Witnessing her son's gruesome death, Xuanyuan Shi went mad. She slaughtered all the thugs around her, finally turning her gaze to Xuanyuan Yujing. Xuanyuan Yujing, holding Xuanyuan Cheng's heart's blood in his hand, finally regained some color in his deathly pale face. Seeing Xuanyuan Shi lunging at him, he calmly pulled a gun from his robes, aimed at Xuanyuan Shi's forehead, and shot her dead.
Ji Xiaoxiao covered her head with tears in her eyes, paused for a moment, then stood up indifferently, barefoot, and walked to Xuan Yuancheng's room. Opening the door, she found Xuan Yuancheng fast asleep on the bed, his round belly rising and falling with each breath, his short, chubby hands clenched tightly as if grasping something in his dream, his rosy face stretched into a wide smile, and the faint sound of a child's laughter could be heard.
Dragging her heavy steps, Ji Xiaoxiao slowly made her way to Xuan Yuancheng's small bedside. Her chapped lips trembled, and her hands stretched out and twitched as if the person in front of her was a mirage, and she dared not move rashly to prevent her beautiful dream from being shattered.
Helpless, Ji Xiaoxiao slowly moved her face closer to Xuanyuan Cheng, her breathing naturally slowing down, not wanting to disturb the boy's sound sleep. But tears welled up uncontrollably, and water droplets fell directly onto Xuanyuan Cheng's cheeks.
Xuanyuan Cheng was awakened by the icy tears. He pouted and rubbed his sleepy eyes with his chubby little hands. When he saw that the person in front of him was the one who had been with him all along, he opened his arms and said with a smile, "Mommy, hug me!"
---Aside---
With nearly 70,000 words already, "Becoming a God" still hasn't made it to the top recommendation. Xiaoming feels there's no hope left!
Sigh, drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse. Should Xiaoming drink Mengniu or Yili?
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