Tang Yixiu had long expected that such a day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. He frowned tightly, folded his slender legs, and thought seriously, "It's better to leave your organization as soon as possible."
It’s good to avoid long nights and many dreams.”
Yi Xuan also neglected this point. At that time, he only wanted to protect them, but did not consider his own identity. He looked remorseful and said, "Don't worry, I won't let them hurt my sister. Brother Yi Xiu, I still want to trouble you."
one thing……"
Black, endless black.
She couldn't forget the end at a glance, there was never a way out, she could only run around, her steps became chaotic. In this closed space, she could only hear the clicking sound of her shoes on the ground.
This is where?
Where is she?
Dad, Xiaoxuan, where are you? Even my mother is leaving me, don’t you all want me?
Xiao Mo has always been very good. Did something make you angry, so he ignored me? Don't ignore me, don't...
She went back to the time when she was nineteen years old, her father's portrait, her brother's cold body, and her unconscious mother. Those were her family members, and then she had nothing.
Xiaomo, Xiaomo.
Someone was calling her, behind her, she turned around quickly because the voice was so familiar, it was her mother, that was her mother.
But there was only darkness behind her, and a cliff of ten thousand feet was right behind her. There was what the world calls the eighteenth level of hell, with roars, shrill screams, and the ghost who was about to be tortured to death. It turned out that she had really arrived.
Hell, a pair of withered hands stretched out towards her from the bottom of the cliff. Liang Yimo could only see a pair of green eyes in his cheekbones. He only said two words in a terrifying and sinister way, "Save me..."
Then a pair of big hands like devil's palms stretched out from behind and dragged the ghost to the cliff. There was only a shrill scream from the cliff, and then it returned to normal. The rolling magma might explode at any time.
, and even looked at it with a hint of fear.
"Xiao Mo." Someone tapped her shoulder in the darkness. She turned around and saw that the person was her mother. She became anxious for a moment, "Mom, why are you here? Go back quickly. This is not the place for you.
Go back quickly."
But her mother didn't seem to hear it, and kept walking towards the cliff clan behind her. She said that it was almost too late. Liang Yimo grabbed her mother's hand to stop her and said, "Mom, you can't go over there. This is not the place for you to stay. Come with me."
go back."
Why would mom come here? Even if her soul wanders, she will still be in heaven. This place is obviously the eighteenth level of hell. Why would she come here?
This is no place to play.
Cao Qinmo stopped, looked at Liang Yimo up and down for a long time before seeming to remember something, grabbed Liang Yimo and walked to the side, her face was not very good, "Xiao Mo, you hurry up and get out of here, this is no place to stay.
"
Liang Yimo took his mother's hand and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about? We want to go together."
She had a feeling that something was wrong with her mother. If she let go, her mother would really not be able to come back. She held her mother's hand tightly and did not let go at all. She was very uneasy and sighed from above her head, "Silly child."
…”
She looked up in surprise and saw a very peaceful smile on her mother's face, and the kindness in her eyes was something she had never felt before.
"I'm sorry Mom can't accompany you anymore. You must be happy, otherwise Mom will leave uneasily..."
The palms of her hands suddenly became empty, and the mother in front of her suddenly turned into a white light, turning into a ray of light in the darkness, burning the dark dream. Before she had time to react, the white light pushed her out of the dream and returned to reality.
"mom……"
Liang Yimo stood up from the bed, her forehead covered with a layer of fine sweat, and the pungent smell of disinfectant hit her nostrils. She immediately looked around, her eyes losing focus.
A pair of warm hands stretched out and held her, "Your blood sugar is very low and you need to rest more now..."
"Where's my mother?" Liang Yimo grabbed the visitor's hand and asked nervously.
Yi Xuan's body visibly stiffened, and he put his arms around Liang Yimo's shoulders and hugged her, "Don't worry, Auntie just fell asleep. She'll be fine after a while..."
No one noticed the thick moisture in the eyes of this tall man, but he was better at pretending than others. No one noticed his sadness and heartache. Only he knew that it was the heartache when his relatives passed away.
A relative has already passed away, and he doesn't want to lose his only relative.
Mom, I'm sorry.
Yi Xuan secretly clenched his fists. They would definitely protect their sister and... avenge their mother.
Liang Yimo seemed to have felt something and kept insisting, "No, I want to see my mother now."
The omen in the dream seemed to be in front of her, and she couldn't help but worry. She hoped that it was just a dream and that she would see a healthy mother later.
Seeing her persistence, Yi Xuan had no choice but to break her head and make her look at him seriously, hoping that his next words could distract her attention, "Sister, look at me, I am Xiaoxuan, I am your brother
Xiaoxuan!"
"Xiao Xuan?" Liang Yimo was stunned, and then her eyes were filled with joy. Her hands came back and forth to caress Yi Xuan's face, "Are you really Xiao Xuan? My brother? No, Xiao Xuan is dead. Why?"
If you are still alive, who are you?"
She still remembered that although Xiaoxuan looked very good-looking, she was not as refined as him. The aura on his body made her very strange. From the initial surprise to the final suspicion and vigilance, who was he and how could he know this?
What is the purpose?
Seeing his sister happy and diverting her attention, Yi Xuan was also very happy. He took Liang Yimo's hand and put it on his shoulder, "Sister, do you still remember this place? This was when I was in the third grade, and the school was full of ghosts.
A pot of flowers fell down on the wound. At that time, you held me and blew on me and said it didn't hurt. Xiaoxuan is a man and shouldn't cry..."
Those memories were bitter. Yi Xuan seemed to have just opened the chat clip, fearing that Liang Yimo's disbelief would come back to him again, "This is the scar left by the fall when I skipped school to dig out bird eggs when I was in sixth grade. You
I'm still here, you said at that time that I deserved it and didn't know how to care for small animals, but in the end you secretly applied the potion on me while I was sleeping...and..."
Memories come flooding in like a tide.
Like a stream, flowing slowly through your heart...
Liang Yimo looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him in astonishment, with disbelief in his eyes as he looked at him, "Are you really Xiaoxuan?"
The scars on the body can be faked, but not everyone can steal those secret topics and memories between the two of them. She still remembers her own mood, the pity and despair, when she received Xiaoxuan's death certificate.
came to my mind again.
So far, such a living life has left her, but now God has played a huge joke on her. Her brother is not dead!