The boy in the illusion frowned slightly: "Mother, do you not like me anymore?"
"How could that be? You are Mother's favorite child, without exception..." Mo Qingcheng blinked, her eyes full of innocence, and walked step by step toward the little boy.
A strange smile crept across the little boy's lips: "Mother...ah...why...why did you kill me?"
Mo Qingcheng shook her head: "You're not my son..."
"No! Mother, I am Yichen..." Blood trickled down the corner of the little boy's mouth, stinging Mo Qingcheng's eyes.
"Good boy... Mother is coming to pick you up..." Mo Qingcheng muttered to herself, then turned her wrist and pointed the dagger at her heart.
The young boy smiled mysteriously: "Mother, Yichen will always be your good son..."
"Okay! Don't cry, Mother is coming to see you..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes were somewhat dazed, and the dagger went in an inch further, about to pierce her heart.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blinding Mo Qingcheng.
"Hiss..." Mo Qingcheng groaned, the dagger fell to the ground, almost piercing her toe.
The bloodshot in Mo Qingcheng's eyes slowly faded, and her heart was hit with a critical strike.
Oh my god, I almost got tricked just now...
Mo Qingcheng slapped her forehead. Before she could think any further, Bai Zimo's figure appeared before her.
"Mother, what's wrong?" Bai Zimo rushed forward, grabbed Mo Qingcheng's leg, and shook her.
Mo Qingcheng lowered her eyes, gazing at the face she had longed for day and night, her gaze flickering slightly: "Mo Mo..."
"Mommy, Momo is so worried about you... Waaah... Brother Hei Yi is injured... Aunt Yue is injured too..." The little guy started to cry, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Mo Qingcheng felt as if something had stung her heart, causing her unbearable pain.
"Mo Mo, where is your Aunt Yue?"
"Mother, come with me quickly... Aunt Yue is dying..." Bai Ziming cried as he tugged at Mo Qingcheng's sleeve and turned to run away in a hurry.
Mo Qingcheng was running when she suddenly stopped: "Mo Mo, wait..."
"Mother, it will be too late if we don't go now..." Bai Zimo looked at Mo Qingcheng blankly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Mo Qingcheng narrowed her eyes and glanced at him: "You're not Mother's Mo Mo..."
"Mother, I am Momo... Don't you remember our little secret?" Bai Zimo was heartbroken, her eyes filled with hurt.
Mo Qingcheng pursed her lips: "Speak..."
Bai Ziming nodded and rattled off a few things that only Mo Qingcheng and Bai Ziming knew.
Mo Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat: "Who exactly are you? Tell me! Did you harm Mo Mo?"
"Mommy, I am Momo..." The little one had tears of grievance hanging on his cheeks, falling down in a steady stream.
Mo Qingcheng felt a sharp pain in her mind: "No! You are not Mo Mo..."
"I am Momo! Mother! I am Momo! I am Momo!" The little guy kept repeating the same words.
Mo Qingcheng's mind exploded. She squatted on the ground, her expression one of agony: "No!"
"Mommy, let's hurry up and go see Aunt Yue..." the little guy urged, a red light flashing in his eyes.
Mo Qingcheng looked pained, and a voice in her heart told her that all of this was fake, an illusion, and she must not be fooled!
Is it fake?
Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly, and she grabbed Bai Zimo's wrist: "How can you prove that you are really Mo Mo?"
"Mother, how can you not believe Momo? If you don't believe me, Momo... Momo... will die right here!"
"OK!"
"puff!"
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