrieved and sad, and actually showed the same expression as the little monk.
The two of them were like Erha of the same size, begging their master to touch and love them.
Su Qian was angry and glared, why is this girl causing trouble?
She doesn't think she has enough trouble.
"I want to recognize this king as my mother" Suddenly, Su Qian smiled leisurely, and there was an indescribable coolness and lightness in that smile.
Silver Face frowned, he didn't like her smiling like this, he would rather she didn't smile than smile like this.
Such a smile makes people feel scared, as if it disappears when the wind blows, and they can't be caught no matter what.
This was not the first time he had felt this feeling, as if he could not catch her no matter how hard he tried, it was heart-stopping.
But when the little monk saw her smile like this, his heart ached instinctively.
He didn't know why, but he just knew that his mother didn't like him.
But, she once went through hell and sea of swords and fire for herself, so why doesn’t she want him now?
Was it because he showed up too late and disappointed her?
The little monk said naa, "Yes, I'm sorry, it's my fault.
I should have appeared earlier and let my mother find it.
It's my fault that made my mother sad.
My mother can punish me however she wants.
But, can you?"
, can you, don’t, don’t want me?”
The little monk was about to cry.
Su Qian raised her lips and reached out to touch the little monk's head, "I really want to recognize this king as my mother."
"Um" The little monk nodded with certainty, and the light in his eyes was so bright that it could dispel the darkness.
"Okay, I recognize you."
Su Qian agreed, but Yin Mian frowned, feeling that it wouldn't be that simple.
Unexpectedly, her next sentence confirmed his suspicion.
"Kill him, and I will recognize you."
A sparse and ordinary sentence, a simple eight words, made the little monk feel like he was struck by lightning.
His eyes widened and whitened, his pink and tender face was now as pale as snow, and his bright eyes were replaced by shock: "Mother, Mother" "Shhh" Suqian put her hand to his lips, smiling gently and kindly, but it made Yinmian and the little monk feel cold.
The coldness was really cold to the bones, and the frozen bones were creaking and hurting.
"Don't call me mother.
You haven't agreed to my request.
How can you call me mother in advance?
You must agree to my request and be a good baby before you can call me mother."
The little monk's lips trembled.
He looked at his expressionless face and his eyes filled with silence.
Then he looked back at Shan Lingzhou, who was looking forward to them full of stubbornness and hope.
For a moment, he had a splitting headache and was full of energy. , there are faint signs of going crazy.
The expression on Yin's face changed slightly.
The little monk was probably unable to bear the blow he received at this time.
If this continues, the little monk might be destroyed.
His eyes were dark and undulating as he looked at the beautiful woman with a smile.
For the first time, he knew that this woman's heart was so cold and heartless.
But.
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But he felt a little distressed.
What kind of things have gone through to make this woman, who should be full of happiness, treat the world, every person, every object, every plant and tree in this world with such an attitude and the greatest malice, like this?
Things could make her alienate her relatives at any time and drag her into hell.
So, she didn't want it.
No longer needed.
In her smiling eyes, there was no breath of living things in them.
It seemed that the world was so big and so colorful, but in her eyes they were all the same color. aa2705221: