Huang Mo screamed and squatted on the ground, the bell on his wrist jingled again, and then a lightning-like light struck towards the whistling blade, just touched half a minute, the sword in the woman's hand trembled, failed to eliminate this huge impact, and suddenly the sword body exploded, and the residual impact passed through the woman's body straight, only to hear a loud noise, the woman's body slammed into the wall behind her, stirring up a cloud of dust.

She knelt on the ground, spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at Huang Mo with a stunned face in front of her, and stretched out her hand to her with difficulty.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I couldn't do it......"

With that, her consciousness fell into a long period of darkness.

Huang Mo's legs were weak and he knelt on the ground.

She looked at her bracelet and remembered what her aunt had said to her.

"If one day you hear this bell ringing, run to your house! Don't hesitate to run home with all your strength! ”

Aunt's stern advice still lingered in her ears, and the young Huang Mo didn't know the meaning of it, but now she finally knew.

The bracelet originally had six bells on it, but now there are only four left. The first one, Huang Mo seems to have a memory, and disappeared when she encountered unknown dangers when she escaped from the Black Forest, and this one helped her block the deadly attack when she was threatened with death again.

It turned out that my aunt had known for a long time that she must be threatened by death all the time. That's why she was given this thing, escorting her on her own journey to seek herself. She was there for her all the time.

What happened now, Huang Mo has accepted those facts that seem unbelievable. I am also more convinced that there is a subtle connection between my mother's death and the chain of events in which I am always attacked.

If only we could find those connections. She raised her eyes, looked at the fainting woman not far away, and clenched her hand.

To find the truth, we must always be aware of being killed.

When Huang Mo rushed home panting, it was already nightfall. She opened the door, but to her surprise, there was no one at home.

In order to make a living, Falling City spends most of his time outside and rarely comes home at night. But Yun Siya is basically at home every day, and rarely has a night when she doesn't go home. And because Falling Xing'er was pinned on high hopes, Yun Siya always controlled her whereabouts very strictly, but the two people who should be at home now were not there.

I guess I went out to eat. Huang Mo thought so, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the woman next to her who was still unconscious, she really had too many things to ask her, not that she was in a hurry to die. Besides, she didn't want anyone to know.

Huang Mo went to the hospital by the way when he brought her back, and Huang Mo could only say that she was from

She fell downstairs, but fortunately she was fine, so she was bandaged and let her go home to recuperate for a few days. So Huang Mo placed her on his bed, in order to prevent her from waking up and being in an unhappy mood to give herself another sword, Huang Mo still made a bunk in the closest place to the door.

I don't know what kind of trouble this one I brought back will become, but I don't know why, Huang Mo can't ignore it when she thinks of the crying look when she is about to kill herself.

Why did she choose to kill herself even though she was so sad?

What's more, I don't know her! Could it be that she recognized the wrong person?

Now there are too many things that she can't understand, and there are obviously cheerful progresses, but the more you dig deeper, the more unbelievable it becomes, and the accumulated questions even make it difficult for her to sleep.

But what now? She can only choose one way in this vast ocean, whether to choose to go with the flow and live in peace, or choose to be involved in the stormy waves and make an insignificant struggle with her fate.

And she knew that once she had chosen, there was no going back.

What kind of option is this? Huang Mo smiled silently in the dark night, obviously there was no turning back.

When the woman woke up from a deep sleep, she saw Huang Mo tiptoeing to put clothes on her bedside. As soon as she raised her head, the two looked at each other in shock, and after putting down her clothes in fright, she hid in front of the door a few inches away from her, and pointed to her clothes tremblingly and said; "You, you take a shower first, then change your clothes and come down to eat!!" Then the door slammed shut.

"......" The woman looked at the clothes in her hand and was stunned for a few seconds, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, you, it's still you.

This was the most terrifying meal Huang Mo had ever eaten, and she didn't even dare to make any sound, for fear that this would become her last meal. And the initiator eats meticulously and elegantly, unhurriedly. Finally, she put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth, revealing a pleasant expression.

It seems that only eating is the most pleasant thing for her, but yesterday she suddenly wanted to kill her, is it because she is hungry?

