Being hugged like this, Qin Hao felt a little dazed. But it's warm. It's just that her body is the same height as a woman, how does she squat down and hug herself?

When Qin Hao thought about this question, he inadvertently glanced at himself in the mirror world.

He suddenly found that in the mirror world, he had become a three-foot-long child, about six or seven years old, immature and cute, and his pink little face made people want to pinch it twice.

Moreover, the woman is wise and intelligent, and her words make Qin Hao feel at peace in his heart. At this time, he faced the demon in the mirror world...... Bad guy flapping his black wings.

It exists in the world on the other side of the mirror, and it is Qin Hao's shadow, or his heart......

It's ugly, but there's a sense of loneliness, pity, and incomprehension in its eyes. When Qin Hao felt pity and wanted to hug it, he saw that its scarlet eyes contained the aura of killing and greed.

That aura was so disgusting that Qin Hao's eyes were full of disgust when he looked at it.

Qin Hao thought he was a clean and kind child, how could he let such a filthy thing defile himself. So, he rejected the evil child.

"Hao'er, don't be afraid." The woman is stunningly beautiful with a loving smile on her face. He grabbed Qin Hao's small hand, gently pressed it against the mirror, and pressed it together with the palm of the figure, and said, "Try to be brave, abandon your cowardly so-called kindness, and accept this ugly child forever......"

Hearing this, Qin Hao nodded thoughtfully. It's just that he doesn't understand, why say it's cowardly kindness?

No matter what, Qin Hao still followed the woman's wishes, stretched out his immature right hand, opened his palm, and fit with the shadow in the mirror world.

The moment the palms of his hands touched, Qin Hao clearly saw that he was born with black wings, and a line of blood and tears flowed from his cheeks.

It's just a reflection of itself, so why is it crying......

Before Qin Hao could think about this question carefully, he felt that the world around him was spinning, and his mind was tingling. In the mirrored world, there is a mysterious force that is pulling at itself, and the spirit seems to be transmitted to the side of the mirror through the palms that are tightly together.

The foreground seemed to be blurred one by one, but some things in the depths of the memory surfaced. When Qin Hao opened his eyes in a trance, he found that his back had wings, and it was the body of that demon child that had entered it!

Could it be that this is the world of mirrors? Qin Hao looked around and couldn't help but think in his heart how he came to such an illusory world.

Despite being an illusion, Qin Hao couldn't help but be surprised by how real this world was. But there are some things that are true and false, false and real, and how much can they be believed?

In the illusory world, Qin Hao waved his wings and suspended above the bustling pavilions and pavilions of the Qin Mansion, and under his feet were glazed gold tiles, with bright folds.

The magnificent building is magnificent, and there are small bridges and flowing water, which are unique and exquisite, and the eight hundred miles of the Luo River are dripping with the purple sun from the east, rippling with golden spots.

In a peaceful atmosphere, Qin Hao couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy, so he waved his wings and flew freely in the air like a bird.

When he passed by a bustling attic, he suddenly saw a scene of disharmony. I saw a group of seven or eight-year-old children, beating up a weaker child.

There were about seven of them, all richly dressed, and all their immature fists and feet landed on the back of the child who was huddled in the corner. And the eldest child at the head spoke viciously and scolded: "Kill this wild child who has no mother!" ”

The child who was beaten curled up in the corner of the wall, holding his head in his hands, to protect himself to the greatest extent. It seems that this is not the first time he has been beaten.

After a while, the beaten child's body was covered with mud footprints, and his immature little face was full of horror, and there were some tear stains in the corners of his eyes, looking panicked and pitiful.

Seeing this scene, Qin Hao remembered that this was what really happened in his memory!

It was seven or eight years ago, when I was still young, I was often bullied by some older children. And every time she was bullied, Sister Xiaolan came out as soon as possible and guarded herself behind her.

Therefore, in Qin Hao's impression, Sister Xiaolan is the Divine Mansion and the most respectable and loving person.

Suddenly, the vision in front of me looks like a faded landscape painting, gradually yellowing and frozen. Qin Hao's soul floated out again, followed the palm back into his body, and felt the woman's warm embrace again.

The surrounding scene returns to the blue sky and white clouds, the mysterious world in the pool. It's just that in the glass mirror, what appeared was not the reflection of the sky, but the scene that Qin Hao had just experienced.

The child who waved his wings appeared in the yellowed freeze-frame picture, as a witness, witnessing the whole process of the beating.

At this time, the woman let go of the arm that was holding Qin Hao, and instead pressed his shoulder heavily, as if to convey warmth and strength to him.

Her beautiful eyes were gentle and sparkling, and she said softly: "Do you remember the picture you saw just now?" ”

"Of course I do." Qin Hao answered first, and his eyes were shining, and he recalled: "At that time, I relied on Sister Xiaolan for my life. Every time I was bullied by other children, Sister Xiaolan was the first to jump out to protect me......"

Speaking of this, Qin Hao seemed to recall the days when he depended on his sister during those difficult years. It was a difficult time, but it was extremely warm......

After hearing these words, the woman shook her head slightly. She frowned slightly, and sighed with a sense of amazement on her face: "Human beings will deliberately forget the truth that they do not want to recall, bring themselves stinging memories, and beautify themselves by deliberately forgetting and whitewashing." Isn't that another kind of filth......"

"What does that mean?" Qin Hao scratched his hair and asked very puzzledly: "My own memory, can I still lie?" Also, I hate dirty, how can I be a dirty person! ”

Speaking of this, Qin Hao seemed to be a little angry. No matter how intimate a woman is, she should not slander herself as dirty. This is very unreasonable and inexplicable.

After being questioned, the woman was not angry, but shook her head lightly, smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can read slowly, and you will naturally know." ”

As he spoke, Qin Hao's divine soul once again fell into the yellowed scroll beneath the mirrored world. And he's turned into a pitch-black wing-wielding bad boy again.