Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Xin Miaomiao felt a little irritated by his obsessive eyes, and felt a little unspeakable discomfort in her heart, she shrank her body and hid in Mo Ziqi's arms.

Xin Ziwen looked at her.

Still looking at her.

But the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit.

Until the last gleam of light disappeared from his eyes.

Looking at the dead Xin Ziwen with his head hanging on the beach.

Xin Miaomiao bit her lip, because she was so frightened by the previous dream, she didn't dare to go up to check the situation, and only looked at Mo Ziqi relyingly.

Mo Ziqi nodded to her, indicating that Xin Ziwen was indeed dead, and she relaxed now.

But after relaxing, there was endless sorrow flowing through my heart.

Before recovering the memory of her previous life, Xin Miaomiao liked this brother very much.

Why did it become like this later, even she herself couldn't figure it out.

only--

After all, Xin Ziwen is different from ordinary people. Even if he is dead, Xin Miaomiao is not at ease, but if she treats him like Ru Mengqi, she can't bear it.

With such complicated emotions, she looked at Mo Ziqi.

Mo Ziqi met her relying little eyes, his tense handsome face softened, he lowered his head and kissed her pale little face, coaxing softly: "Take them back first, I'll finish it..."

"No, I want to be with you." Xin Miaomiao refused.

"Miao Miao, there are some things I don't want you to see." Mo Ziqi frowned, lowered his head and kissed her red eyes, and coaxed her more tenderly: "Hey, take the child back first, I will be back soon , you are all obediently waiting for me at home, okay?"

His little girl was meant to be pampered, always pampered.

He didn't want her to see those dark things at all.

Xin Ziwen was indeed dead, but he was different from ordinary people, how could Mo Ziqi be relieved if he didn't do anything?

Xin Miaomiao looked at Mo Ziqi, but asked worriedly: "Qiqi, what are you going to do?"

"What does Miao Miao want to do?" Seeing the unbearable look in Xin Miaomiao's eyes, Mo Ziqi's face darkened instantly.

Compared with Xin Miaomiao's unbearable heart, he is more taboo and just wants to kill the grass.

"I don't know either." Seeing Mo Ziqi's ugly expression, Xin Miaomiao shook her head.

"Then give it to Qiqi? Huh?"

Xin Miaomiao pursed her lips, thinking about that dream, then looked at Mo Ziqi's unhappy face, and finally nodded obediently.

The four cubs, who were screaming and wanting to continue watching the fun, went back first.

And Chendan was very heavy, she couldn't lift it up, so she let him follow behind by bouncing around.

As soon as Xin Miaomiao left, Mo Ziqi's face darkened completely, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

He went forward and took the dead Xin Ziwen and disappeared in place, heading straight to the Cultivation Continent.

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Xin Miaomiao returned to the house, put down the basket, carried the third child out, looked at her injured little paw, kissed her on the head distressedly, and then healed her with her cultivation.

"Meow." Just like in the dream, the little guy looked at her in surprise when he saw that the wound on his little paw had healed.

Xin Miaomiao patted her head, thinking of the scene in the dream again, and murmured worriedly: "This dream is really evil."

The third child doesn't know what is evil or not. His little paw is healed and the pain is gone, so he feels happy, jumping around with his short legs, and continuing to play with the three brothers, it is very happy .