The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Jomo's little face, with obvious self-derision, looked at Ning Mengyao, couldn't help laughing, his mother, how cute?

“Mother, this is because of my abilities. I must be curious about what I know about the unfinished.” Jomo looked at the two and said lightly.

“Yes.”

“That's because I'm also a prophet, and the spiritual family is a family of prophets, but like them, the more powerful life is, the shorter life will be, unless the spiritual family comes out of the prophet, except to spy on the planet, and then leaks the planet, at the cost of life, the other prophets are actually very long-lived.” Jomo looked at them and said with a smile.

“No, if it's a family of prophets, why should they be afraid of you? Isn't your family all the same?” I'd rather dream of Yaodun. Since he's a prophet's family, the people in his family shouldn't be afraid of him. Why...

“Well, this is because I've never been able to touch anyone. ”

“Can't you touch someone? ”

“Yes, I once knew what was in each other's minds when I met someone.” Jomo smiled bitterly.

They discovered his abilities when he was eight years old, and after knowing that, those people looked at him like monsters, especially when they didn't dare touch him at all.

Yet the next year his brother was born, a very cute child, he loved it, but instead of letting him near his brother, he told him that he was a monster and that he was not allowed to come near him.

Because his father knew that he would be responsible for destroying their family, he was designed to kill him, but they probably didn't think that they would survive in this way instead of dying.

Joe's smooth face sank immediately. How could there be such a mother and father in this world? That's just incredible.

Such a wonderful son they don't want? What's wrong with their minds?

“Parents... do you think I'm a monster too? ”

Ning Mengyao knocked his angry finger on Jomo's head: “What nonsense. Parents who truly love their children will not do such a heartbreaking thing. ”

Yes, in Ning Mengyao's understanding, such parents are simply sadistic.

Jomo couldn't help laughing, and in the eyes of those people, they would do it for granted, but in the eyes of Ning Mengyao, it turned into a heartbreaker, is that not just the fundamental difference?

Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo dangerously: “Do you think we will be like them because you will alienate us? ”

Why did Jomo suddenly talk about it?

“Then what...”

“So what is it? Jomo, let me tell you something. We're not done until you're clear today.” I'd rather watch Jomo smile, but that smile poked at Jomo like a knife.

Jomo looked at Joe Tianjin for help. The latter turned his head directly and compared them to that kind of scum. Isn't that what you're looking for?

Jomo lowered his head and said, "I do think so, because I think all parents do, but you're good to me and you make me feel different. ”

Ning Mengyao's eyeball knife flew toward him, his expression was even more ugly. The boy seemed to really seek to beat them up and dare to think of them as such.

“What's wrong with you today?” Ning Mengyao suddenly thought of this question and asked with a frown.

“I think the spiritual family should be here too.” Jomo said in a haunted voice.

Compared to Ning Mengyao, the couple were not worthy of being parents at all, or maybe they were just like him, not to his brother.

“Ling Jia, did you see someone? ”

“No.”