Lan Chuchu listened and asked for that kind of poisonous smoke, but as for what purpose, she did not tell Yushou Duzun.

After nightfall, Lan Chuchu ordered her grandmother to take away the little princess, passed through the secret passage, and went to Meiyuan again.

Tonight, it was the day she and the little monster agreed to meet every five days.

Lan Chuchu confirmed that no one was around, and tapped three times at the wellhead.

This is the secret code she agreed with the little monster.

Three knocks were heard from the well.

Lan Chuchu took out a rope and climbed down the ancient well.

When he saw Lan Chuchu, the little monster's face showed joy.

In the ancient well, it has already been packed.

The little monster knew that Lan Chuchu hated the bloody smell in the ancient well, so every time Lan Chuchu came, he would clean up.

"mother……"

The little monster just shouted.

With a snap, Lan Chuchu slapped him.

"I asked you, were you discovered by the little bitch of Hong Mingyue? Did you tell her what? I was almost killed by you!"

Lan Chuchu stared at him with a grudge.

The little monster was startled, and his red eyes, like a giant child, made a whine cry.

"Did not say ... mother ... didn't say anything."

Lan Chuchu listened, his expression slowed slightly.

"Well, I will solve that woman. Are you hungry, do you want a mother to come over?"

The monster shook his head.

He knew that his mother really hated him for eating people.

The mother is very angry today, he can't make her mother hate herself anymore.

Lan Chuchu sighed.

She suddenly raised her hand and touched the little monster's blushing face that she had been beaten by herself.

"Did you hurt you just now?"

The little monster was stunned. The mother had never spoken to him in such a loving tone.

He shook his head busy.

"Doesn't hurt ... Mother ... Hand hurts?"

Despite his ugly appearance, his eyes were full of sincerity, like a big child with innocence.

Looking at those eyes, Lan Chuchu's breath suffocated, and his nose was sour.

She remembered the poisonous smoke in her arms, and she had an urge to escape from here.

One thought that as long as the monster is alive, it may be discovered.

He will ruin everything he has now.

Lan Chuchu hardened his heart.

"The mother is too impulsive. The mother is worried that you are in danger after being found. Child, come over and let the mother hug you."

Lan Chuchu's voice was soft, and her gentle voice was like a natural sound to the little monster.

He was still a bit uncomfortable at first, but he couldn't resist the warmest embrace of his mother-in-law after all, cautiously hugging Hu Chulan.

"How's the mother singing a lullaby for you? You grew up so big that the mother never sang songs for you and coaxed you to sleep."

Lan Chuchu said, humming a song.

The singing voice echoed at the bottom of the ancient well, beautiful and beautiful.

The little monster's eyelids sank a little.

He longed for this embrace for a long time.

He never thought about it, and one day he could really fall asleep in such singing.

He closed his eyes and didn't see that Lan Chuchu's face was so cruel as he hummed the song.

When the little monster made a slight snore, Lan Chuchu quickly pulled his arm away.

She stood up, and finally looked at the little monster, and quickly climbed up the sling.

After exiting the Gujingkou, Lan Chuchu took out the bottle with poisonous smoke. She opened the bottle, and a green smoke, just like the poison tongue of Xinzi, came out.

Lan Chuchu threw the bottle into the ancient well.

Then she took out a ban and sealed it on Gujing.

After doing all this, she said something.

"Don't blame me, blame you for not being a monster."

Lan Chuchu went away.

Under the ancient well, the little monster woke up immediately after hearing the sound of the ancient well.

He touched his side and found that his mother had left.

He was a little lost in his heart, he hadn't had time to say a few words with his mother, and he didn't say anything about the jade poison.

The woman was indeed a bad guy and wanted to provoke his relationship with his mother.

The mother loves him, otherwise how could she sing to him.

At this time, only heard a "bang".

Something fell from above.

Then, the light on the ancient well disappeared completely.

The wellhead was sealed.

The little monster was shocked. His eyesight, even if there was no light at all, was also visible, and he soon discovered that a bottle was falling.

The bottle is now, green smoke is pouring out.

The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, the narrow space in the ancient well, but after a while, the smoke spread quickly.

The little monster felt his head dizzy and his limbs were weak.

Instinctively, he realized that the smoke was poisonous.

"Mother ... Mother"

The little monster was excited. He realized that the bottle was thrown down by his mother.

He flew up, but as soon as he reached the wellhead, the force of restraint blocked him back.

That prohibition is ten times stronger than the earlier prohibition.

The blood inside the little monster suddenly came to the brain.

His hands and feet were a little bit cold.

A terrible thought came to his mind.

Mother wants to kill him!

Mother wants to poison him!

Yushou Duzun's words are correct, the mother doesn't love him at all.

She is using him.

She was afraid that he would be discovered by the bad woman and confess to her, so she hesitated to sing to him and let him relax.

Just when he was addicted to maternal love and unsuspecting, the mother wanted to kill him with poisonous smoke.

The little monster's body fell to the ground weakly.

In this dark, damp, and cold ancient well, tears like flooding flooded, bursting the embankment in an instant, can no longer suppress.

Why ... treat him like this.

He had never thought of harming others, and he had never thought of giving out his mother.

All he did was just to survive.

I just want my mother to look at him more.

He thinks more ... thinks more ...

Consciousness, stripped from the body of the little monster, his heart stopped beating, and there was no expression on that ugly face.

At Gujingkou, Lan Chuchu seemed to hear the cry of the lady from Gujing.

Covering her ears with her face, she escaped from Meiyuan in a frenzy.

At Meiyuankou, she gasped for breath.

At the foot of the snow, the snow reflects, making the night of the shrine bright as daylight.

Lan Chuchu looked at her hand, her hand was fair and flawless, but she knew that her hands were already stained with blood, and that was the blood of her child.

Lan Chuchu laughed silently.

"Okay, and finally healed. He died well. From now on, no one knows the secret anymore."

There were no tears in her eyes.

Back at the dorm, Lan Chuchu ordered.

"Come here, tomorrow morning, find some guards, transport some boulders, and completely fill the ancient wells of Meiyuan."