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Maggie of the brigade.However, only for a moment, thinking of An Qi when she was a child, thinking of the man she had tried so hard to love, she couldn't bear it, in this cruel, indifferent and strange world, that was the only thing worth remembering in her life, how could she be willing to abandon it? ?Martha squatted down and buried her cheeks in her chest, her heart ached and her tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Farmer froze. This was the second time he had seen Martha cry since he had known her.The first time was when the Hunter Association confirmed the news of her husband's death. He vaguely remembered that the young woman stood there blankly, as if the feeling that the whole world had been betrayed, was desolate to the deepest part of his heart.Maggie's actions made Martha completely disappointed, right?Does this mean that the two most precious people in her life have all announced their departure?

Ozawa blinked his big eyes a few times. He didn't know what was going on. He was depressed and lost interest in the toys in his hand. He ran to his mother, pulled Masha's sleeve, and frowned aggrievedly. , pouted: "Mom, it's hard."

Nuo Nuo's coquettish voice came from her ear, which made Martha wake up suddenly. By the way, she was not alone, and Ozawa would accompany her.Taking two deep breaths to calm herself down, Martha wiped away her tears quietly, and warned herself not to think about An Qi anymore, then raised her head and smiled brightly, picked up her son by the way, patted his little head, and comforted: "Mom hugs, Ozawa will feel better."

When the child was in a better mood, he couldn't help pushing forward: "Mom, eat meat." The meat that Uncle Farmer bought in the morning was so unpalatable that he couldn't even bite into it. Mom was the best, because she knew how to cook what Ozawa liked to eat.

Martha laughed, with connivance in her voice, but her tone did not mean to agree at all: "No, I have already eaten in the morning, and I have to drink porridge, milk powder, and ramen and balls for lunch. Don't be picky eaters, or you will grow old. big."

The kid pouted, upset that he didn't get what he wanted.However, after a while, he was attracted by the toys again, and he didn't care about whether he would have meat for lunch. He sat on the carpet and played with the small pistol wholeheartedly.

Martha sat on the side, watching her son who was less than two years old happily playing, she couldn't help laughing, let her make up her own mind about Angie's matter, she is already a big girl who is almost 17 years old, she has her own ideas I'm afraid it's not appropriate to say anything by myself.As for the blood relationship, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it since you don't think it's important, she is the daughter of the Crusaders after all, a fact that can never be changed, as long as An Qi can remember it.It was too extravagant to expect something in return from the very beginning.Knowing that An Qi was brought up by the members of the Phantom Troupe on Meteor Street, how can she use her own point of view to measure her principles of doing things?Therefore, it is easier to give up.

After struggling all afternoon, Martha was finally able to feel more at ease about her daughter.After all, it's not something that you can control. If you ask too much, you are really humiliating yourself.Although it is still a little sad, but at any rate, if we meet again, we will be able to intentionally develop immunity.Martha breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the darkened sky, and began to prepare dinner.

When it was time for dinner, Hisoka showed up at the restaurant on time.Martha twitched the corners of her mouth, wondering if this person had been squatting at the door all afternoon observing every move in the house, otherwise how could he be so punctual?

Hisoka was still cheeky, turning a blind eye to the blazing light from Martha and Famo, hugging his son on his lap, lovingly choosing some easy-to-digest food and feeding it to the little guy.Even though the child is restless when eating, his little head is turning around, and his eyes and mind are occupied by new gadgets from time to time, Hisoka is more patient than before, and even ran half of the room to chase his son to feed him. .

The corners of Martha's mouth twitched, and she glanced at Farmer in puzzlement. Is there something wrong with his mind?Still stimulated?Hisoka has become such a gentle and patient father?The latter was also quite surprised, shaking his head to express his incomprehension, but one thing, Hisoka must have made a mistake.

.......

Even though Hisoka behaved well, Martha's vigilance was not eliminated, she did not believe that Hisoka would ignore her mind power!Interesting thing, how could Hisoka be willing to let others down?In particular, there is a Kuroro who is watching.

Sure enough, after Ozawa fell asleep, Hisoka walked over twisting his waist, forced Martha to the corner, and laughed very hard: "Dear Martha~~ Can you talk about that interesting ability now? "

"Yes." Martha nodded readily, but Hisoka was stunned for a moment.

