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A thunderclap pierced the sky, accompanied by bright and piercing lightning.

The tense strings in Shen Dunian's head instantly snapped in Mu Liang's low roar.

She was so uncontrollable that she pulled her legs and rushed out of the hole.

"What are you doing in a daze!Catch her!!She's gone, you're all going to die!!" Jun Shaoya's hysterical and sharp scream was left behind Shen Dunian.

Sisi, don't be afraid, come with me!

Sisi, listen, I can't die, remember, keep running, don't look back, don't look back and hear?

Sisi ......

Sisi, Su Chaosi, the name is so good, my name is Mu Liang.

Mu Liang......

Shen Dunian was in a trance in front of him, and he stepped on the rugged mountain road under his feet with difficulty, rushing forward aimlessly.

She didn't know anything at this moment, her body didn't listen to her at all, she didn't know why she was running.

The sinister wind around her swept the shattered memories, and one scene after another crashed into her mind, those memories that smelled of blood, those memories that made her heart ache.

In this endless darkness, like a fierce beast with a bloody mouth, it strangled her neck fiercely.

I don't know how long I ran, when the cold rain poured down overhead.

Shen Dunian's weak body was in a trance, and her vision in front of her was completely blurred.

She stumbled on her feet, her shoulder slammed into the tree on her side, and she fell to her knees as she fell to her knees.

My head was splitting, and the scene in my mind gradually became clear.

Her breathing was so hot that she couldn't even feel the cold wind and freezing rain, and she couldn't extricate herself from the fire of memory.

In memory.

She was covered in blood and was held in the arms of a man in black, and her eyes stayed on the woman lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the courtyard.

The woman's mouth and nose were full of blood, her eyes were full of tears, she looked at her unwillingly and desperately, she opened her mouth hard, but Shen Dunian couldn't hear what she was saying.

She waved her arms in the man's arms, screaming and screaming and lunging at the woman.

The woman......

It's her mother.

She would help her tie her beautiful braids, help her sew beautiful clothes with her own hands, and she would often hold her in her arms and pat her every night before going to sleep.

The warm pictures of the past ten years came together, and after the warmth, there was that cruel scene.

She remembered everything that happened that night.

His father came back scarred after nine deaths.

He closed the door and said a few words to her mother, handed her a letter, and asked her to hide her in the secret passage.

She cried and begged her father to hug her again.

She kept asking, Dad, why are you bleeding, Brother Qing? Dad, where are you going, don't go.

Her father didn't look at her again.

Her mother took her with the letter into a secret room she had never seen before, and then after hiding the letter, told her to stay here.

Afterward.

Later, she faintly heard her mother's screams, she didn't know that her mother was diverting the attention of the man in black and deliberately giving her life, but she still ran out.

Before she could reach the center of the courtyard, she was grabbed by the man in black, and behind her was her mother and a sea of fire, and the tongue of fire engulfed her eyes.

The chaotic camera kept switching in her mind, Shen Dunian gasped for breath, and the cold rain wrapped her up.

Her hands and feet were cold, her whole body was trembling, and it was too painful.

Shen Dunian stretched out her hand to cover her wrenched heart and head, but she couldn't get rid of the memories that rushed to her like a flood in her mind.

Acquaintance, acquaintance, and beauty of getting along with Jun Yiqing every day, he is like the dawn in her world, the only one who walks into her young emotions.

The relationship with Mu Liang in her most difficult days made her feel infinitely indebted.

Ten years of good memories of her, days of dark experiences.

The good, the bad, all the fragments of memory, were reorganized in her mind, tearing at her nerves, Ling Chi.

"It hurts. ”