Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Seeing that the two were about to wrestle.

Qian Mingshu still wanted to step forward to stop him, but Mo Che swept him back with a cold glance.

That look seemed to have an inherent sense of oppression, so Qian Mingshu couldn't resist at all, he could only swallow his saliva and stand there like a log.

The few people next to him didn't even dare to approach.

The two confronted each other, but in the end, Xia Bai'an was no match for this kind of violent suppression. She slightly bent her knees, but she didn't give in at all.

"If you have the ability to unscrew this hand, I'm sure I can reconnect it completely! Ugh!"

"You can also try."

Mo Che spoke coldly, and under Xia Bai'an's dazed expression, he raised his knife high and directly knocked her unconscious.

before being pulled into a warm embrace.

Xia Bai'an suddenly wanted to scold his eighteenth generation ancestors again.

Can martial arts be fucking amazing!

Mo Che firmly pulled the man who was fighting for reason into his arms, and glanced around everyone: "Get out."

Qian Mingshu was so trembling that he couldn't speak, and several people felt that the room was oppressive and uncomfortable, and breathing became a luxury.

Li Xiuhong and Liu Pipa looked at Xia Bai'an worriedly, but soon heard Mo Che's sneer.

"Do you also want to take care of her affairs?"

"Do not."

Liu Pipa stood up in a jerk, and pulled Li Xiuhong and the others out, only winking at the children.

Seeing his eyes, Mo Qian quickly stopped in front of Mo Che and raised his hands.

"Father, you are tired too. Let Xue'er and I take care of mother. You and Yu'er go back to the room to take a bath, just to calm down."

"Need not."

Mo Che picked Xia Bai'an up in his arms and walked towards the bed. Before the little daughter could speak, his cold eyes had already swept away, "Go back to sleep."

"But daddy..."

"go back."

Mo Che's tone dropped, but there was more sweat on Mo Qian's forehead.

The three children saw Mo Che tuck Xia Bai'an into the quilt. Although his movements were not gentle, they didn't fight directly like before. They hesitated again and again, but walked out slowly.

The door was not closed, and the sacrificial mother-in-law who had been taking care of Wuyue next door walked in slowly with a cane.

"Get out." Mo Che didn't have much patience.

"If you treat each other with sincerity, why bother to hide it. Trust is such an aggressive and exhausted thing."

The sacrificial mother-in-law left such a sentence earnestly, but lightly poured out the incense in the incense burner with tea.

Before leaving, the sacrificial mother-in-law thoughtfully closed the door.

In the darkness, Mo Che was clutching his bulging forehead, and there was a voice in his mind, bewitching him continuously.

"Sun Minmin said that she might become the second Huang Min..."

"She can only be yours."

"A bird in a cage doesn't need wings. When you finish everything and stand in a high position, she will understand that you kept her in captivity for her own good."

"Own her everything."

"She's yours."

The chaotic voices seemed to be transformed into words, which kept flashing in my mind, emphasizing Xia Bai'an's ownership.

Mo Che lowered his head in confusion, and in the end he just buried his head in Xia Bai'an's neck, but what came to mind was all kinds of people he had seen when he was young.

"You were not born to be the first choice, but to be abandoned. How can you hold on to what you love so much?"

"We don't need a child like you. Letting you be an ordinary person is already the greatest kindness."

Mo Che listened, letting these voices run wild in his head, but his fingertips passed through Xia Bai'an's fingers, intertwined with hers, and muttered to himself: "You are the one who provoked me first, don't expect me to let go easily." over you."

Sleeping people will never hear these words.

……

Xia Bai'an had a long dream.

Everything seen in the dream novel has become a reality.

The corpses were all over the field, and the blood flowed into rivers.

Even the sky was stained red with human blood, and Mo Che was standing in the pool of blood. The protagonists whose faces were blurred pointed at him with the tip of their knives, and the edge of the half-collapsed city wall sprinkled light colors. The light enveloped Mo Che in it.

And the corpses lying beside him looked like three children.

The empress in bright yellow, the general in silver armor, and the Anbu executioner wrapped in blood in black.

Xia Bai'an's heart couldn't make any waves, he just stood not far from Mo Che and looked at him, it seemed that someone behind him put Xia Bai'an's shoulders and murmured in a low voice.

"If you don't care about him, he will have this kind of ending."

"I have no obligation to save anyone." Xia Bai'an shrugged indifferently, "If he leaves me, it will become like this, then wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain?"

The mysterious voice was laughing: "In order not to let the past efforts go to waste, just continue to help him."

Xia Bai'an was inexplicably impatient as he watched the protagonists approach Mo Che.

"No help."

"What a cold-hearted woman. Didn't anyone tell you that you were a robot in your previous life?"

"Then I'm an interesting robot." Xia Bai'an sneered, watching the knife point in the protagonist's hand piercing Mo Che's heart.

The movement seemed to be slowed down.

Xia Bai'an saw that when Mo Che fell down, he gave him a deep look.

Xia Bai'an still couldn't make any waves in his heart.

She has always been an outsider.

She is not even from the same world as Mo Che.

All her thoughts about freedom will be imprisoned in this world by ancient pedantry.

Even in her dream, someone forced her to save someone, change someone...

But why didn't anyone tell her how to really step into this world?

"You are crying." The mysterious voice sounded again.

Xia Bai'an could also feel the moisture on her face, but instead she smiled in relief: "This tear is the only thing I can do for him."

At this moment, she was pulled into darkness.

At the end of the darkness, a large amount of light came in, so dazzling that she had to open her eyes.

His whole body was in pain as if being run over by a wheel, and there was still a slight tingling sensation in the back of his neck. Xia Bai'an struggled to get up from the messy quilt: "Damn it, don't talk about martial arts!"

She cursed in a low voice, and habitually got out of bed first, but her wrist was pulled by a force, and she couldn't stand still, and she knelt directly beside the bed.

Consciousness came back, and the sound of hua la hua la exploded in my ears.

She lay on the edge of the bed, her gaze stretched from her shoulders to her arms, all the way to her wrist.

The silver-gray iron chain glowed coldly in the light of the morning sun.

"Depend on!"

Xia Bai'an was so angry that he beat the edge of the bed.

Does this man still want to tie himself to the bed!

Just as she was pounding the bed, there was a soft cough from outside the half-open window: "Pay attention."

When she turned her head, she saw Liu Pipa closing the window for her with a strange expression.

Pay attention to what?

Xia Bai'an supported the edge of the bed and stood up, inexplicably thinking about how to get rid of the damn iron chain, his eyes swept around until he fixed on the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

She raised her hand to cover her neck, her pupils shrank: "Grass, strawberry?"