Morning Star

Chapter 279 Stars, I will always be with you

It seems that the Little Demon Lord was seriously injured by Yu You, otherwise with the self-healing ability of the Little Demon Lord's body, how could he not recover after such a long time.

Thinking of this, he sighed again, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

At such a young age, he should have been protected by his elders, but now not only does he have to endure pain every day, but he also has to inherit the position of Demon Lord and manage so many things.

Just as he was feeling regretful, Chujiu had already wiped the blood from Mo Xinglan's mouth.

Seeing that he was still kneeling on the ground and had not stood up or left, Mo Xinglan asked calmly, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Um...I have something to say." Fang Hao came back to his senses.

He didn't let him go. Does he dare to leave?

Mo Xinglan raised his hand: "Stand up and talk."

After getting permission, Fang Hao stood up and said humbly and respectfully: "My Lord, most of your father's subordinates in the Mo family before his death, as well as the elders in the family who supported your father, have been rescued by the First Lord. They are now in Caolian Valley, not far from the Demon Palace."

Upon hearing this news, Mo Xinglan's calm expression finally changed.

I couldn't believe what I heard.

Chujiu also found it hard to imagine how Bai Yue'er had rescued so many people by herself and how she had brought them to the Demon Realm.

Fang Hao's expression became sad after he finished speaking. He was silent for a while and then said sadly, "My uncle was harmed by Mo Hengsong and died suddenly. The Mo family subordinates who supported my uncle were also framed by Mo Hengsong one after another afterwards."

He took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in his heart: "My elder sister was still alive at that time. She said that the first lord had just given birth to you and was already weak. Then he received the news of your brother-in-law's death. The first lord couldn't bear the blow and cried all night while holding you, who had just been born. The first lord's body was also ill because of this."

He suddenly looked angry: "A few days later, the Lord's body had not recovered yet, and Mo Hengsong forced the Lord to move you out of the original courtyard and move to the remote Xuanyu Courtyard."

When Mo Xinglan first heard him talk about his mother's time in the Mo family, he looked a little dazed, but then he came to his senses and started to listen to what he said seriously.

He didn't know all this. His mother rarely told him about her past, and even if she did, she would only talk about things related to the Demon Realm. She never told him about the suffering she had endured, and she never told him how she lived after his father passed away.

This time he will remember every word Fang Hao said about his mother, and he will repay Mo Hengsong a hundredfold in the future.

There was just one thing he couldn't figure out. He heard that his mother's cultivation level was at the sixth level of the Heavenly Venerable, which was equivalent to the sixth level of the Divine Rank in spiritual cultivation. For almost all demon spiritual cultivators today, this level was unattainable.

With my mother's strength back then, she could have easily massacred the Mo family, let alone the entire Wuzhong City where the Mo family was located. How could she have become so weak just because of giving birth to him?

While Mo Xinglan was confused, Fang Hao continued, "My sister once advised the first lord to take you back to the Demon Realm, but the first lord was unwilling to watch those Mo family subordinates who supported her son-in-law die tragically at the hands of Mo Hengsong, so she stayed in the Mo family. In the following years, every time she returned to the Demon Realm, she would bring a few Mo family subordinates with her."

At the end, Fang Hao became sad again.

Whenever he thought of what happened back then, he felt sad, heartbroken and angry.

Seeing that he stopped, Mo Xinglan asked: "What was your sister's name, and when did she die?"

He paused when he got to the second half of the sentence, feeling that asking at this time was like rubbing salt into the wound. But he really had no memory of his sister.

Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, then realized why he asked and gave a bitter smile: "My sister's name is Jinxi, which means to feel the present and remember the past. My sister passed away seventeen years ago."

After hearing his answer, Mo Xinglan fell silent.

No wonder he has no memory. He was less than one year old at that time.

Fang Hao remembered something, took out a square box, walked forward a few steps, and handed the box to him: "My Lord, ten years ago, the first Lord gave this box to me when he came back for the last time. The first Lord ordered me to give it to you when you come back."

Mo Xinglan glanced at him, lowered his eyes and took the square box.

"I have finished what I wanted to report. If my lord has nothing else to say, I will take my leave." Fang Hao took a step back and said respectfully.

"Yeah." Mo Xinglan replied softly as he looked at the square box in his hand.

Fang Hao left, leaving Chujiu and Mo Xinglan in the Experience Hall.

Chujiu walked a few steps closer and looked at the square box in his hand, then raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing some hesitation on his face, she did not speak, nor did she urge him to open it.

After a while, Mo Xinglan finally opened the square box.

In the box was a silver longevity lock for babies, strung with a red rope, and three bells hung under the lock.

Next to the longevity lock lies a rattle. The edge of the drum is painted red. The rattle is simple in workmanship and not as fancy as those sold by vendors at the market. But it is not difficult to see that the person who made it is not skilled but very attentive.

There was a red note next to the rattle.

Mo Xinglan put the box on his lap, took out the note with trembling hands and spread it out.

"Birds return to rest their boats, stars set, destiny is on the move", I hope my son can rise like the rising sun, and move towards a better future. - Mo Lingfan

Chujiu looked at that sentence silently, his heart trembling slightly.

As if he couldn't bear to read any more, the pale, trembling hand carefully folded the note back to its original place. Then the fingertips of that hand gently stroked the longevity lock and the rattle back and forth.

He held it very lightly, as if afraid of damaging it, yet he couldn't let it go. Gradually his fingers began to tremble.

The girl beside him looked at the shaking hand with concern, raised her eyes and said worriedly: "Xingxing..."

The young man's eyes, which were usually full of calmness and sharpness, now not only lost their sharpness, but were also filled with a layer of mist.

His eyes were naturally beautiful, and if they were less sharp, people would think he was harmless. But at this moment, they were misty, as if he would turn into foam and disappear in the next moment.

Chujiu felt uncomfortable watching this, so she reached out and gently held his face, asking him to look at her.

She lowered her head and kissed him deeply on the lips: "Xingxing, I will always be with you. I will accompany you to avenge your parents and spend the rest of my life with you."

His eyes looked hollow, and the whites of his eyes were almost bloodshot. His dark eyeballs were watery as if they were soaked in water. The corners of his eyes were red, and even the ends of his drooping eyebrows were slightly red. His face was as pale as someone who was about to die.

Chujiu had never seen him like this before. Her heart was instantly broken. Her lips trembled slightly and her eyes turned red, about to cry.

"Xingxing, I'm here and will be with you."

"Yeah, I know. Jiuer is here."

The girl's crying voice brought Mo Xinglan back to his senses, and the sadness in his heart was hidden away.

She raised her hands and held the hands that were holding her face, and curled her lips slightly, full of tenderness.

Even if she didn't say it, he would let her stay with him and would not let her leave.