Ling Xiu's face is also very ugly, and the war with Moro Liyan has exhausted him, if he really comes to the gods, he has no superfluous strength to deal with, can only wait to be captured.

“The chief is coming!”Not far away, holding a floating iced Moro sword said lightly.

The bloodless patriarch?My own mother, Moro Mo,?

Ling Xiu was unusually shocked, he never thought that he would meet his biological mother in such a situation, and he had an unreal feeling that he was actually going to see his mother, which was undoubtedly a kind of destruction shock for his nearly 27 years of orphan life.

"Bitch"

The huge disc-shaped aircraft made a buzzing sound, and the bottom glowed and dazzling, as if a white hole full of infinite light appeared one by one from this white hole, floating like a god in the air.Then the white light slowly disappeared, and the feeling of thorny was no longer there, and the scene in the air was clearly visible.

Under the scattered and majestic disc-shaped aircraft, there were at least two hundred blood-night people wearing golden armor, suspended in the air with their own strength, posture like a god of war.

Among them, the only one is a woman wearing white armor, about 40 or 50 years old, the wind and frost of the years do not seem to leave much traces on her face, but gave her a more elegant charm, the oblique bangs just scratched from the eyelids.

The five senses are exquisite, the skin is white and moving, like a ten-year-old girl with a rosy luster!

"Fuck, that should not be the mother of Lao Ling, it is too beautiful, it is no wonder that I can give birth to the handsome and over-the-top pervert of old Ling."There is a healing of the garlic, Zhang Yifei now has the strength to speak, the white figure in the sky is almost like a goddess, completely stunning to him.

Even the gargoyles couldn’t help but say, “That’s beautiful!”

"The milk ball, this blood night clan still has the secret of immortality!"

The old man marveled that it was impossible to imagine how a woman of forty or fifty years old could maintain so well, if it had not been for a luxurious temperament, he would have doubted that the white figure in the air was a ten-year-old girl.

Although the Moro sword is in the sea, holding a piece of floating ice to keep floating on the water posture, when you see the woman wearing white armor, the eyes are full of respect, needless to say, the woman is the current patriarch of the blood and night race...

The eyes of Moro Mo were looking down...

Members of the blood-night race quickly flew down and saved the Moro sword, at the same time, the huge spacecraft opened a wide range of scanning light, and then broke the heavy sea, and rescued a person who was seriously injured and covered, who was attracted by an invisible force to stay in the air, and the blood mixed with the sea water dripped from him.

It is the gritted teeth, the pain of the moronitis!

Hiss

Zhang Yifei, the old wind pumped cool air, Ling Xiu also couldn't believe it, suffered his strongest blood burn, Moro Liyan actually was still alive, and did not fly out of the smoke, and just broke an arm, such a result is difficult to accept.

“Damn, little bastard.”

Moro Liyan's eyes fell on Ling Xiu, and after a hoarse scolding, he could no longer support the serious injury and coma.

Following his eyes, Moro Mo dance finally looked to Ling Shui, and the eyes of the two people touched in the air.

Perhaps the mother and son are connected, the blood is connected, the feelings of Ling Xiu are mixed, the tension and excitement that cannot be said, the connection that is deep in the soul, makes him overwhelmed, like an actor on the stage after the timid field, the whole body is slightly shaken by the emotion of excitement and uncontrolled.

Moro Mo dance from the point of view of Ling Xiu's face, the whole person stabbed in an instant, she took off the helmet, a long purple hair will be like a waterfall, she carefully looked at the repair, a few seconds later, the heart is shocked, the helmet fell in her hand, fell into the sea, splashed a wave.

The next second, she flew down from the air in spite of everything and came to the near end of Lingxiu.

Ling Xiu's heart seems to be about to jump out of the chest, from small to large, how many white eyes he has endured, and how many times has been called wild, there is no mother, and at this moment, his mother, his own mother, standing in front of himself, as far as the dream is not real, he is really afraid that this is just a dream, at any time will wake up, pull him back to the cruel reality.

“It’s like, it’s like him!”There were tears in the eyes of the Moro Mo, and the eyes were full of motherhood.

“Like who?”Try to calm yourself down and ask.

“Your father, Yu Wenxiao!”

Moro Mo dance reached out to wipe the tears on his face, his hands tightly grasped the arm of Lingshu, excitedly said, "Son, I... I am your mother!"

“You... are you my mother?”

Ling Xiu's tuggling murmur, the brain is no longer thinking, only seriously looking at the face in front of her, as if to give her a deep imprint on the brain.

Moromo held her in her arms and wept aloud, “Son, my poor child, I thought I would never see you again!”

The tears of sourness and joy were like rain, and she cried all into a tear.

How many times did Ling Xiu think about being angry after seeing his biological parents, and asked them why they left them behind, but when this moment came, all grievances and resentments did not exist, and under the tolerance of this strong motherly love, everything seemed insignificant, everything was not important, and the important thing was that he found his mother.

Two warm-flowing eyes slipped, he blinked, suddenly the sight became blurred, he was stunned, he couldn't believe that he had no tears when he began to understand.He closed his eyes, his eyebrows smiling, and at this moment he put everything down, lying quietly in his mother’s arms like a child.

"Mother, I am really happy for Lao Ling, 弱 Yao, you say that this picture is not touching?"汱瑶?”

Zhang Yifei was very happy, asked a garlic did not return to him, a turn, found that 漱瑶 has been full of tears, needless to say, this is bound to be moved.

"The milk ball, found the hemp, then the next time you will soon find the porridge, this day to kill the boy's wish is finally to be fulfilled."The old man is very sad.

With emotion, I found that Jiang Haojun was looking at him in a complicated way, looked around, and then withdrew his eyes, and found that Jiang Haojun was still blinking at him, and he looked at him with straight hair in his heart.

The old man looked at him and asked, “What do you see in the milk ball?”

"Old rich fan, if Xiu Ge knows what you call mahjong, you guess he will cut you with a knife?"Jiang Haojun said with a meaningful smile.

“Me!The old man blows his beard and stares.

End of this chapter