1811 Chapter 12

But if it's Si Mobai's case, that's the best. If you can't, then don't use Xi Jin.

After the thrilling incident with Little Abao, everyone's grief returned to the original point, even more intense than before, and they all looked at each other, only thinking that their family of three had suffered a lot.

"Mo Bai." Shen Borui stepped forward, wanting to persuade Si Mobai, but saw that he had already stood up with Feng Tianlan in his arms.

Seeing him move, everyone couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in their eyes, hoping that he could cheer up.

But Si Mobai held Feng Tianlan in his arms and looked ahead. His eyes, which had been dotted with peach blossoms before, were now gloomy. He could only see death and no life at all, let alone he could see others.

Si Mobai hugged Feng Tianlan directly, put her on the bed, then picked up little Abao, put him in her arms, took off his shoes and climbed up, hugging her from behind.

He didn't say a word, just hugged like this and covered the quilt.

Seeing his series of mechanical movements, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling extremely weird, but didn't know what to do for a while, and all looked at the national teacher, hoping that he could give them an idea.

"Miss Feng hopes that you will be well, I hope you can do it, don't let her down." The national teacher said lightly to Si Mobai's back.

But Si Mobai didn't make any movements, even if he moved a little.

"Let's all go out, he will always be sober, you just need to take care of the child, as for him, don't worry about it." The national teacher didn't say any more, and walked ahead.

Although he wondered why Feng Tianlan died but Si Mobai did not die, but it was impossible to know the answer at this time.

Everyone glanced at the person whose back was facing them, thinking about his usual scene, couldn't help but burst into grief again, and cried aloud.

"Miss, my husband will come to accompany you. You have to walk slowly, or you will be caught by my husband, and you will be punished."

"Miss, you should let your husband walk ahead first. The road to Huangquan is cold. If your husband walks ahead and can keep you warm, then it won't be cold."

"Also, don't move around, if you go off the road, you will have to look for a husband for a long time."

"Miss, don't be so cruel, open your eyes and look at our son, he is also infected with your poison, I'm afraid he will be with us soon, can you bear it?"

"Lady, I'm here to accompany you for my husband."

"..."

Under those affectionate voices, accompanied by the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he hugged her tightly, and also embraced the little Abao in her arms.

He spoke softly and affectionately, the more he spoke, the weaker his voice became, until finally he lost his voice.

There was no sound in the room, the silence was terrifying, and the silence made one's heart tremble.

In the middle of the night, on the sixteenth day of the eighth month, as the saying goes, the moon is fifteen and sixteen round. At this time, the moon is round like a plate, hanging high in the sky. There are people waiting outside the courtyard, but they feel very cold.

"Wow!"

Little Abao's crying sounded, giving the quiet courtyard a little bit of popularity.

Feng Shu was so sad that she passed out. At this time, Xi Lin was standing outside the courtyard. Hearing the baby crying, she hurried in and looked at Si Mobai who was close at hand. Without any hesitation, she bent down and held the baby Abao hugged him.

But immediately, she was stunned, because the air was filled with the smell of blood, and Si Mobai seemed to... lost his breath?