Before Ning Mo could speak, the few people suddenly heard a very slight sound outside the Shiju Gate.

Tang Xiaotang's face darkened: "Is it because of the guys in the City Guard Mansion who don't do good things all day long and specialize in bullying good people, they are back if they are not convinced?"

Tang Zheng shook his head and signaled not to be nervous: "Listen to the sound of footsteps, like a child."

"Child?" Everyone was a little surprised and followed Tang Zheng out of Shiju. Sure enough, they saw a thin boy squatting in the corner and fiddling with something.

"Little kid, this is someone else's place, don't do it randomly." Xiaotang looked at the little boy's back to several people, as if he was using fire notes and other things to ignite the fire.

Tang Zheng saw the thing that the little boy ignited, his eyes narrowed and he didn't say anything.

The little boy suddenly heard someone talking behind his back, jumped up in fear, turned his head, and replied timidly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'll leave after I've burned this little money."

The little boy turned around and everyone found that he was very delicate, with big eyes and high noses and blue eyes. He looked like a child born in the Leng family in Changyuan, but rather like a child from the Western Regions.

Tang Xiaotang looked at the little boy and thought he was playing a prank. He deliberately said with a stern face: "Buying paper money at someone else's doorstep is very rude and taboo. Don't do this in the future. Go home and play quickly."

The little boy looked at the people in front of him and seemed a little scared, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and insisted: "My mother told me to come and burn some paper money for my father these days every year. She said that this is the place where my father died, and I must finish burning it before leaving."

Hearing the little boy's words, Ning Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and his emotions that had just calmed down for a while, he became excited again. He barely suppressed his mood, slowly walked to the little boy and squatted down, and said softly: "Little boy, what's your name? How old is this year, who is your mother?"

The little boy saw Ning Mo's fearful expression suddenly eased a lot: "My name is Ling Jianing, I am nine years old this year, and my mother is Ning Ran."

After Ning Mo heard these series of answers, an elite veteran who was accustomed to life and death and was a dignified spy camp actually burst into tears on the spot.

"Uncle, why are you crying? My mother said, boys should not cry easily. Holding back tears, running forward, everything will pass. So, every time I am sad, I will go running. The year when my mother passed away, I ran all night and stopped until I couldn't run. But it was really useful. When I ran to the end, I seemed to be able to see my mother running in front of me, running and smiling at me." Ling Jianing stretched out his hand, wiped off the tears from Ning Mo's face, and comforted him.

Ning Mo was originally having emotions and wanted to ask Ling Jianing whether his sister Ning Ran was still alive. As a result, before he could ask, he got the answer from Ling Jianing.

Ning Mo lowered his head, raised it for a long time, touched Ling Jianing's head and continued to ask: "Then... did your mother mention a person named Ning Mo to you?"

Ling Jianing nodded and said in surprise: "How do you know, do you know my uncle? My mother often mentions it to me and says that my uncle is a big hero, but...every time I hear my mother tell her uncle's story, I always feel that she is a little sad."

When Ning Mo heard this, he couldn't help but hold Ling Jianing in his arms and choked and said, "I am Ning Mo, I am your uncle, I am your uncle, I am come to see you!"

When Ling Jianing heard this, he was a little embarrassed and said, "You are my uncle?! That's great. Xiao Ning finally has relatives again and is no longer alone!"

When everyone heard Ling Jianing's words, they couldn't help but feel sad.

Ning Mo even cried like rain again. The right way is that men don’t cry easily, but they have not reached the sad place.

However, Ning Mo's tears are half sad and half excited. What is sad is that his sister Ning Ran dies early, and his nephew is lonely. What is excited is that God finally gave him a glimmer of hope and let the two remaining relatives reunites reunite.

"That's right, you are no longer alone, your uncle will always be with you!" Ning Mo said with Ling Jianing tightly in his arms.

Everyone looked at the small piece of arm exposed when Ling Jianing was hugged by Ning Mo, with some shallow scales on it. It was indeed a descendant of the Ling Li clan. While sighing for Ning Mo's family, they couldn't help but admire Tang Zheng's reasoning for the new generation.

Except for his mischievous confusion of Ning Mo with Leng Zhan's sister's name, he made a big fuss.

"Okay, since your relatives are reunited, let's go back. Ning Mo, you can take Ling Jianing to live in my house. Anyway, my house is big and I have a place to stay! Moreover, Daji is also a half-demon, so he should be able to get along well with the little guy."

"As for this child going to school in the future, he probably has to study at home. After all, he has a special status and should not go directly to a martial arts school or a private school for learning culture like other children. However, I am the Master myself, and Qingyan and Ning Mo are both cultural people, so this should not be a problem." Tang Zheng waved his hand and arranged it directly.

Ning Mo had made up his mind to raise Ling Jianing well for his sister, but now he is already Tang Zheng's slave, and he cannot decide many things by himself. He was still thinking about how to beg Tang Zheng to promise to take Ling Jianing with him, but he didn't expect Tang Zheng to think about it directly for him.

When he was moved, Ning Mo knelt down directly: "Lord, please accept Ning Mo's greeting."

Ling Jianing, who was beside him, looked at Ning Mo's reaction and knelt down in a daze.

Tang Zheng quickly pulled the two of them up and smiled, "Master, are you calling me too old? How about the princess? Well... it doesn't seem to be suitable. Forget it, you should call me Young Master Tang, or Young Master Tang, etc. in the future. Well, it's a pity that I'm not the third one at home."

So a group of people returned from Shiju to the world's famous house. No one expected that the mystery that Ning Mo had been struggling with for ten years would end up like this.

When Daji and Tianxiang saw Xiao Ning, they really liked this well-behaved and sensible little Shota who had a unique charm with mixed races and unique charm. They took him directly to arrange a new room and residence.

Ning Mo looked at his nephew who had just met again and got along very well with the two beauties. He also showed a long-lost smile on his face, and he felt even more grateful to Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng looked at Ning Mo and Xu Qingyan standing by his side, and couldn't help but feel proud. Both were talented, one was talented, good at chasing, and had extraordinary experiences. The other was from the military, good at planning, and good at using crossbows. When these two men cooperated with him, they were simply as an assassin's iron triangle. Whoever wanted to die in the third update, would never leave five updates!

"Ning Mo, would you like to take on the assassination mission in Yingshan?" Tang Zheng looked at Ning Mo and suddenly asked.

The name Yingshan was like a shadow, which had been lingering in Ning Mo's heart for ten years. He heard it a little stunned for a moment, but soon he bowed and replied: "No matter what Mr. Tang's orders, Ning will never refuse."

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