Chapter 563 - 362: Ancient Blood Oath
On the stage, Qi Ling tucked her messy hair behind her ear and smiled, "What are you doing? The kid is having a great time."
Su Motong’s cheeks were rosy, and her mouth was grinning so widely she couldn’t close it. She was so happy that even a bubble of snot was coming out.
Su Mo glared angrily, "Are you really willing to do this? You just set up the stage and throw the kid outside, without even a safety rope. What if she falls and gets hurt?!"
Qi Ling pointed behind him, "Don’t worry, someone is watching at the edge, if she really gets thrown off, they’ll catch her."
Su Mo turned his head and saw Dongdong standing by the trampoline with a bag of chips, giving him a thumbs-up from afar.
Su Mo was at a loss for words, "Goodbye, I’m taking the kid back to sleep."
He took Su Motong back to the room to rest.
After coming out of the shower, Su Mo found her leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking somewhat lost as she gazed at the night view.
Su Mo sat beside her and asked with concern, "Motong, what’s wrong?"
Su Motong raised her head, her big eyes full of innocence, "Dad, I want to play with them in the future too."
Su Mo was taken aback, "Them? Who do you mean?"
"Everyone!" Su Motong counted on her little fingers, muttering, "I want to play with Sister Nuobai. Her cat is so cute, all fluffy, and feels so comfortable to hold."
"And Sister Dong and Brother K, even though exercising with them is tiring, they talk interestingly and are very encouraging, being with them makes it really motivating."
"Uncle Chu too, in the park, he flies kites with me, chases butterflies, tells me a lot of fairy tales, and even buys me delicious food."
"And, and, and Mommy, she’s the best, she knows everything. Today I learned... um... free fall, parabolas, and the three laws of mechanics!"
At this, Su Motong gently grabbed Su Mo’s hand, cautiously saying, "Dad, I want to play with them again tomorrow..."
Su Motong’s words stirred something significant in Su Mo’s heart, and he suddenly realized he might have been wrong in some areas.
Recalling his childhood, sometimes his parents wouldn’t let him play with certain friends, mostly because "that kid has poor grades," "he’ll be a bad influence," etc.
Actually, from Su Mo’s perspective back then, those "bad kids" in his parents’ eyes were all his good friends, and he was extremely happy playing with them.
But because of his parents’ prohibitions, he gradually drifted apart from those friends, and many friendships were lost.
To be fair, his parents’ concerns certainly had their reasons, and one couldn’t say they were entirely wrong, as they just wanted to protect their child.
Yet, most of the time, this kind of protection actually left many irreparable regrets for the child.
As Su Mo grew up, he once thought that if he had children in the future, he must respect the child’s subjective willingness and provide enough freedom.
But now, with a child suddenly in his care, he instinctively lost his balance and turned into his own parents, restricting Su Motong under the guise of her best interest.
Thinking about it, Su Mo couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Perhaps this is the nature of being a parent.
Su Mo calmed himself, gently patted Su Motong’s head, and softly said, "Motong, it’s been my fault these days. From now on, you can play with whoever you want, as long as you’re happy and safe."
"Okay!" Su Motong looked at Su Mo with anticipation, her eyes reflecting the brilliant lights outside the window, as if a galaxy was shining.
Su Mo tucked her in and whispered, "Sleep now. Dad needs to sleep too, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Su Motong lay sideways on the pillow, curiously looking at him, "What are you doing tomorrow, Dad?"
Su Mo gazed out the window, revealing a meaningful smile, "To welcome a companion."
...
Early spring in March, the season when all flowers bloom.
And this spring in the Dawn 153rd Year was destined to leave a colorful mark on the history of New Moon City.
At Wolf Peak Mountain, the highest point in the outskirts of New Moon City, the icebound ground of late winter was gradually thawing, and melting snow converged into clear streams that glistened under the sunlight, like flowing silver ribbons.
The trees sprouted new green leaves, swaying in the breeze, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and grass.
The road leading to the mountain peak was jammed with media vehicles, and drones for filming were everywhere.
Elite mercenaries from Mo Xue and the Edge stood guard on the main road, and some patrolled the air on personal flying devices, meticulously ensuring the area’s safety.
The two main characters of today’s event were standing at the center of the mountain peak.
A ritual altar was set up here, its spacious wooden tabletop covered with white silk, bearing five grains: rice, wheat, millet, beans, and sorghum.
Beside the grains stood a pair of ancient bronze vessels, beautifully shaped, one engraved with a snowflake symbolizing Mo Xue, the other with a red umbrella representing the Edge, their copper surfaces exuding a rustic luster.
Inscribed with ancient patterns, the incense burner quietly burned, emitting wisps of smoke that intertwined with the lingering early morning fog, imparting a sense of ceremony.
In front of the altar, two figures, one tall and one short, stood facing each other, Su Mo and Shangguan Li.
The wind gently blew against their white robes, and their gazes met, solemn and grave.
Su Mo was the first to pick up the small knife placed on the altar, and he grazed it against his palm, allowing blood to seep out.
He held his bleeding hand over the porcelain bowl in front of the grains, letting the crimson liquid drip in with a crisp sound.