At the moment of the fire, a figure rushed out of the jungle.

"Yue'er, be careful. ”

The figure pushed Risha away, and was knocked down by the corpse in her place.

Countless grievances permeated this heroic child, and the dead exchanged their souls for the "enemy" to never be reborn.

The wind blew harder and the night darker.

The maid hooked the corners of her lips evilly, stood on the branches, and was dressed in a black robe stained dark red by blood, condescending, looking down on the chess pieces struggling in the chessboard like a god's mansion.

The soul that was forced into the extreme, the endless hatred scattered the seven souls and six spirits, just to devour the enemy.

The perfect trap, the perfect position, but the trapped person is not the perfect prey.

I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that there would be a person who was willing to give up his life for this pervert.

It's a shame that the perfect chess game is no longer perfect.

The maid's fingertips moved slightly, narrowing her narrow eyes. It was a bit unexpected.

The biting cold wind blew, and the leaves flying all over the sky seemed to form sharp blades, using the leaves as blades, like ten thousand arrows.

"Father?!" was Risha's questioning and surprised tone.

The maid raised her delicate eyebrows lightly. She looked at it fixedly, it was actually Han Xiangying! What is the situation?

No wonder, no wonder Han Xiangying was talking to Lisha at the beginning. So he always knew that it was her daughter, and judging from the current situation, Lisha had already recognized Han Xiangying.

Lisha didn't agree to understand it, after all, it involved her eternal nightmare, the cause of her fall demon.

But why didn't Han Xiangying say anything? If she didn't care about his daughter, then it would be acceptable not to recognize each other. But if you don't care, why do you want to speak for her again and again, and want to protect her, or even give your life for her?

With such a strong resentment just now, even a person who has not cultivated can feel the danger, let alone Han Xiangying, who can sit on the position of the city lord of Hancheng. Why would he step forward to save someone who hates him, knowing that there is danger, what kind of reason drives a person who can occupy a place in this most chaotic interface to give up his life, and even his soul?

Thinking about it, the mist blocking the maid's eyes seemed to disperse, and there was a hint of clarity in her eyes, and her pupils dilated.

The maid looked at her hand, as if shocked.

But soon, the mist slowly gathered in front of me. She glanced at it and stopped what she was doing.

The wind blade, which originally looked like a father and daughter spreading past, was reduced to a leaf falling to the ground. When I looked up again, the figure of the beautiful moon had long disappeared from the branches.

Layers of dark clouds piled up in the deep sky, and at this moment finally overwhelmed and turned into a torrential rain, and the icy and biting rain fell on people's bodies, with a chill that could penetrate the bones.

Lisha looked at Han Xiangying lying in a pool of blood in a daze, she felt that the blood was so disgusting for the first time.

After a moment, the harmless smile on her face vanished. She strained her face and couldn't see any emotion, she seemed calm and indifferent. Her eyes were plain, and every detail of her body was disguised to be extremely perfect, as if Han Xiangying had not affected her at all.

She knelt on the ground, staring at Han Xiangying's eyes coldly, her eyes were slightly sluggish, and she murmured, "Why?"

Han Xiangying coughed lightly, "Yue'er...... Sorry ......"

Risha's astonishing control was worn out at this moment, and he knew how many years she had waited for this sentence, from disappointment to despair. This sentence came too late.

The girl's amber eyes reflected the surrounding scenes, and the scenes of the past seemed to be right in front of her.

From a carefree childhood to. Darkness of hell.

Lisha said tremblingly, "Why...... Why are you sending me there? Why...... I know the place...... What does it look like...... place...... Still...... Will...... I'll send it. There were tears in her eyes. She had fantasized about standing in front of this so-called father countless times and asking this question that had been bothering her for a long time, but there had never been a scene like this.

"I'm sorry...... This is the best option...... So that you don't be like your mother...... At least you're alive...... That's the best outcome. ”

Lisha's eyes dimmed inch by inch, like the moment when the stars were destroyed, sinking into the boundless abyss. The sharp pain in her heart at that moment was probably the most painful in her life.

"It's just your heart for my good, how do you know what I want? You're the worst father I've ever seen! Life is the best outcome, don't you know that there is a kind of life in this world that is worse than death? Why don't you tell me? Why don't you consult with me? I can make the right decision!" Lisha approached step by step, she forced herself to restrain her monstrous anger and distress, and there was an imperceptible hesitation, word by word, like a cuckoo crying blood.

That's the answer she's been waiting for decades. In the end, the person you hate is for your own good.

Perhaps this is the contradiction between parents and children. Parents want their children to be the children in their hearts, but the children have their own decisions and want to be who they are in their hearts.

