Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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When we came to that room full of flowers again, it was already an hour later.

There were only four Mo brothers and sisters in the room, as well as the Mo master and the Mo master.

"Doesn't your physical condition really matter?"

They also repeatedly asked questions, afraid of making mistakes. After all, in their eyes, I was not only Murphy's roommate, but also Queen Queen.

"It's all right, I can try it out, but whether or not to wake up is another matter."

I hope to be able to touch the memory of the soul with the help of the retroactive person, and indirectly awaken this sleeping soul.

They all nodded, then retreated quietly.

In the last room, only me, and that beautiful woman lying on the bed.

Even though she had fallen asleep for twenty years, her age left marks on her husband's face, but she forgot about this woman who had fallen asleep.

She is still so young, her skin is still full and shiny, all these signs indicate that she is still alive.

Ding Ruoshui.

This is the real name of Mrs. Mo. I have to say that Mrs. Mo and the owner of the Mo family are really Lang Cais, and they are born to each other.

If she was not in a coma, but appeared lively in every corner of the house, she might be able to change the status quo of the Mo people.

After all, a family with a hostess and a mother is not the same as it is now.

I don't want to be treated anymore. I calm down a bit, sit next to the bed, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

After a while, I said softly to Mrs Mo: "Offended, Aunt Ding."

The hand wearing the ruby ​​bracelet rested lightly on her shoulder, and I narrowed my eyes slowly.

After a while, a force slammed into my head, and after a familiar spin, I opened my eyes again.

Seeing the blue sky in front of me, white clouds are floating on it, like sweet marshmallows, forming various shapes with the wind.

In the familiar courtyard, a young woman is sitting side by side on a wooden bench with a book in her hand, and beside him is a boy who looks seven or eight years old, and is lying on the table reading intently.

The black hair was so soft that it fluttered with the wind.

The girl sitting next to him looked slightly smaller, with a serious expression, with his hands on his cheeks, and looked at the same book as the boy.

There was also a girl, who was the youngest of the three, with a pacifier in her mouth, and a pair of big eyes that were shiny and shiny, like Qin Shui.

Her hair was a little curly, she dangled on her small head, walked a little staggered, and she didn't look very skilled.

She suddenly hugged the woman's leg, trying to climb up, and a pair of gentle hands lifted her up and put it on her leg.

"Qinqin, you're naughty again."

Yes, I successfully entered the memory of Madam Mo. This young woman is the master of the Mo family, Ding Ruoshui.

Her face used to look a lot fuller than she is now. Looking at her plump figure and the age of the three brothers and sisters of Mojia, it should be the time when Murray was born.

It was also the eve of her journey to the battlefield.

At this moment, all the beautiful sights in front of us are actually the tranquility before the storm, just like those fascinating TV series.

No matter how sweet the plot is in the prelude, the follow-up must be very abusive.

A person's life is fair, and it will not always be smooth and unsettled. A life with ups and downs is normal. But the ups and downs are too cruel for this family.

From the perspective of a bystander, I still cannot intervene in this memory, I can only play her again like watching an image.

Suddenly, a baby's cry came out of the room, breaking the tranquility in the yard.

"Mom, my little girl is crying again."

Xiao Moyuan opened his mouth milky, frowned, and jumped off the chair. He wanted to go back to the room to see his little sister, but was stopped by Mrs. Mo.

"Obuchi, I'll just go. You stay here to look after the two younger sisters."

Little Murder's cry was heartbreaking, and it seemed most likely starving.

Mrs. Mo put down her book and the little Moqin on her leg and walked towards the room. The picture continued to advance as she moved.

As the scene turns, Murray's chubby little hand is holding a ball of white snow, her mouth is constantly squirming, her eyes are closed, her milk is sucking, and Mrs Mo stares lovingly at the little guy in her arms.

The quiet and beautiful scene was broken by a quiet knock on the door.

"Wife, it's me."

This voice belongs to the Mohist.

Twenty years have passed, and his voice has not changed. I saw the door was pushed open, a young and handsome man came in, saw that his beloved wife was breastfeeding, and the original serious light in his eyes had softened a lot.

"Hey Xiaojing."

Mrs. Mo nodded, her voice soft and very nice: "Yeah, Xiao Xiong is hungry again, and it looks like a greedy ghost."

While breastfeeding, she patted Little Murray's arm with one hand, coaxing her to sleep.

