There are three treasures in the home of abandoned wives and mothers

Chapter 905 Don't Hurt My Mother

"Woooo! Mother..."

At this time, a little girl ran out from behind the light gauze, and ran to the woman in white anxiously.

Su Qi looked at it, and slightly slowed down the hand that shook the soul bell.

Didn't that woman say that the God of Cookery has existed for many years?How could it be human.

Could it be that the Goddess of Cookery was lying, or... Su Qi frowned at the mother and daughter.

"Little son, please, don't hurt my mother, my mother will not eat you, please."

The little girl looked about ten years old, with a round face, tears streaming from her big eyes, and she looked at Su Qi beggingly.

"I still have the same problem. You are human beings, but why are you pretending to be the God of Cookery? Also, what's the matter with your so-called sacred objects?"

Su Qi just wanted to know this, why did the sacred thing choose him, or was the Goddess of Cookery lying about this matter, or...

When the woman heard this, she straightened up slightly and looked at Su Qi with a troubled expression.

Under the veil, her eyes were filled with tears, and she seemed very reluctant to speak out.

Seeing it, Su Qi's eyes suddenly sank, and the soul-eating bell in his hand rang instantly. This time, Su Qi didn't even let the little girl go.

"what……!"

The little girl hugged her head, rolling fiercely on the ground in pain.

"Xiang'er, Xianger..."

The woman wanted to hug the little girl in the past, but she was also rolling with her head in pain!

"No, don't shake it, I said, I, I said it."

The woman was sweating profusely in pain, struggling to hug Xiang'er.

Su Qi looked at the little girls on the ground and couldn't bear to make them suffer.

"Speak!"

Su Qi looked at her coldly.

The woman propped herself up slowly, and slowly took off the face scarf. Under the face scarf, a large piece of the woman's cheek was rotten, and pus and blood were still bleeding, which looked terrifying.

Su Qi looked at it and frowned, "Are you poisoned?"

If Su Qi is not mistaken, the poison in her body has been in her body for many years, and there is still no cure.

When the little girl heard it, she was obviously more excited than the woman.

"Young master, seeing your extraordinary clothes and the faint smell of medicine on your body, you must be an alchemist. I beg you, please save my mother! Xiang'er will repay your great kindness even if she is a cow and a horse."

Xiang'er struggled out of the woman's arms and knelt in front of Su Qi.

Su Qi frowned, "Your nose is really good, but the poison in your mother's body has penetrated into the heart and lungs, even if there is an antidote, she is hopeless, and you must have known this."

Looking at the ashen expression on the woman's face, Su Qi guessed that this woman knew that the poison in her body could not be cured.

"How come, mother...!"

The little girl looked back at her mother, and at her expressionless mother, the little girl was stunned with tears in her eyes.

"Mother, did you already know?"

"Xiang'er, my mother knows that I don't have much time, so these years, I have been trying to use the food festival to sacrifice to the God of Food to save more money for Xiang'er, but my mother's poison is too domineering. In the past five years, I just haven't saved it. For a penny, Xiang’er, it’s your mother who’s sorry for you, it’s your mother who dragged you down.”

The woman hugged Xiang'er in her arms with tears streaming down her face, and the mother and daughter cried in each other's arms. The miserable scene made Su Qi's eyes red. He just wanted to find out the God of Cookery, but he did not expect such a scene.

(End of this chapter)