She spoke slowly and sang softly.

"Yun'erfei, Yunerfei..."

The singing attracted Ning Zhuo. He mustered up the courage to first open a small slit in the quilt, then slowly widened the opening, and finally stuck his big head out.

He stared blankly at the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, and gradually became convinced that she was his mother.

Tears filled his eyes. When the song ended, he threw off the quilt, ran at full speed, and suddenly ran into Meng Yaoyin's arms.

He shouted, tears rolling down his face: "Mother——!"

"Zhuoer, my dear Zhuozi." Meng Yaoyin held Ning Zhuo in her arms and stroked the back of Ning Zhuo's head. She was extremely emotional, but no tears fell.

…

Since mother and son recognized each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer endured the pain of separation, secretly taking care of Ning Zhuo every day and secretly teaching him his studies.

The main thing taught is the art of mechanism.

You only know how precious it is when you lose it.

Ning Zhuo stood close to Meng Yaoyin, listening carefully to every word she said.

"Mother, mother." Ning Zhuo called softly.

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Ning Zhuo huddled in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looking up at her with innocent eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "Mom, you can't do it if you don't pay attention in class."

Meng Yaoyin lowered her head, kissed Ning Zhuo's forehead gently, and apologized softly, while the haze in her heart secretly expanded.

She knew it was caused by evil spirits.

At first, she was almost undetectable in her spirituality. Soon, some faint purple thoughts appeared.

Nowadays, these purple meanings are already strands.

Scenes from the past began to happen again, and Meng Yaoyin knew that her time was once again running out.

Her heart was filled with sadness and hesitation. She didn't know how to explain the truth to Ning Zhuo.

…

A sneaky figure appeared near Ning's house.

Meng Yaoyin took action decisively.

thump.

The sneaky figure hit the ground.

When Ning Zhuo saw this scene, he was shocked, his face turned pale, and he stammered: "Mother, mother, mother, you, you killed, killed someone?"

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He acts sneaky and has a lot of cultivation, so he is probably a habitual thief. However, he is not dead yet, it is just a small punishment."

When Ning Zhuo saw the unconscious figure lying on the ground, he was shocked and showed a look of intolerance and pity: "He is still a child just like me."

"Mom, tell me, if we leave him here, will he bleed to death?"

Meng Yaoyin smiled slightly: "You want to save him?"

"Yeah!" Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

Meng Yaoyin thought that she didn't have much time left, so she might as well take this opportunity to teach Ning Zhuo a profound lesson, and said, "That's up to you. It's just what you want to save. Do it yourself, don't rely on your mother."

Ning Zhuo was immediately happy: "Thank you, mother!"

He obtained permission and hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the small courtyard.
Chapter completed!