Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 856 I have no heart, no love, no joy...

Paul looked at her eyebrows and eyes quietly, and layers of chills passed through his heart.

Wanting to give up loving her is really a desperate and heart-wrenching thing.

He pondered, no matter in the past or now, what kind of way Mo Xiaoqi lived, he never gave up loving her, from strong to perverted madness to wanting to retire quietly now, in fact, A process of self-abandonment and compromise.

Just like what she said in Wuwanghai——

【Master, even if you spend your whole life trapping me by your side, but I have no heart, no love, no happiness, the meaning of my life is to breathe.If one day, I don't even want to breathe, then you can only hold my cold body for the rest of your life.In that way, will you be happy? 】

the answer is negative.

Even if she was panting by his side, he still couldn't be happy.

He kept her people, but he didn't have her heart.

Everything he has done in the past two years has completely proved one thing to him, no matter how much he loves her, Mo Xiaoqi is dead.

He lost everything he owned of her, including her soul.

The poor light of hope in his heart became even more disheartened after An Qiyue lost his memory.

Because, An Qiyue, who lost her memory, didn't even have the shadow of Mo Xiaoqi back then.

...

All of this was caused by him.

What made him feel even more incredible was that after being with her for the past two years, the manic and cold-blooded aura in his flesh and blood gradually softened, completely losing the sharp edges and corners.

He loves such an ordinary and stable life now, and she is within his reach.

Those days of licking blood on the tip of a knife were like the opposite of yin and yang, and he never wanted to make a comeback.

However...God, he insisted on confronting him.

He thought that such days could last forever, but obviously he couldn't.

She was sick because of his madness.

She needs that child's blood to have a chance of survival.

As for him, his life seemed to have come to an end, so he wanted to do something benevolent and righteous in his lifetime.

Saved her, fulfilled her, and made up for the mistakes I made because of obsession.

...

Paul asked Lida to prepare some fruit snacks for her, and there was an invisible mist in his eyes.

He was still calm and composed, as calm as the wind.

He said to the girl beside him: "If you insist on remembering the past, it's not impossible. As long as that little guy's serum doesn't repel yours, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Amy felt a little apprehensive in her heart, and she said, "Does a lot of blood be needed for the antidote?"

Paul frowned, and asked her in surprise, "Didn't your fleeting brother tell you?"

Amy was vaguely uneasy, "He just said, take a blood draw, it's very small, and it won't hurt the child."

Paul... swallowed the words stuck in his throat.

For an adult, 500 milliliters of blood is not much, but for a three-year-old child... the total blood in his body is only about 1000-1500 milliliters.

If not handled properly, it is a life.

Paul calmly adjusted the subtle emotional changes, and he said, "Well, about 50ml, it won't hurt the child."

Amy's dark eyes stared straight into Paul's eyes, she was judging the truth of his words.

Paul has been with her for a long time, so he naturally knows what she is thinking or worrying about.

He sneered and changed the subject, and said, "When have I lied to you? Compared with the child's 50 milliliters of blood, I have to draw 1500 milliliters of blood. In this way, do I deserve more of your concern?"

(End of this chapter)