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But nothing came of it.

Could it be that she had the wrong starting point, impossible?

Sitting on the chair that belonged to Yeming, Nanxing's whole body collapsed, compared to the wide and soft black chair, she was really too thin.

Her eyes fell on Yeming's desk, staring at the mystery in it, everything was almost arranged according to a certain painting, Nanxing was sure that she had seen that painting.

But when?

With the still remnants of the scene in his memory, Nanxing found the most important thing, and it was also in the most central place, which was a pen.

And that pen!

Nanxing's eyes contracted violently, why did she feel familiar, because that painting was Zhu Li's painting!

Once Zhu Li also specially explained this painting to her, about the skills of painting, about the Zhu family - the inheritance of generations!

And this pen, Nanxing picked it up, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble, this is the brush that Zhu Li uses the most.

Why, these things are here!

On this desk that you face day and night!

At the same time that Nanxing was shocked, there was a sound behind the chair behind her, and Nanxing swept over, it was the secret passage she had been looking for for a long time.

Why? Why? Why?

Why is this happening!

All reason flew away in this instant, and Nanxing entered the secret passage, and the moment she entered, the door was closed from the outside.

Nanxing has been here for a while, and she doesn't know exactly how long it will be, but she only knows that her heart feels heavier with every step she takes.

Julie's paintings, those she couldn't find, were now overwhelmingly appearing in front of her. Every pair, every piece, is delicately framed, as if worshipping, remembering......

After Nanxing became famous and rich, she wanted to buy all of Zhu Li's paintings back, but she couldn't find any of them.

And here, there are so many, so many......

Nanxing sat there a little weakly, Yeming and Julie, between them?

Like a song of hell in the dark night, every rhythm hits the heart.

Zhu Li's voice also kept jumping into her head.

"Nanxing, did you come to see me?"

"My dear little star, you've grown up!"

……

"Na, why do you dare to come to see me, didn't I say it, my favorite daughter, I hate you!"

"Why were you born, you shouldn't be in this world!"

"Why are you still alive and well, shouldn't you die? Why are you still alive! ”

"Now, I'm so lonely here, little star come and accompany me, so that we can be together forever and forever."

Julie's voice came from all directions, and her face appeared in front of Nanxing's eyes in front of her in front of her in

Round, broken, like a mirror has been broken. Many, many Zhu Li stretched out their hands to her, it was a hugging action, Nanxing couldn't help but reach out and wanted to touch, but at the moment when they were about to make contact, Zhu Li grabbed her neck violently.

The feeling of suffocation, not being able to breathe turned out to be like this. It was as if the air in the lungs had been emptied, and the whole consciousness was like watery despair.

Julie, are you here to greet her?

Now, Julie, Nanxing misses you so much.

"Now, Mom, why do you want to leave me alone to live so desperately?"

"Tell me!"

"The night is so dark that the stars can't illuminate it, they will only be overwhelmed by the night."

"Maybe it's better to die like this, and then I'll be free."

Death seems to have been tired of her, but he has always refused to take her away. Wandering on the brink of death, between heaven and hell, tormented between light and darkness.

There are many, many ways to make people live but not as good as dead, just like Ling Chi at this moment.

Obviously, I felt that I couldn't breathe, but my thoughts were unusually clear, and my senses were still so keen, and I felt that the strength in my neck was increasing little by little, depriving this body of vitality.

Here, there is wind, no complaints.

If it was Julie who wanted her life, then it would be better to take it like that, anyway, her life was given by Julie.

But she didn't understand why Julie wanted her to die, and why she hated her!

So......

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In another room, Yexi's heartbeat seemed to stop, and on the screen in front of him, the young man was pinching his neck, getting harder and harder, and his face had turned purple.

His mouth muttered Julie, death, mother......

There is no one around, only "him", but "he" is like talking to someone!

There is smoke floating around, it is very lingering, it is medicine! It's a medicine that can make people hallucinate!

This secret room!

Yexi had never seen it before, he turned his head sharply and met the eyes of the person who brought him in, "Dad, he's Julie's child!" ”

Yeming looked at the suicidal boy with a faint expression like a majestic old man. Yes, it's Julie's child, but, "So what? Such a fragile person is not worthy of her children. ”

"Dad!"

Yexi had never seen such an expression on Yeming's face, a little depressed, a little disappointed, and a little bitter......

As early as when she found this intruder and saw his face, Yeming trembled a little. That face, too similar, too similar, too much like the face that had been sealed.

Julie, the woman who deceived herself. How many years have you not heard of this name?

It seemed like a century had passed, but he still remembered her vividly. It's ridiculous!

The only woman who deceived herself, how dare she die, how dare she die like that! Resolute and poignant......

Yeming looked at the screen, the boy's face hit his heart again and again, he hated that woman, so ......

Yexi looked at each other slightly for a while, and then took the lead in defeat. Because he saw despair, such blood-devouring eyes, his father would never let Nanxing go.

He wants to let Nanxing, who has already hallucinated, kill himself by himself, such a cruel death.

Believers who keep to it can't escape their fate after all.

God, the wise man who lives forever, has long since forsaken his people.

The dripping blood continued to fall, the huge curtain was lifted, and the man imprisoned in the cross by nails became familiar faces.

Nanxing, is this your end?

What a nightmare, what a thrilling journey, what a heart full of holes?

Makes you so disgusted with yourself?