Kuai Chuan: Crazy batch of female supporting roles, she is collapsing again

Chapter 60: Lord Mozun, Please Stay Away (5)

"mother……"

The black widow sighed and stroked her son's forehead, looking into the distance.

"Hey, go to sleep." She urged Mo Qi to rest.

"Moqi, drink some rice porridge to fill your stomach."

"Mother drink."

"Mother has drunk it, there is still in the kitchen, you drink it quickly, I will wash the dishes after drinking."

After Mo Qi drank a big bowl of porridge, he felt drowsy and soon fell asleep.

The black widow looked at Mo Qi for a long time before getting up and leaving reluctantly.

She added ingredients to that bowl of porridge, so she can wake up at least tomorrow night.

Path, under the tree.

"Wait a moment."

Ling Ling walked out, grabbed the arm of the black widow, and blocked the way of the black widow.

"What do you mean by that?"

Lingzhu stopped her, shaking her head to persuade the other party, there was no way to go, if she went out, she might end up in a dead end.

"Are you leaving him?"

"Give it up, do you think I want to get rid of it? I can't wait to see him grow up, marry a wife and have children, but I can't."

"There must be someone to die, he is still young, he can't die. I have lived half my life, half of my legs stepped into the loess, if I have to choose one, then I am the right person, his journey has just begun."

She said dejectedly, and made a choice for Mo Qi.

In the dark night, the moonlight shone on her delicate face, and the atmosphere seemed a little bleak.

"this is for you."

"Clang clang clang..."

In desperation, Lingzhu handed the man a blue bell, and the bell made a crisp sound.

"This bell is worn close to the body. After wearing it, you will not feel any sensation and will not feel pain."

"Who are you, and why did you appear in the Witch Clan."

"I'm here for your son, I won't hurt him, I have a bond with him."

The black widow looked at Lingling dubiously, and was skeptical of Lingling's words.

"Why do you help us over and over again?"

The black widow pinched the bell and questioned Ling Zhu. She had been in the village for so long, and it was too late for others to hide when they saw them. Only this person came up to give them food and clothing.

"If you help, you will help. There is no reason. There must be a reason, and the last sentence is because of your son."

The corners of Lingzhi's mouth turned up, evoking a wry smile, which puzzled the black widow.

"I don't understand, forget it, people who are about to die have nothing to think about."

"What else do you want to say, leave without me."

In the script, this woman died a miserable death. She was tortured during her lifetime and burned after her death, leaving nothing behind.

"Help me take care of Mo Qi." She hesitated for a moment, with a frowning face, and said slowly.

If possible, she would like to take care of herself, but unfortunately, there is no if.

"If Mo Qi is still alive, please say sorry to him for me. I shouldn't have brought him into this world without his permission, and let him suffer all this."

"His father... don't mention it, he is dead." She sighed and smiled wryly, "My whole life is just a joke."

"Yeah." Lingling nodded, turned around and left. They turned back to each other and walked in different paths.

This woman is the bottom line that Mo Qi cannot touch.

……

The next day.

When Mo Qi woke up, it was already dusk. He searched the house barefoot, and the more he searched, the more frustrated and sad he became.

"Mother..."

"Mother...I want mother..."

Barefoot, he ran out of the house regardless of the stone on the ground.

At this time, Ling Ling, who was sleeping on the roof, woke up.

She caught a glimpse of Mo Qi running out, jumped down, and followed Mo Qi closely.

It's okay to let him see what his mother looked like before she died. After all, cause and effect have a definite number, and he will become cruel in the future.

sacrificial altar.

Mo Qi's mother was burned by the fire, and she was tied up all over. The people around were cheering and celebrating, but not many people were mourning for that person.

"Mother...I want mother..."

Mo Qi rushed forward desperately, trying to rescue the people inside the fire, but unfortunately her strength was too weak, before he could rush up, he was dragged by the guards next to him and thrown out.

"I want a mother..."

"Let me go..." With no cultivation base at all, he bit the man's hand, trying to cross over to save his mother.

In the eyes of those people, he is like an ant, unable to cause any big storms.

"This wild child is really desperate. The fire is so fierce, and he is not afraid of dying in it."

"Stop him, dissatisfied with letting him destroy the ceremony."

A man with white hair stretched out his trembling hand, pointed at Moqi and yelled at him.

"Elder, don't worry, no one can destroy the sacrifice."

Mo Qi watched his mother being engulfed by the fire, nothing was left behind, including clothes and body, he was distraught, crying loudly, no one around took care of Mo Qi, the crying of the child accompanied by the fire became more and more big.

Drums, gongs overwhelm these, no one wants to feel guilty for a person's death.

"I want mother..."

An hour later.

The immature boy couldn't cry anymore, his voice was hoarse from crying, his eyes were red, his face was full of tears, his clothes were full of dust, and there were shoe prints, no one cared about him.

The black widow left forever amidst their abuse and slander.

The people in the village drank and had fun, feasting on fish and meat, laughing, making noise, dancing, and enthusiastically celebrated that they had escaped from the sea of ​​bitterness and bad luck.

There was no one on the stage, and Mo Qi got his wish and climbed up.

He came to the fire and knelt on the ground, trying to find the trace of his mother, but unfortunately, there was nothing but ashes on it.

"This is……"

He saw a blue bell, and while others were not paying attention, he secretly hid the bell in his arms, but the bell did not ring.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Lingzhu placed an empty jar behind the young boy, then backed away, watching all this in the dark.

Mo Qi used an empty jar to put his mother's ashes into it bit by bit, very quickly and carefully, he was afraid that the sudden wind would blow his mother away.

"Elder, this kid is stealing..."

When Mo Qi was picked up, he hugged the jar tightly in his arms, afraid that he might not break it.

"Forget it, let him take it away. The left and right are also Buxiang's things." The elder took a look at the pitiful child, and finally let him live. Catastrophic disaster.

"Mother, Mo Qi will take you home..."

He held the jar and turned his head. Before the young Moqi left, he stared at the faces of each of them with eyes full of hatred, deeply engraving their appearance in his mind, and clenched his fists .

on the way back.

Mo Qi's tears couldn't stop falling again, his voice was choked and hoarse, and he couldn't hear what he said very clearly.

His feet were worn away by the stones on the road, and he stumbled when he walked. He didn't see anyone on the road, and they all went to the ceremony.

Lingzhu came out from the dark, came to the front of the little boy, she grabbed the boy's arm.

"Stop, if you continue walking, your foot will be useless."

(End of this chapter)