The blood line from the fire is the inheritance of the Mo family, there is no second family, okay?

However, the old man who had just wanted to talk received a warning from the emperor and immediately shut up.

But I couldn't help but mutter: What is going on with you? Went to Wu Di. Are you out of your mind?

……

“Emperor Xiaobao, you stay with Bao, I'll make some Dan medicine to heal your wounds and the Wolf. ”

Mu Yan touched Bao's face, looked at him with his eyebrows tight, his face showed a painful expression, his eyes filled with heartache and worry.

But instead of staying here, she can't help awakening from the fire blood. Instead, go and ask Brother San how to remove the residual spell from the clean emperor's body.

Besides, Bao had been thinking about Dad since he was last in a coma.

If you open your eyes and see the Emperor standing beside him, you'll be happy.

The emperor nodded and sat beside the bed.

Until Muang's figure disappeared outside the door, he dared not reveal bitter and repressed emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

Pinch the boy's tiny, hot little hand in the palm of his hand.

The emperor's heart suddenly fluttered and his mumbling voice was almost shattered: “Bao, Daddy and Daddy are here to see you. ”

“Sorry, it used to be Dad's fault, didn't take good care of you and your mother. ”

His children, heirs to the extreme future.

It was supposed to be tall, jade food, infinite scenery.

But because of his forgetfulness and stupidity, he had been displaced for so many years in a deserted world.

Even without a father, ridiculed and white-eyed.

And all of that he owes Bao, he owes him.

As if hearing his call, Bao's eyelashes trembled for a long time and opened his eyes.

When he saw the emperor sitting beside the bed squeezing his hand, Bao looked tranced and called softly: “Daddy...”

The emperor swallowed his throat and could barely control his emotions: “Daddy is here. ”

Bao blinked and his eyes became a little clearer.

He realized that he wasn't dreaming right now, but actually saw Dad.

For a moment, unknown grievances and heartaches swept up.

Long lashes are as light as butterfly wings, and bean-sized crystalline tears roll out of the butterfly wings.

"'Dad, I thought you'd stop,' said Bao-chao. ”

The emperor felt almost unable to breathe for a moment.

He clumsily stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his little face, using a gentle voice he had never heard before: “How could Papa not want Bao? ”

“But Baby's sick, so sad, so sad. Daddy's here, he's gone again. He hasn't even seen Bao. ”

Bao said, as he grew more and more grieved, tears poured all over his face.

The little body is also shaking gently as a result of crying.

“Daddy doesn't like to abandon Baby because he's not his own son? Don't you want a baby? ”

No, you're my own son!

You are the only flesh and blood of my emperor.

The emperor shouted in his heart, but all his words were stuck in his throat.

He felt a little wet in his orbit.

It is only with patience that the surge is suppressed.

He reached out and lifted the boy in the bed and let him lie in his arms.

The other hand gently wiped away the tears from his face, muttering: “In my father's eyes, you will always be my most important child, my father's most precious flesh and blood. Papa and Papa can take away everything in the world, but they will never take away Baby and Mama. ”