Paranoid Master Mo pampered

After such a long time, that organization... unexpectedly popped up again!

Their comeback, after all, is a disaster rather than a blessing.

Do you want to obliterate her and take away the power she carries?

The new leader of that organization really has a decisive style of handling things!

It's completely different from the previous stupid old man.

It feels... not easy to deal with.

but--

Yun Chuyao's eyes darkened, the more difficult it was to deal with, the more able to arouse her fighting spirit.

Just as she was looking far and thinking deeply, Mo Yelan, who was sleeping in her arms, suddenly trembled uncontrollably, which startled Yun Chuyao again.

She quickly looked down at the man in her arms, only to see a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his brows were tightly frowned.

what's the situation?
Having a nightmare?

Yun Chuyao also frowned, and gently touched his face with her hands, as if she wanted to comfort him.

"Mo Yelan?" She called him tentatively, but the man didn't respond, and he didn't wake up.

It's just that the body has reacted instinctively. He hugged her even harder, and he nestled in her arms, as if he was looking for warmth and comfort. He seemed extremely insecure.

It was the first time seeing Mo Yelan like this, for a while, Yun Chuyao didn't know what she should do?She could only gently stroke his face with one hand, and pat his back with the other to comfort him.

As she thought, Mo Yelan did have a nightmare.

In other words, he fell into his own nightmare again.

A nightmare that has haunted him since childhood—

He dreamed that he was back to his childhood again, and dreamed of many things that he would never dare to recall in reality, let alone mention them to others, in a mess, like a revolving lantern, constantly presented in front of his eyes.

For a while, it was the father holding a special pointer, for a while, it was the mother with an indifferent expression, for a while, it was the vast training ground of the training camp, and for a while, it was the damp, rotten and airtight small black room...

At that time, Mo Yelan was just a thin and weak child, but he didn't have the innocence of that age, his face was always pale and gloomy, without any happiness at all.

It wasn't until that girl with a bright smile appeared in his life that he gradually realized that the spring breeze is warm and the peach blossoms have colors... There are angels in this world.

"Little brother, you have to smile often! You look so pretty when you smile!" The girl smiled sweetly with bright eyes and bright teeth.

For the first time someone told him to laugh.

For the first time anyone wanted to see his smile.

The girl weaved a wreath for him out of willow branches and wild flowers. Her hands were very skillful and the wreath was very beautiful.

"Hey! Here it is for you!" She said delicately, and the breeze blew up her soft hair, which lightly brushed over his lips.

It is very fragrant, it is a kind of fragrance from nature, and it smells very good.

Since then, the girl has cast a shadow in his heart, and this shadow has gradually condensed into a kind of obsession——

He wants to get her, he must get her!

He accepted the garland the girl gave him, and was very happy in his heart.

but……

When he returned to the training camp with the wreath, he was discovered before he could hide it.

"Snapped!"

A severe slap landed on his face, and one side of his cheek instantly became red and swollen, burning with pain.

He was dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the wreath in his hand had been taken away.

It was his father, the man who was extremely strict with him.

The father threw the wreath on the ground in disgust, crushed it with his feet angrily, crushed it...

No matter how little Mo Yelan begged, his father didn't intend to stop until the wreath merged with the soil on the ground and was completely destroyed.

"Unworthy son! How dare you sneak out to play, and bring in the messy things outside! Do you want to be locked in a small dark room again, and think about it behind closed doors!"

Hearing the words "Little Black House", Xiao Mo Yelan's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Dad, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slap was slapped on the other side of his face.

His father grabbed him by the back of his neck with a big hand, and without any explanation, he dragged him towards the small black house.

He struggled and cried, but to no avail.

In desperation, he asked for help from his mother who happened to be passing by, but his mother glanced at him with extremely cold and indifferent eyes, and said:
"If you make a mistake, you should be punished. It's you who didn't live up to it, so don't blame us for being too strict with you. The old man chose you as the heir of the Mo family. Are you worthy of his trust in you now?"

Unworthy son!
You don't live up to it!

Are you worthy of the old man's trust in you?
These three sentences kept replaying in Mo Yelan's mind.

The father's face was gloomy and terrible, and the mother's expression was indifferent.

He was terrified and sweated all over his body.

After all, he was thrown into that airtight little black room, the only door leading to the outside world was closed, isolating everything.

When he was imprisoned here for the first time, Mo Yelan was very scared. The dark environment made him at a loss. He broke down and cried, knocking on the door desperately, begging his father to let him out.

But... He shouted until he lost his voice, and he didn't have the strength to shout anymore, and no one came to help him open the door and let him out.

Occasionally, my mother would come to check on his situation, but she would still not open the door for him, but would just tell him through the door: "Everything we are doing now is for your own good."

"If you want to become the head of the Mohist family, you must learn to bear all this."

"You have to strive, don't let us down!"

"You must put all your thoughts on how to become a qualified Patriarch!"

The mother has almost no emotional tone, and even has no emotional ups and downs, which keeps echoing in Mo Yelan's ears...

Yun Chuyao's eyes were concentrated on Mo Yelan's face, the sweat on his forehead was increasing, even large beads of sweat flowed from his forehead to his temples.

He frowned, his expression looked so painful.

He seemed to have had a very terrible dream, in which he seemed to be suffering some unbearable torture.

Seeing him like this, Yun Chuyao felt her heart hurt like a knife.

While wiping his sweat with her hands, she softly called his name: "Master Mo...Mo Yelan...A Lan..."

Under the nightmare, there was endless darkness. Just when Mo Yelan was about to be swallowed, he saw a bright light, and gentle calls came from the direction of the light.

The man suddenly took a deep breath and woke up from the dream. He unconsciously tightened his arms around the girl's slender waist, lying in her arms, panting heavily.

"Mo Yelan, you finally woke up!" Yun Chuyao also had sweat on her forehead, and worriedly asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Mo Yelan raised her eyes in a daze and looked at her.

The girl also looked down at him with soft eyes: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

She comforted him, coaxing the child's tone.

Mo Yelan didn't speak, just bowed up, hugged Yun Chuyao into her arms, and buried her head in her neck...