"Demons! You demon, why don't you die! ”

The closed door cut off everything from the outside, and through the window paper falling into the darkness of the fire in the room, a small figure stood coldly, holding a small sharp dagger in his hand, and his white pajamas were covered with large and small blood stains.

Duanmu Yurou's eyes stared at the boy in the shadows like a messenger of hell with grief, roaring wildly, the position of her heart on the left side of her chest was constantly bleeding blood, the size of the wound looked exactly the same as the dagger in the child's hand, but because the child's strength was relatively small, the wound was not very deep, so Duanmu Yurou's mind was still quite clear.

"Mother, why? Why should I die? Why? Why! ”

The boy's crisp voice sounded low in the night, and he looked at his mother, who was writhing and struggling on the ground, lifting his little legs and approaching his mother step by step.

The fire through the window became more and more abundant, and the boy's face became clearer and clearer, what a delicate and beautiful face! Even the most skilled craftsman in the world could not have carved such a beautiful face, but at this moment, this bloodstained face was filled with deep regret, as if he regretted that the blow he had given to his mother did not take her life.

He approached his mother step by step, his eyes were empty and had no focus, his eyes that were usually as black as ink turned out to be a strange purple red at the moment, the corners of his mouth were as red as if he had drunk blood, and with a smile that was almost demonic, he approached his mother who was lying on the ground in pain and struggle.

Duanmu Yurou looked at the boy who was getting closer to her, her whole body trembled with fear, and her body unconsciously retreated.

A moment ago, she just woke up from a coma, her brain was still a little dazed, and she saw the door of the room open, and a three-year-old boy stood at the door, at that moment she thought it was Beixue Yeyang, seeing that he was fine, Duanmu Yurou breathed a long sigh of relief, the boy saw that she woke up, ran to her side in a few steps, and retracted into her arms, Duanmu Yurou hugged the boy tightly, and kept comforting him in a gentle and low tone: "Yeyang, fortunately, you are fine, what if you have something to let your mother do in the future?" If something happens to you, your mother won't survive! ”

"Really? But doesn't my mother still have a younger brother in Yexue? ”

The voice of the child in her arms was muffled, and she didn't see the joy of her mother's escape from death at all, but it was a pity that Duanmu Yurou, who was relieved to see that the child was okay, didn't notice that something was wrong with the child in her arms at the moment, and she didn't even notice that the child she was holding in her arms had neat short hair.

"Mother only needs you, as long as Yeyang is fine, you're fine!"

Duanmu's voice trembled slightly, and the tone was that of a mother who loved her child deeply for the rest of her life, and she was uncontrollable excitement and joy after seeing her safe and sound child, but it was a pity that her maternal love seemed to be only given to one of her own children.

"Is that so?" The child in his arms whispered, almost muttering a word.

"What did you say?"

Duanmu Yurou didn't hear the child's words, and was about to bow her head to ask the child in her arms, when she felt a cold tingling sensation in her left chest, she looked over in shock, and found that there was a small and delicate dagger inserted in the cold, and on the handle was a white and tender little hand, and the owner of that little hand was looking at him with cold eyes at the moment, and his eyes were strange purple red.

"Demon, you're a demon!"

"Demons?"

The boy chewed the two words that came out of his mother's mouth in a low voice, and suddenly the purple-red light flashed in his eyes, and his small arm twitched mercilessly, bright red blood splattered out in the air, and the warm liquid fell on the child's body and face in the form of raindrops.

The powerful boy who drew the dagger staggered back a few steps before he could barely stabilize his body, and when he stood firm, he realized that the force of his stab in his mother's chest was too small, and his mother did not kill immediately, but writhed in pain, and kept cursing himself for being a demon.

"I shouldn't have left you as a monster in the first place, even if it was to hell, I should have sent you down first!"

Looking at the boy who was approaching him step by step, retreating to the side of the bed, Duanmu Yurou, who could no longer retreat with the wood on his back, knew that he would not escape death today, but calmed down, her soft eyes calmly fell on the boy who was holding the dagger close to her, and the words that came out of her mouth were more hurtful than the sharp dagger in the boy's hand.

And the boy's face that was approaching step by step did not fluctuate at all, and he didn't seem to be moved by Duanmu's soft words.

"Hehe, just a monster like you still wants to stay by Princess Lingshang's side, it's just a dream, don't look at her hurting you now, if one day she finds out your true face, do you think she will want to be nice to you like that first?"

Duanmu Yurou's soft eyes turned, and she spoke again, as soon as the words came out this time, she clearly saw the boy's unhurried steps, and a touch of fear flashed on his face, although his complexion quickly returned to calm, but it was still discovered by Duanmu Yurou who was staring at him.

Sure enough, Beixue Lingshang was Yexue's only weakness, and Duanmu Yurou, who noticed this, had a smug smile on her face, as if as long as she hurt the child with words, her constantly bleeding chest would no longer feel unbearable pain.

"What's wrong? I'm scared! Hehe, do you think Beixue Lingshang will stay by your side forever? Are you naïve or innocent, she is the princess personally selected by Mo Lingshuang, the third prince of Nanchen Kingdom, Mo Lingshuang is infatuated with her, Ling Shang does not reject Mo Lingshuang's choice, in a few years, when Ling Sheng reaches the age of marriage, Mo Lingshuang will come to Beiyang to pick her up, how do you stop it then? Just like now, rush up with a dagger, heh... Ahem..."

Duanmu Yurou covered her chest that was bleeding, looked at the boy who stopped with satisfaction, her face changed greatly, her mouth choked and coughed, and bright red blood kept gushing out of the corners of her mouth, but she didn't seem to feel it, as if she had found the most fun game in the world, she continued to speak excitedly.

"Hehe, just with you, a monster, what can you compare to Moling Frost, who is recognized as the 'God of War' by the Three Kingdoms? It's not even worth lifting shoes for others, and Ling Sheng will definitely throw you away without hesitation when the time comes! ”

"Say no more!" The boy's emotions finally collapsed, he pressed his ears with both hands, and his head kept shaking not wanting to hear Duanmu's soft voice, but the more he didn't want to listen, the weaker and gloating voice kept burrowing into his ears and brain.

"Do you know that you use this method to stay by Princess Lingshang's side, it is useful now, one day she will definitely get tired of you, and she will definitely not look at you again when the time comes......"

"I told you to stop talking, stop talking......"

Yexue roared, raised her feet and rushed to Duanmu Yurou, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, the cold and sharp dagger in her hand kept stabbing into her soft body like crazy, Duanmu Yurou looked at the boy who was staring at her frantically with her eyes faintly, and a bitter smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her soft eyes closed little by little......

The boy's dagger kept rising and falling, this crazy action didn't know how long he had done, his purple eyes gradually calmed down, and little by little turned back to ink, he first looked blankly at Duanmu Yurou in front of him, and then looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand, as if he was frightened, he threw the dagger out in his hand, and then let out a heart-rending howl, and threw himself on Duanmu Yurou's cold corpse and cried bitterly!