Xue Huaijian heard it.

It wasn't his hallucination.

The child's cry penetrated into his ears and mingled with the voice in his head, like a chaotic play. On the screen, a black figure is reflected.

He lifted his sword and slashed the screen.

The figure behind the screen froze and did not move.

The man in black, his face covered, his eyes full of tears.

The sword in his hand suddenly sank like Mount Tai. These eyes! These eyes are full of tears! These are too small eyes. He knew at a glance, but he couldn't make a sound out of his mouth, and he couldn't call her name.

Why is she here?

Why?

It hurts like a pinprick in the head.

Behind Taiwei, the sound of children crying and begging for death kept coming.

He carried his sword, his face blank, and crossed over to Taiwei.

At the moment of rubbing shoulders, the hand that hung down slightly at his side clenched into a fist. The nails were embedded in the palms, and blood was oozing out, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

There was a "clang" sound in my ears.

She didn't look back, but she knew it in her heart.

This is the sound of the sword falling to the ground when it is out of hand.

"Please......"

The poor child was still pleading.

It doesn't matter who it is.

It doesn't matter if it's not the "Miss Mo" he recognizes. As long as it's a person, as long as it's someone who can do it and let him die, it's okay. He desperately opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him: "Kill...... Kill me......"

"Boom—"

Terrible thunder pierced the ground and slammed down on top of their heads.

Xue Huaijian took two steps back.

His back was against the tiny one.

The two people who were trembling had no way to speak.

Taiwei gritted her teeth.

How could he tremble more than she did? There was another thunderclap, and even the ground seemed to tremble. Taiwei turned around and was surprised to find that the person behind him covered his ears and squatted down like a helpless child.

Is it the fear of thunder?

How so?

She had been with him for so long, and she had never seen him like this.

What is the difference between that Xue Jia and him now? Taiwei looked down at his back, tears still flowing uncontrollably. Such a scene almost made her unable to think.

- Why is Xue Huaijian here?

And why is it like this?

- What should I do with a child begging to die in bed?

Her mind was full of chaos.

The heart is also chaotic.

Hot tears dripped on Xue Huaijian's back.

Damn it.

At this time, she actually ...... I even wanted to hug him...... Reassure him and let him not be afraid......

Damn it.

Taiwei let go of her clenched hand, lifted it, and quickly retracted it.

At this time, there was a sudden loud bang behind him. Someone was hurrying towards them! Too little could turn back before a hand grabbed her arm.

It's Master!

"Let's go!"

Outside, there was the faint sound of galloping footsteps.

The child in the bed screamed desperately.

Mo Shi Niang subconsciously glanced at the prestige. Just one glance burned her. From the inside out, from the heart to the eyes, it was as if it had been burned.

No wonder Taiwei is crying.

No wonder this kid asked for death.

The person on the bed no longer looks like a person.

Lying there is a life that has been destroyed.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me! kill—"

The silver light flashed and came to an abrupt end.

It was a lancet knife.

The bream on the bed smiled.

He can finally go to see his mother. The name his mother gave him because he loved to eat bream, and because he hadn't heard anyone shout it for so long, he almost forgot it.

Holy Child, Holy Child.

That's what they called him.

The high priest said that he was a descendant of immortals and was born different from mortals. But he also had to eat and sleep, and he did not have three heads and six arms. He doesn't even know how to dress himself. How is he different from everyone else?

How can he be said to be a descendant of immortals?

Is it because his father and his ancestors are also called like this?

He had never seen those people.

The high priest probably didn't either.

All this is a joke at all. And for the sake of this joke, the high priest was to make the sacrifice alive. He went from being confused, to understanding, to being confused, and finally unable to accept the decision to escape, which took three months.

It took another three months to really come up with a plan and implement it.

But it was all for nothing.

Those little beggars must hate him, right? If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have died at all. When I went down to the Yellow Spring, I would be if I could meet them. He wants to apologize, he wants to make amends, he wants to ...... Once again to be part of their family......

Even if the high priest made him a man without hands and feet.

Even if he needs help even to die.

His heart is still free.

My mother said that death is not a terrible thing. So when she died, he didn't have to be sad, because there was always a day when they would meet again. But at that time, he was too young to understand his mother's words.

Now, he's a little older, and he's finally getting it.

Death is a relief for him like this.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for saving me.

Thank you very much.

He closed his eyes and never wanted to open them again.

There was another flash of lightning and thunder.

The sound of footsteps was already close to my ears.

Mo Shi Niang dragged Taiwei and left quickly. Xue Huaijian curled up beside the broken screen, trembling, unable to stand up. The voices and images in my head gradually became clearer.

All this no longer feels like an illusion.

That night of heavy rain and thunder, like a sharp blade, split the door of memory dust.

The woman on her knees, trembling, begged for mercy.

Sentence by sentence, hoarse, but useless.

He also seemed to be on his knees.

It was a muddy mess under his knee, sticking to him so heavily that he couldn't move. The soybean-sized raindrops hit down heavily, hurting like a knife cutting flesh. And the thunder seemed to deafen his ears.

And there was a knife on the woman's neck.

"Choose. ”

"Of your two sons, I only want to kill one. ”

"But if you can't choose, I'll have to kill them all. "The man with the knife, with a blurred face, spoke in a voice that seemed pleasant.

The more the woman begged for mercy, the happier he became.

Xue Huaijian looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but burn a fire in his heart. He's going to kill this bastard! He's going to kill this bastard! But why does his face look so blurry?

The thunder grew louder and louder.

Xue Huaijian gritted his teeth and wanted to get up from the ground.

At this time, someone suddenly grabbed his hand.

It's a child's hand.

He turned his head to look and saw a man kneeling beside him.

"Don't be afraid ......"

"I'm not going to let you die. ”

"Definitely not!"

Under the heavy rain, the teenager, who looked like a complete child, lowered his voice and spoke quickly.

"Ashu, don't be afraid. ”

He looked so embarrassed, but his voice was so reassuring.

Ashu ...... Ashu ......

No!

It's not a book!

That word should be-