I do n’t think that the owner of the Mo family came, just to visit his wife and daughter, to see his unusual look when he entered the door, and I knew that the most important turning point about this family was coming!

"Wife, Dad has received news. Recently, several soul holes have appeared in Yangjian. Many evil spirits in Hell have fled to Yangjian. We must send additional staff to arrest and resist."

Mrs. Mo was still humming the lullaby, and her voice stopped abruptly. I could notice her rigid face for a moment, but she quickly adjusted her mentality with a soft smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Does your husband have any plans?"

Instead of directly answering his wife's questions, the Mohist lord said something that made Mrs. Mo's calm.

"Except for the juniors who are still young, the Ding family is moving."

"what did you say?!"

Madam Mo got up from the bed all of a sudden, and because of the large movement, she awakened the little Murray in her arms, and her little face froze and she cried again and again.

I thought that at this critical moment, the crying of the child would aggravate the dissatisfaction and impatience in the hearts of the two adults. Who knew I thought too much.

Mrs. Mo gently hugged Murray, patted his back, and coaxed her to sleep, but she looked different when she communicated with her husband.

"Why did Daddy do this? The Ding family was originally thin. For generations, most of the girls were married. Our sisters are married. He wants the whole family to go to the battlefield. What is his old man thinking about?

The Mohist shook his head and frowned: "I also advised Dad, but he didn't listen. The battle report from the front line seemed to be very optimistic."

When Mrs. Mo sees Murray sleeping smoothly, she quickly puts her in the crib, walks outside with her husband, and brings the door.

"Anyway, even if I marry into the Mo family, the Ding family is still my home. If my father makes this decision, then I will go to the battlefield!"

Sure enough, the origin of all tragedies begins from this moment!

"Wife, no, you can't go, you just brought down Xiao Jing, and her body hasn't recovered yet. I don't allow it, you can't go!"

The Mo family master held his beloved wife and did not want her to go.

"Husband, the people in my family are fighting in blood, I can't enjoy the quiet time here alone, the family just wants to go forward together."

I can't help but admire this woman named Ding Ruoshui.

Her name indicates that his family wanted her to be a woman like water, gentle and kind.

However, she is also a woman with great power.

This power comes from her heart.

In front of these children, she is a gentle and kind mother. Outside, she is also a guardian of the family, who values ​​her family more than her life.

She will not hide behind the front because she has just given birth, and will enjoy peace and tranquility alone. She will choose to join forces with her loved ones and share common problems.

If I can, I really want to applaud her, but it is not working now, I put this idea in my heart, and when the backtracking is over, I must tell Mo Yuan them about it.

Their mother is so great.

Whether as their mother or as a child of the Ding family.

"Shuier ..."

"It's no use calling me a nickname, this thing, let's not talk about it." She walked towards her room and said to the Mohist master who was behind her.

There is also a strong voice in a speech that only a man can have.

"When will I go to the front, I'll pack up."

"Shuier! You ..."

Mrs Mo suddenly turned around and looked at her husband. The original gentle and pleasant face exuded a spirit of brilliance.

"Say--"

The Mohist master immediately persuaded, and the momentum softened. I did not expect that the severe Mohist master I saw turned out to be a strict wife.

He also seemed to know that he could not stop his wife, could not change his wife's decision, and could only tell her the time set by several family alliances.

"Let her mother-in-law take care of a few children." As soon as Mrs. Mo returned to the room, she picked up her clothes and supplies to remove ghosts.

"If you're going, I'll be together ..."

The Mohist said excitedly, his voice was shaking, and I could not help but feel a pain in his tall body.

For anyone, I am afraid I can't watch my lover alone on the battlefield.

His words were within my expectation, but the words of Mrs. Mo made my admiration for her even higher.

"Husband, you do n’t have to be capricious. The Mos need you to support and need you to manage, but you ca n’t lose your leader. Rest assured, I will act with my family members and have a mutual care, so you stay At home, take care of the children and wait for me to come back. "

After this sentence, my eyes were wet.

She thought about it all, this Mo family, children, husband, Ding family, did she never think of herself?

I know what the future will be like. At this moment, my heart is like a spilled spice bottle.

No matter how powerful the exorcist is, she is still human in nature. After all, she is an ordinary person, flesh and blood, not almighty god.

Wouldn't she have left a back road for herself?