In the end, both sides were well-intentioned, but in the end, they turned into an argument.

Han Xiangying could sense her daughter's suppressed anger beneath the calm surface. He simply didn't explain.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and closed his eyes.

He didn't want his daughter. From now on, I will live in guilt.

He looked into Risha's eyes, his tone calm and rational. "You are my creation. Your life is mine. Why would you die without my permission? I want you to live, that's my decision. Who are you to ask?"

"I don't need to!" Lysha's throat let out a low whimper, and the collapse in her tone was so sad and heartbreaking that it was terrible in the fierce storm and deafening thunder.

This is the first time Han Xiangying has seen her daughter's angry appearance, gloomy as if she can break all reason. Even when she was sent to that hell, she was still calm, and there was never despair in her eyes.

Seeing her daughter, she fell into a complete madness as if she had broken the last string, although she was still expressionless, but her eyes were red, as if she was stained with a thin layer of blood.

This scene reminded him of his desperate wife, who begged him to end his life.

Han Xiangying's pupils shrank, and she used the last bit of strength to clasp the girl's thin wrist. "Han Wanyue, you're crazy. Calm down. Remember our family rules: no matter what time you want, you don't have to reveal your emotions. As my daughter, as the most perfect child, as the treasure that your mother left for me. Please calm down. ”

Lisha's breathing was soft, her face was pale, but she knelt there motionless, staring at Han Xiangying with her eyes lowered and cold.

How long has it been? How long has it been since I heard my name. From the moment I entered that place, I only had a code name.

"Are you crazy, or am I crazy?" said Lisha slowly. She raised her eyes, those eyes that were always full of innocence, like a broken lake at this time, full of self-deprecation, self-loathing, and even sarcasm.

She seemed to be laughing, and she was crying.

"Father," she said. "Growing up, I only existed to make you and your mother suffer. I never needed others to give their lives for my life. Especially the people I love. ”

She looked cold and slowly stretched out her hand. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. Maybe people don't cry when they are in great grief. "I'd rather never know the truth if I could. Little by little, she broke her father's clasped fingers until her only relative's detached hand hung limply in the air. "Or just die. ”

She gently closed Han Xiangying's eyes full of concern. It's ridiculous, this person was worried about himself until the last moment before he died. What a bastard she's alike!

Lisha's eyes were down, staring at her broken hand, her eyes unblinking. The calm and waveless expression was hidden in the night rainstorm. There is an aura of destruction and oppression brewing all around him.

I don't know how long she knelt in the rain like this, but Lisha slowly got up, and in a moment of silence and suffocation, she spoke, "I'm sorry father, I lost my temper. ”

Then, she threw herself into the arms of the already cold corpse. Closing her eyes, a tear crossed her cheeks, and now she could finally mourn for her father.

For a long time, she spoke in a low voice. "But you don't know what I want. ”

Then, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Han Xiangying's eyes, pulling the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly, and her voice was very soft. "Father, Yue'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why haven't you gotten up yet?"

The sound seemed to come from far away, mixed with the rain, very indistinct.

Then, she hooked slightly, wept the corners of her lips, and provoked an innocent smile. "I almost forgot, you're dead. ”

Slowly, Han Xiangying's corpse turned into foam in Lisha's hands.

She laughed wildly, but there was no smile in the depths of her eyes, as if it was the last moment of flowers.

She stood up, her expression calm, especially calm, as indifferent as a thousand years of ice. The only change was probably that his face was getting paler, the kind of cold pale that belonged to the dead.

She picked up the dagger on the ground, dipped it in resentful fairy blood, and stabbed herself in the shoulder. A stream of blood slowly spilled from the corner of the girl's mouth, and she smiled, as if she had regained that innocence and innocence.

A ferocious pain struck suddenly, as if it was about to tear her whole body apart. She was half-kneeling on one knee, barely holding on, her long eyelashes drooping, covering her eyes, lifeless.

After a while, Lisha slowly spoke, and the first thing she said seemed to be talking to herself, her voice was like cotton wool, her voice was hoarse, and she was dyed with a sickly smile. "I just want to know how much he hurts. ”

In the end, she endured the pain and got up again, and walked alone into the deep forest, her back lonely and lonely.

She smiled, jumped and jumped, and seemed to regain her innocence, but there was always something different.

The son wants to raise but the parent is not there.

She's such an idiot.

The icy rain washed away all traces as if nothing had happened here.

The only story that records a tragic occurrence here is a piece of rubble with the inscription "Han Xiangying, Han Wanyue, Tomb of Father and Daughter." ”