Ahem...... She curled up on the cold ground, her hot throat coughing painfully, each of which hooked her internal organs, as if she were going to cough out her lungs.

The sound echoes over the eighty-square-meter bedroom, which has no furnishings in the room, and it is simple for people to see at a glance.

A bed, a wardrobe, and a laptop on the desk next to the bed, such a simple style completely retains the habits of the killer era, and will never be obsessed with any stars and movies.

The air conditioner had been turned on to the lowest temperature, and she was wearing no clothes, lying on the ground naked, but she couldn't detect the cold at all, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her body.

At first, it wasn't so serious, she thought it was just a small injury, apply some plaster, and just take care of it for two days.

Unexpectedly, as two days passed, the heat of the flame was too much for her to bear.

The skin all over the body showed a strange red, like a boiled lobster, and the tissue totem tattooed on the right chest turned red, like a blood-stained skull.

It was so painful that she rolled over, sweating profusely, and her curly blonde hair was wet as if it had been washed.

"Qing'er?" Her eyes shrank suddenly, her expression was a little incredulous, looking at Muto Qing who opened the door and came in, her delicate face was smiling, her thin body was wearing a school uniform, and her whole person exuded a polite and polite atmosphere.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, thinking that she was hallucinating, raised her hand and beckoned, and said with a stupid face: "Qing'er, do you know? I'm your real mother, not a babysitter, and those two guys who show up a few times a year are fakes that I paid for. ”

As she spoke, her tears suddenly flowed out, and her voice choked up: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, but if you don't do that, I can't protect you, and the people in the board of directors won't let go of anyone who might avenge me." ”

"The idea of the organization is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, only if we don't recognize each other, you have no reason to track down the cause of my death, and the people on the board of directors will not kill you after killing me, can you forgive me?"

"I forgive you," echoed her in a low voice, and the apparition crouched down, its eyes looking at her indifferently.

Okura Mengxue stopped crying, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth: "Qing'er, you don't have to grieve for my death, I was originally a person who had already died, it was you who gave me a chance to be reborn, and made me understand what it is like to be a mother and a person, thank you very much." ”

As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered, her eyes dazed, and she remembered fifteen years ago, in the cold and dark basement, in the iron cage where grizzly bears were imprisoned, and the perverted doctor fell in a pool of blood, and the baby was crying.

She will never forget that when she held the child's neck with her hand, the child stopped crying, but giggled, not knowing that death was coming, and was simply happy to feel the breath of his mother.

"At that time, there was a throbbing in my chest, that was probably mother's love, I would have such feelings all because of your arrival, Qing'er......"

Okura Mengxue's eyes tended to be godless, his voice was low like a mosquito, and he raised his hand to touch his cheek: "In the end, can you call me mom once?" ”

The moment her hand touched her cheek, the phantom shattered, and she closed the door to tell the truth that no one had entered, her eyes closed, and her right hand fell limply from the air to the ground with a snapping sound.

Soon, on the street outside the Ramen shop of the intermediary house, a roaring motorcycle rushed to the door, and made an emergency drift brake, and the tires rubbed against the ground to draw black marks.

The wind rolled up a plastic bag, stepped on it, and a brown leather boot stepped on the plastic bag, and along the boots up, it was the long legs wrapped in white stockings.

The owner of the leg is Longguang Temple Qian, she raised her head and looked at the ramen shop in the intermediary house and said: "Okay, get out of the car, I have opened the door, it is the upper floor, Aunt Xue's bedroom has always refused to open the door, I can only rely on you, I am waiting for you here, something to shout." ”

Although Aunt Xue usually takes good care of her, that kind of relationship can't replace her family after all. In some things, she is still an outsider, and she can't be forced to take care of it, so she can only ask Muto Qing for help.

He stepped off the motorcycle with the head of the broom flying backwards, rubbed his face stiffened by the wind and said, "Well, thank you, I'm just going up to have a look." ”

Having said that, he didn't go to see it to understand, according to the fluctuation of the fire mana from the second floor, the other party was afraid that half of his feet would step into the ghost gate, and it was estimated that after a minute or two, he would say goodbye to the world completely.

Until then, I have to read the other person's memory, and if I die, I can't read any memory.

When you enter the ramen shop, the guest tables, chairs, and counters are covered with a conspicuous layer of dust, and a thick smell of decay envelops the surroundings, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

No wonder Longguang Temple is so anxious, her sensitivity is not as good as Yuzi, but she is still far beyond ordinary people, she must feel that something is wrong, so she will be in a hurry to find herself.

He surveyed his surroundings, stepped into the curtained staircase, walked up the wooden staircase, turned a corner, and walked to the door where the fire-moving mana was emitted.

Without saying much polite words, Muto Qing stretched out his hand and twisted it, the inside was locked, he sneered, and smashed it down with a punch.

Bang, the doorknob cracked, the door slowly opened, like the cold air of the ice cellar from the front, his body trembled slightly, and he quickly adapted to the cold air, and his eyes looked at the center of the room.

A naked red body lay there, blonde curls spreading across the ground, lips, chest, and hairless triangles all exposed to him.

"No wonder he refuses to let Longguang Temple in, I'm afraid it's too hot to get dressed, and I'm afraid of being treated as a pervert," he didn't have much fluctuation in his heart, and he wasn't a junior brother, there were so many beauties in the past that he couldn't count them, such a scene was nothing.

Walking up to Okura Mengxue's side, his mouth made a pronunciation that was difficult to make out what it was, and his right hand pinched out the spell, and a milky white halo appeared on his index finger, which was lightly touched on his flushed forehead.

Suddenly, all kinds of memories surfaced, and before he had time to delete them, scenes suddenly broke into his mind, and those memories were full of an incomprehensible feeling, very warm, warm and tearful.

Hey! I'm just crying?! He woke up suddenly, hurriedly withdrew his hand, wiped the corner of his right eye, and cold tears cut through his fingertips.

What's going on? What was that feeling just now? Is the baby being held by itself?

Doubts continued, Muto Qing had not experienced it for nearly 10,000 years, this feeling of helplessness, the feelings gushing out of his heart, roared in an instant, he didn't want this woman to die, he didn't want this woman to leave.

"No way, such a ridiculous thing is simply impossible! This little girl is not even a thousandth of my age, and I would actually consider her a mother? Muto Qing's face was crazy, looking at her who fell to the ground, his expression was sometimes hideous, sometimes hesitant, and he didn't know what to do.

Knock, knock, her heartbeat grew weaker and weaker as time passed.