Huang Mo couldn't help but lie down in her heart, but heard her suddenly say, "You don't have to be afraid, I won't attack you anymore." ”

Huang Mo was stunned for a moment, and thought to herself, did she really eat because she was full? At the moment, he asked tentatively, "You, you won't kill me again?" ”

"I've always said yes. Now that the sword I swore is broken, what can I do now? She put down her handkerchief, looked at Huang Mo quietly, and said, "I think what I can do is to accompany you to death." ”

"......" If it weren't for her expression being too serious, Huang Mo really wanted to roar at this girl, why did you have to kill me?!

But Huang Mo knew

She couldn't say it, or else her home would probably become a murder scene. So she sighed helplessly, this statement was much better than that she was going to kill herself with her own hands.

"So, can I ask you a few questions?" Huang Mo straightened his waist and said seriously and seriously, "Do you know me?" ”

"How could I not know you, I knew you a long, long time ago." The woman smiled lightly and looked at her as if she were looking at another soul through herself, with a look of nostalgia on her face.

"But I ......" Huang Mo couldn't remember when he knew such a strange person, "I don't know you, and I'm sure I've never met you, do you deny the wrong person?" ”

"Of course you're not the one I know, she's already turned to dirt." The woman wrapped her hair around her bun and said with a little sadness, "But she made a pact with me, so I will do everything possible to find you." ”

"Looking for me? Why? Huang Mo stiffened.

The woman looked at her upright posture and ready face, but smiled, "I know, you have a lot to ask, but I think it's best for you to ask him." ”

"Him?" Huang Mo's body leaned towards her slightly, biting the word, "Who is he?" ”

"Don't you know?" The woman seemed slightly surprised, and then smiled, "I think you've already guessed it." ”

Huang Mo felt a chill slowly spreading on her back, swimming along her limbs, and soon clinging to her heart, she could only hear her heart start beating wildly again, she took a sip of water nervously, and pinched the cup slightly.

She heard herself repeat the trivial question in a low voice, "Is he my master?" ”

The woman unexpectedly did not answer her question, but turned her gaze to the side, her eyes were hollow, as if she were looking at something that did not belong in this world. After a long time, I heard her voice suddenly like a dream, "You are sixteen years old, don't worry, we will be with you soon, no matter where it is, no matter how long it will ......"

The wind outside did not stop, and the leaves were projected on her face through the open window, her expression froze at this moment, with her familiar and inexplicable sadness, Huang Mo suddenly recalled her aunt, after seeing her blue eyes, the uncontrollable sadness was almost like a spreading sea, engulfing her layer by layer.

Huang Mo didn't know why her aunt was sad at that time, but now she also understands that it is a kind of despair that arises after knowing the consequences, so she tries her best to avoid it and finally fails to change the consequences.

They are all like this, and they have this despair of themselves. I don't know what they're avoiding, but it's happening.

And the seed that afflicted others was in her flesh, taking root and sprouting,

And it's going from strength to strength. There was no way to avoid it, so she had to die. It is necessary to nip in the bud the seed that causes pain to others before it has blossomed and borne fruit.

It turned out that the long pain originated from her.

Huang Mo didn't know why he was so sad, probably because he thought that this kind of thing was originally nonsense, but now it is truly manifested. When he understood that all the joys and sorrows borne by others came from himself, Huang Mo still couldn't help but have a sour nose.

She covered her eyes and cried as she almost broke down.

The woman looked at her quietly, slowly stroked her back, and apologized at a loss, "I'm sorry." ”

Huang Mo choked and shook his head, hugged the woman and cried again, "...... I am...... I just want to, I just want to live in this world. Like an ordinary, ordinary person...... With my father and mother by my side, I can study quietly and quietly, and then go to the university I like...... I just want to live like this...... Why, why do I have to, I have to do it...... I don't want to, I don't want to make you upset......"

The woman stroked her head and held her in her arms, and she could only repeat that she was sorry, but could not say anything else.

Is this world too cruel to her? Obviously, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't understand anything, but she still has to fall into the whirlpool and be caught in the flesh of a mermaid.

In the final analysis, no matter how long it takes, thousands of years, or hundreds of years, these people, no matter who they are, will not be able to withstand the word fate after all.

(End of chapter)

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