Chapter 847: Don’t Hurt My Mother

"Aww! Mother..."

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

Su Qi took a look and slightly slowed down the hand shaking the Soul-Eating Bell.

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

Could it be that the female God of Cookery panicked, or..., Su Qi frowned and looked at the mother and daughter.

"Little Master, 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 and big eyes crying, looking at Su Qi pleadingly.

"I still have the same question. 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 object selection?"

Su Qi just wanted to know this, why did the holy object choose him, or was the female God of Cookery lying about this 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 reluctant to speak out.

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

"ah……!"

The little girl held her head and rolled fiercely on the ground in pain.

"Xiang'er, Xiang'er..."

The woman wanted to go over and hug the little girl, but she was so painful that she hugged her head and rolled around!

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

The woman was sweating profusely from the pain and struggled to hold Xiang'er.

Su Qi looked at the little girl on the ground and couldn't bear to cause them pain.

"Say it!"

Su Qi looked at her coldly.

The woman slowly raised herself up and slowly took off the scarf on her face. Under the scarf, a large piece of the woman's cheek was rotten and bleeding with pus. It looked horrible.

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

If Su Qi saw it correctly, the poison had been in her body for many years and had not been cured. The poison only showed up on her face when it penetrated her heart and lungs.

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

"Young Master, I look at your extraordinary clothes and the faint smell of medicine. You must be an alchemist. Please, save my mother! Xiang'er will repay the Young Master's kindness even if she is a cow or a horse."

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

Su Qi frowned, "You have a good nose, but the poison in your mother's body has seeped into her heart and lungs. Even if there is an antidote, she is hopeless. You must already know this."

Su Qi looked at the ashen expression on the woman's face and guessed that the woman knew that the poison in her body could not be detoxified.

"How could it be possible, mother...!"

The little girl turned back to look at her mother. Looking at her expressionless mother, the little girl was stunned with tearful eyes.

"Mother, have you known this for a long time?"

"Xian'er, my mother knows that she doesn't have much time left, so over the years, she has been trying to use the food festival to sacrifice to the God of Cookery to save more money for Xiang'er. However, my mother is too domineering. In the past five years, she has not saved any money. Come on, Xiang'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you, it's my mother who has dragged you down."

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