"That ability should belong to the trait department. It's relatively useless, and it's completely useless when fighting. It's mainly used for detection and perception. It is able to accurately and keenly find the location and source of the surrounding mind masters. The range is about the size of this school. Big. But unfortunately, I can't control it. This ability is not something I can use whenever I want. Since I discovered that I have this ability ten years ago, I have used it a total of 6 times." Martha was quick and concise Confidently talked about the situation of his mind power, and then looked at Hisoka, "That's basically it, is there any problem?"

Hisoka bit the poker card, thought for a while, then laughed, and stroked the woman's cheek with his fingers, with a cold look in his eyes: "Martha isn't going to tell people about the side effects of the power of thought?"

"This," Martha smiled awkwardly, "it's amnesia. For a long time, I couldn't recall what happened when I used my mind power."

"That's why I can remember it later~~" Hisoka pressed on every step of the way, seeming a little annoyed.Martha trembled, wondering why the pervert was in a bad mood all of a sudden.However, in order to save himself from suffering, he still readily compromised: "Sometimes."

Uh-huh~ Hisoka turned his eyes, it was different from what he thought.In other words, at this time, there is no need to lie, right?Staring into Martha's eyes for a few seconds, he smiled again, the corners of his lips brushed against the woman's cheek, close to the earlobe, noticing the slight trembling of the woman, Hisoka smiled even bigger: "So, how much do you remember this time?" ?”

Martha was very unaccustomed to this posture, and put her hands on Hisoka's chest to prevent him from getting closer: "This is so boring, Hisoka, can you back off a little?"

"Martha~~, answer other people's questions~~~" Hisoka seemed to have never heard of it, but instead took another half step forward, lowered his head, and looked directly into Martha's eyes.

"I remember everything except how I got to the small house." Martha told the truth in a timely manner, "There was an argument with Wojin, Ozawa fell from the roof, and then my arm was crushed, and Wojin went out with Mr. Farmer One-on-one, I snatched the child and ran away. I have no impression of the rest."

Hisoka's eyes were dark, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked very calm.

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"Hisuo, you're done talking, can you go to bed?" Seeing that Hisoka stopped talking, Martha poked his arm cautiously and asked softly.

Hisoka returned to his senses, smiled enchantingly, and wrapped his left hand around the woman's waist: "It's ok~~ If Martha is sleepy, let's go to bed first, and we will continue discussing tomorrow, huh~~"

Martha smiled stiffly, and struggled uncomfortably: "I have to take care of Ze at night, and I will disturb you when I wake up, Hisoka, go to sleep outside. I'll make your bed for you."

Hisoka raised his eyebrows. It turned out that the newly installed big bed was prepared for him. It was a great honor, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. Could it be that he was too tolerant?Actually resisting himself again and again?Or is it that I am not as good as Farmer in one aspect, which makes women unwilling to cooperate with me?

This reason made Hisoka feel even worse, and he tightened his arms, not giving Martha a chance to resist: "Let's go together~~ It's rare that someone is in a good mood, how can Martha let down the fun?"

Although Hisoka's tone was brisk, and he still looked like a fool, but Martha still heard the warning, and immediately gave up resistance, and no longer talked to Hisoka.After all, she is only an accessory. For Ze's sake, Hisoka will tolerate her again and again. If she is ignorant of current affairs, she does not believe that Hisoka will be so kind as to forgive herself for someone's sake.

Martha sighed inaudibly, and Hisoka tilted his head, hearing it but didn't seem to hear it.For a long time, he has been too lazy to guess a woman's mind. Although this woman is different, it is not worth spending more time on his own at present.It's just a relationship between the two. She needs her to raise her son, and she needs her own strength to balance the relationship with the Phantom Troupe.Hisoka narrowed his eyes and kissed the woman's lips, she is such a smart woman.It wasn't until today that he realized that he was actually being used.Being used, not using others, hehe, what a fun experience.Hisoka was a little excited, and the intensity didn't feel stronger.

"Hmm~~" Martha rebelled dissatisfiedly. Even if she didn't like it, it didn't have to be like cannibalism, right?Wasn't Hisoka in the past very gentle towards his lover?Did I offend him again?Damn pervert, who can guess what he thinks every day?

Hisoka paused for a moment, puzzled by Martha's dissatisfaction, is his technique that bad?He bent down and looked at Martha, as if he wanted to read something from the other person's face, and then suddenly laughed. Before the latter realized what was going on, he was pushed down on the bed.

Martha blushed profusely, though