Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Wu Yue's jaw and lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, her eyes were red, and she didn't think there would be any problem with her memory.

Ao Pingchuan was held tightly by Mo Qian, his eyes were also red, and he couldn't even maintain his usual foolish appearance.

He suddenly threw off Mo Qian, walked up to Wu Yue in three steps at a time, grabbed the skirt of the other party's clothes, and dragged him up.

"Do you know my uncle?"

"I know you. The first time I met you, you came here like a thief at night. On weekdays, you fooled around like a tiger with a smile on your face, but in private, you tortured Fang Houde until he was so vicious and vicious. You accounted for [-]% of it. Your uncle, how can you be considered a good person? ?”

Every word that May said is heartbreaking.

Xia Bai'an was startled when he heard this, it was completely different from the usual May.

She jumped down from Mo Che's embrace, and suddenly heard the cracking sound of bones, and Ao Pingchuan raised his hand and punched Wu Yue hard on the face.

Suffering from pain in May, the whole person was almost blown out and fell into the dusty flower garden, unable to get up for a long time.

The children all screamed, but for a moment they didn't know whether to stop Ao Pingchuan or help Wuyue.

Xia Bai'an quickly pushed Mo Che, ran to the flower garden by himself, and helped Wu Yue up.

"It's okay, let me see your face."

"fine."

Wu Yue gritted her teeth and spoke firmly, but that punch still made half of her face red and swollen, blood oozes from the corner of her mouth, and her voice became muffled, as if she had suffered an internal injury.

Ao Pingchuan stepped into the flowerbed step by step, looking down at May.

"I'm really not a gentleman, and I don't deserve to call him uncle...but he's different from me."

"He will never massacre your tribe for no reason, let alone massacre slaves in a self-contradictory manner while chasing and killing nobles under the pretext of emancipating slaves."

"He is upright, he is the iron wall of our Li country, you are just a slave of a mere tribe."

In the man's eyes, there was a heavy killing intent.

Chilling.

Xia Bai'an's throat rolled, and he forgot to stop Wu Yue for a moment, and he was speechless for a long time.

Instead, Wu Yue broke free from Xia Bai'an's arm, got up and looked up at Ao Pingchuan.

"I am indeed a slave, and I am just the most despicable thing in your Li country."

"But the sacrificial mother-in-law and I just saw Lin Qingya come. Even if he came after our tribe was slaughtered, who knows what he came for?"

"What can you distinguish for him? You haven't seen the truth at all, so why do you say that my mother-in-law and I were deceived by others!"

"Our brothers and sisters died in front of our eyes, but did Lin Qingya really stand upright in front of you?"

After Wu Yue finished speaking, he even spat out a mouthful of blood, and handed half of his intact face in front of Ao Pingchuan, "I am the most despicable servant, and I cannot take the blame for you. If you want to beat or kill, you can do whatever you want. But I will never lie about the death of our brothers and sisters for the sake of Lin Qingya's life."

Hearing this, Xia Bai'an seemed to understand the point of contradiction between the two.

She just wanted to dissuade, but saw that Ao Pingchuan actually pulled out the knife from his waist.

"Wait, if you have something to say..."

"There is nothing to say, since you insist, I will fulfill you."

Ao Pingchuan raised the knife in his hand...

"So far."

Mo Che grabbed Ao Pingchuan's wrist and pulled him away. Ao Pingchuan wanted to fight back, but Mo Che confronted him a few times without changing his expression, but pushed him away without a trace.

Seeing this, Xia Bai'an quickly pulled Wu Yue aside: "Ao Pingchuan just doesn't know about Lin Qingya, why did you get into a fight with him, I'm really not afraid of being stabbed to death!"

Wu Yue was dragged and staggered a few steps, and managed to stand still, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not afraid. Ao Pingchuan is afraid that my mother-in-law will not wake up for a while and cannot be a witness for Lin Qingya. He will urge me to fabricate facts and testify for Lin Qingya."

"I, I really don't hate Lin Qingya that much. I know that he just wanted to slaughter the nobles. It was the nobles who used us as a shield... But the swords in the hands of the Li people did indeed take the lives of my brothers and sisters. I ...I can't give false testimony for him!"

Tears flowed from May's one eye.

Xia Bai'an frowned when he heard that, Mo Xue and Lin Miaomiao also ran over with handkerchiefs, one left and one right wiped Wu Yue's tears.

Lin Miaomiao's eyes were red: "Grandpa himself said that killing is killing, there is no reason... Uncle Ao is too much, how can he take the lives of Aunt Yue's relatives as nothing."

"That's right, Uncle Ao also said that he couldn't find the portrait of Grandpa Lin, but this matter is urgent, and now we need to act urgently... If we act urgently, can we perjure him!" Mo Xue was also indignant.

Wu Yue heard the two children say this, and felt the distress in the eyes of the two children. The heart that should have been like a stone slipped into a warm current.

Sobbing, she buried her head in Xia Bai'an's shoulder beside her, and finally burst into tears.

This is not in Tuya.

Nor was she under Wang Shu's protection.

Being a slave in a foreign country, there are still people who are willing to speak for themselves and think for themselves.

Wuyue felt like a human being for the first time—she had something to hold on to and the possibility of being loved.

Xia Bai'an felt a little distressed when she heard her cry like this.

"Cry as if you were crying for your dead brothers and sisters."

And the other side of the courtyard.

Ao Pingchuan also fell to the ground with a dazed expression.

And the long knife in Mo Che's hand was still firmly resting on his neck, his gaze was cold.

"Calm down?" he asked.

But Ao Pingchuan didn't reply.

Mo Qian and Mo Yu were afraid that their father would really kill him, so they grabbed Ao Pingchuan's arm from left to right.

Mo Yu said anxiously: "Let's sit down and talk slowly if we have anything to say, otherwise people will give false testimony."

Mo Qian also nodded: "You don't care about this matter. If the trouble continues, Daddy will really do it."

The voices of the two children were still crisp.

But Ao Pingchuan raised his head slowly, the eyes that were still filled with chill just now were now empty and dull, as if venting his anger, he suddenly raised his hand and hammered his chest, making a muffled sound.

Mo Yu was startled, and rubbed his chest for him: "Be careful that the hammer breaks."

"It's best if it's broken, I... I just don't deserve to be Lin Qingya's adoptive son! I don't deserve to be called his uncle!"

Ao Pingchuan shouted hysterically.

Mo Che was impatient, and the blade in his hand was a little closer to his neck. He was about to use force to teach him a lesson, but he saw Ao Pingchuan slowly raised his head, his voice trembling.

"Mo Che, I don't have time to speak slowly and wait slowly."

Mo Che steadied the blade in his hand and sensed something was wrong.

The next moment, Ao Pingchuan suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "My brother, he died in the frontier."