"Xiao Mo!" Hayao Ruka exclaimed, covering her mouth.
Everyone ran to the door, but did not dare to touch Mo Hen.
"Ah..." The pain in his left eye became more and more intense, accompanied by a strong feeling that attacked Mo Hen's nerves.
Mo Hen knew that feeling, it was hate.
That kind of unreasonable hatred is very powerful, very powerful, so powerful that... I can't help but want to destroy everything here...
Just like that, this idea gradually turned into reality. The ground began to shake, the lights on the ceiling suddenly broke, and gravel gradually fell from the ceiling.
Yuji looked at Mo Hen's painful look, and her tears kept falling. "Xiao Mo! Xiao Mo! Wake up!! Mo Hen·Satan·Belusebabu!"
Suddenly, all the vibrations disappeared, and time seemed to stop flowing.
Mo Hen's hands covering his left eye suddenly gradually lowered, revealing his left eye glowing with fluorescent blue light and a clear blood stain under it.
"Mohen·Satan·Belusebabu...is...who..." She said intermittently, and finally fell to the ground.
Then, there was a burst of shouting.
One night five days later.
"Xiao Mo has been sleeping for five days, why haven't he woke up yet..." Li Mo looked worriedly at the sleeping figure on the bed.
"According to the situation at that time, when she wakes up, the 'Eye of Hatred' should also awaken..." Ichijo Takuma said seriously.
Everyone was silent.
Suddenly, the person on the bed moved, and then opened his eyes. The eyes were different from those of ordinary people. The left eye was a glowing blue, while the right eye was an unpredictable ink color. It was extraordinary. of strange eyes.
Beautiful...really beautiful...even though I know it is made of the power of hatred, it is still so beautiful...
"Xiao Mo...you...remember us..." Hayao Ruka's eyes were full of expectation.
"Of course I know you, the vampires in the night department." Mo Hen looked at her with indifferent eyes.
Everyone hung their heads in disappointment. Why? Xiao Mo's 'Eye of Hatred' has clearly awakened, why hasn't she remembered the past? And...where does Xiao Mo's hatred come from... ...Jiu Lanshu grasped the thing in his hand tightly. It was a bandage stained with blood red...
"Now that that's the case, I'll take my leave first. Thank you for taking care of me." Mo Hen got off the bed and walked out of the room. Although no one tried to stop him, everyone's eyes were full of sadness, the kind of sadness that comes when expectations are shattered. sad.
Mo Hen leaned against the door that was tightly closed by her.
Even though there was a door, she could still feel the atmosphere inside.
She didn't tell them that she had actually remembered them. However, the memory she remembered was only a small part, like a fingernail-sized fragment in a broken vase.
She is Mohen·Satan·Belusebabu, but she is also Lengmohen. She is the Lengmohen who does not need any partners or relatives, does not want to be involved in any disputes, and disdains any unnecessary emotions. No matter what Whether it was Mohen·Satan·Belusebabu or Leng Mohen, it was impossible to regard them as companions anymore.