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1835 Chapter 1835 is equal to another lifetime

Ning Xuemo naturally knew what his son was worried about, and felt like he was being stabbed in his heart!

The child is still young, and she really has no capital to indulge her grief.?

She will swallow any pain, any sadness, or any blow!

Xiao Nianmo has lost his father and king, and she can no longer let him lose his mother...

She kissed the child on the face: "Don't worry, my mother will naturally come back..."

As soon as I said this, my chest felt stuffy, my throat felt sweet, and my mouth was spurted out...

Fortunately, she turned her head in time and didn't spray it on the child.

"Mother!" Shen Nianmo was frightened.

"It's okay..." Ning Xuemo tried to comfort him, but his eyes suddenly turned black, his feet softened, and he knew nothing.

She was too seriously injured when fighting with Mother Earth, but she kept resisting. She should have meditated and recovered immediately when she returned to the ground, but she hurried back because she was afraid that Nian Mo would worry.

Coupled with the continuous mental blows, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and fainted in front of her son...

The only thing that was fortunate that she didn't faint on the road before she fell into a coma was that she wouldn't faint on the road, otherwise she wouldn't have returned from her husband, and she would have cried to death.

Xiao Nianmo's shout came from her ears, and she struggled to reply in a daze: "Mom... It's okay, just sleep... It's good..." Before she finished speaking, she completely fainted.

...

In reality, that person is no longer there. If she can see it from time to time in a dream, can she regard this dream as reality? But only treat reality as a nightmare?

Ning Xuemo met Shen Jiuli again in his dream.

And she could still clearly understand that she was dreaming and doing the old things from 50,000 years ago.

Even the last dream came.

Ning Xuemo deeply felt that this was also very good. She was like living the life of Shen Jiuli in her dream, which was like making another life...

This time the perspective is still the perspective of the demon lord Xue Mo.

Xue Mo's little hand was poisonous. She scratched herself very much when she was allergic that time. Her face was like a cat. She couldn't go out for a long time, which made her urge to throw the mirror.

Although she is often injured, she is born with her own health and her self-healing ability is extremely powerful. She will be cured tomorrow after being stabbed.

Only this time, she had been raising her for half a month, and the blood marks on her face were still obvious, which made her a little anxious.

Her subordinates told her that there was a herb in Qingkonghai that was effective in treating skin scratches, so she went there.

What she didn't expect was that she would meet Shen Jiuli there. Of course, she was thinking about how to abduct him as her husband these days, but because the wound on her face was too ugly, she didn't want to see him, but she still sent someone to send him off.

Xue Mo is very resilient in what she does. Although her face cannot be seen, she has not lost much skill and is still extremely capable. She will pick some specific flowers every day and then send someone to him...

The people who were sent by her to send flowers were hesitant when they came back, saying that they had delivered the flowers (to the entrance of Brahma Palace).

But they often look like when they are delivered, and when they see them again, they still look like when they see them. Except for a little bit, the location of the bouquet has never been moved.

Of course, occasionally the bouquet will disappear, and the person who sent the flowers will come back happily to report to the Demon Lord, saying that the Flower God Lord should have collected yesterday...
Chapter completed!
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