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"what on earth do you want?!"

Father Mo finally couldn't help it and spoke coldly to Mo Hanyu.

"……what?"

Mo Hanyu looked up blankly, not understanding where his sudden emotion came from.

"You promised me before that you could protect yourself, but this is the result? What were you thinking when you were trapped in the ground by that monster?" Mo's father asked Mo Hanyu so suddenly that he was stunned for a moment, and then he answered honestly.

"I... because I am an evil cultivator, there are a lot of people over there, so I will definitely attract a lot of attention. If I am exposed, I will be in trouble." Mo Hanyu looked innocent.

Father Mo choked up, then said, "So you just watched the monster run towards you? You just waited patiently for it to crush your head?!"

As he spoke, he seemed even angrier.

"How did you survive that?"

Mo Hanyu: ...

Mo Hanyu was a little confused.

He didn't know what his father wanted him to do. At first he thought that Father Mo was afraid that he would bring him trouble, but now he said this again...

Mo Hanyu's heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably. The sudden thought made him tremble a little. He felt like he was hit by a stick. He felt a little hopeful because of the sudden idea.

"Then... if people find out, will it be okay?" Mo Hanyu tightened his fingers, turned his head stiffly, looked up at Father Mo, and his eyes fell on the cold corners of Father Mo's mouth. His eyes fluctuated slightly, "Won't it be troublesome?"

"It's indeed troublesome." Father Mo glanced at him coldly, and frowned when he saw his expression. "So you just want to die and get over it? That's good. You won't have to worry about these troubles once and for all."

Mo Hanyu: ...

Father Mo said, pulling the corner of his lip with a somewhat sarcastic smile: "Remember to find a better family in your next life."

Mo Hanyu: ...

"I don't think so..." Mo Hanyu's voice weakened.

"Of course you didn't think about it, you just did it." Father Mo sneered.

Mo Hanyu: ...

Mo Hanyu felt a little aggrieved, but he didn't say anything. His lips pursed unconsciously as he looked ahead. His tear glands couldn't stop secreting big drops of tears that flowed down his eye sockets.

"Why aren't you talking?" Father Mo didn't hear a response for a long time, so he turned his head to look. Mo Hanyu was stunned by his sudden action, and tears fell instantly.

With the first tear, the rest went exceptionally smoothly.

Mo Hanyu wanted to stop, but she couldn't stop no matter what. She could only wipe away her tears and wanted to explain to her father, but she couldn't utter complete words because of sobbing.

"I... I didn't mean to do this." Mo Hanyu couldn't wipe it clean with one hand, so he rubbed his eyes with both hands, rubbing them until they turned red, but it didn't work at all.

She didn't hear Father Mo's voice. She looked down at the man's black and gold boots and tried her best to stop crying, but it backfired and she even started to hiccup.

Mo Hanyu was in a panic, his mind was blank. Since he became conscious, he had never lost his composure like this in front of his father.

Because in his memory, Father Mo always looked like a person who kept strangers away and acquaintances away, with a cold face and an extremely cold and sharp aura, which made Mo Hanyu dare not act coquettishly or behave in a willful manner in front of him.

So Father Mo asked him to stay at home, and he was always obedient and never disobeyed. Father Mo brought Wu Su to do the awakening for him, without any outsiders involved.

He was looking at the completely black crystal ball, then at Father Mo's grim expression, not understanding why he was angry, but he did not ask. As usual, he sat there quietly, looking at Father Mo obediently.

In the next few days, his father was no longer cold to him. Although he still didn't let him go out, he would stay with him in his room more often - although he didn't really want to face his father with such a murderous look.

But Mo Hanyu was still very happy. Did this mean that his father valued him? Would he be able to go out and make friends like his elder brother?

This is what he thought when his father taught him how to find the way and read the map;

This is what he thought when his father taught him to fight and threw him to the ground with one hand so that he couldn't get up for a long time;

He still thought so until his father handed him the sheepskin map.

He thought his father was just not good at expressing himself and still loved him after all, but when he heard Yin Xihui say that, his heart couldn't help but waver.

What does it mean that coming here is basically preparing for the child's death? Doesn't his father want him to survive?

Mo Hanyu thought this was nonsense and tried hard to recall it in his mind, trying to find some evidence.

But he couldn't find it.

Mo Hanyu's hands and feet were cold and his eyes were blank.

He found that he could not find any evidence that his father loved him. His father had always been the same, tall, calm, and cold...

Mo Hanyu vaguely thought that his father seemed to have never hugged him before.

The only close contact seemed to be when I was beaten.

When Mo Hanyu returned home, he thought that after going through so much, he could stand in front of his father and proudly tell him that he had friends and partners he could trust, and he could oppose his father's act of locking him up...

But he was wrong.

The moment Mo Hanshang brought him back home and the moment his father set his eyes on him, what he felt was not the joy and warmth of reunion, but coldness.

Why, why are you looking at me like this? Father...

Mo Hanyu wanted to ask a question. He didn't want to rely on the thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time to get the answer. He wanted to stand in front of his father, look into his eyes, ask him this question, and then get the answer.

But he didn't have the courage.

The moment his eyes met his father's, he felt only endless panic, and a cold and suffocating feeling surrounded him. Facing his father's words, he could not muster the slightest intention to refute.

Mo Hanyu was indescribably flustered at this moment.

He had never lost his composure like this in front of his father before, so much so that he didn't dare to look into his father's eyes. He could only keep wiping the tears from his face and trying to calm himself down.

Just when Mo Hanyu was about to stop, Mo's father bent down and gently picked him up.

"Why are you crying?" Father Mo frowned, his face still looking unhappy, but his movements were gentle. He held him in his arms with one hand, and circled him with just one hand, letting him sit firmly in the crook of his arm.

Mo Hanyu was completely stunned. He felt uneasy at first, and then cried even harder.

Father Mo's brows were twisted together as he looked at the crying child in his arms.

Was it to prevent him from playing with his friends? But he also saw that if he hadn't intervened, he might have been smashed into two pieces by the monster.

Father Mo's mouth hardened and his black eyes turned slightly.

But speaking of it, this child really didn't have many friends since he was young. It would be great if he could make some friends there. Han Yu should cherish them very much. Those kids also seemed to care about him a lot, especially the one from the Qin family...

As Father Mo was thinking about this, the scene of Yin Xihui dragging the man over suddenly appeared in his mind.

But that boy doesn't look normal...

Father Mo was thinking, whose ten-year-old child——

wrong.

It seems to have come from that place, so it seems normal to say so.

In just a few seconds, Father Mo's mind turned several corners. Seeing that Mo Hanyu was still crying in his arms, he finally had to give up his decision and said helplessly.

"Don't cry. I'll let you go back." Father Mo looked at him coldly with a frown, "But I want to be by your side."

Mo Hanyu was really surprised this time. He stopped crying and just stared at his father blankly.