Beiyin was still thinking about something, and then Danfeng handed the phone to Beiyin.

Beiyin was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, and then at the phone, Danfeng was silent, but his posture was handsome and friendless, which attracted the attention of many people around.

Beiyin took the phone and asked, "Hey, it's me." ”

"Girl, alas, how are you outside, are you tired, you can't come back to eat, what did you eat at noon?"

"I'm not tired, it's good outside, I haven't eaten at noon, and I'm going to eat."

"That's good, girl, when are you coming back? Do you want me to pick you up? Lin Yunuo breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a call from Beiyin, and when she came back that day, Beiyin, who was not lightly injured, made her blame herself.

As a mother, she is very sad that she did not protect her children.

Since then, she has often called her daughter, and when she goes out for a while, she will ask.

The child was not impatient, but there were still few words, but for Lin Yunuo, it was already good to hear her voice.

After talking for a while, Beiyin handed the phone to Danfeng, and after Danfeng said a few words, he hung up.

"What do you think of that mirror?" After hearing Luo Ning's description, Dan Feng had a bad feeling.

"I don't know, but if we really do, it's troublesome." Beiyin replied softly.

"What do you remember?" Danfeng turned his head to look at Beiyin, who was much shorter than him, and his gaze was down.

"That's pretty much it." Beiyin touched his backpack with his backhand, Tuanzi was still sleeping, sleeping peacefully, but this shouldn't be, he didn't suffer multiple injuries, but the wounds that appeared later, she didn't ask, it didn't mean that she wasn't worried.

"Be careful."

Danfeng stared at Beiyin in a daze, and heard Beiyin's prompt, I don't know why? "What?"

"Be careful."

Beiyin reached out and tugged at him, but he didn't move, and then he hit his head on a lamppost on the side of the road.

"Hiss........." Danfeng gasped and covered his forehead, he hit it too hard just now, his forehead was directly red, and his nose was because she lowered her head when she was talking to Beiyin just now, but she didn't hit it.

"I reminded you." Beiyin carefully held the backpack in his arms, and his expression was gentle.

Dan Feng couldn't speak, but it hurt so much.

A boy sat in the corner, the blood running from his forehead covering his eyes, but he did not dare to reach out and wipe it, for fear of alarming the man who was sleeping like thunder.

Next to the boy, there is a mirror, which is just a small mirror, but the angle is just right so that the boy can see what he looks like.

Embarrassed and embarrassed.

The boy carefully wiped the blood from his forehead, his movements very carefully, for fear of alarming the man.

His eyes were blank and unfocused, but he looked carefully at the man's place, frightened.

He thought to himself, if, if, he died, would no one beat him anymore, and his mother had already been beaten to death by him.

The next one will be him, but he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die at all, but what can be done?

The boy trembled with fear, he was not stupid, that person had nothing to do after beating his mother to death, he had that strength.

The boy didn't think about asking for help, but he was locked up in the house, and the man would beat him as soon as he found out that something was wrong, and he almost died several times.

What to do? What should I do?

Beside the boy, the mirror flashed with imperceptible fluctuations, attracting the boy's attention.

He subconsciously looked over there, and the originally small mirror turned into a very delicate floor-to-ceiling mirror, which was very beautiful, and the strange thing was that there seemed to be a flower floating in the middle of the mirror.

The boy looked straight at the flower, then stood up, walked over to the mirror, as if bewitched, and then he stretched out his hand and took out a delicate flower from the mirror.

Fresh, beautiful, and exudes an unknown charm.

Lying on the bed was a man, sweating profusely, struggling on the bed as if he had a nightmare.

Suddenly, like a dehydrated fish, the man struggled and woke up, and he sat up sharply and made a "ho-ho" sound.

Then I looked at my palm carefully, and I was relieved to find that my palm was intact, but fortunately, it was still there.

But the scene in the dream was really too real, his palms were trampled on the ground, his hand bones were crushed one by one, and his ten fingers were connected to his heart, so much it hurt to the point.

The man knew at this time, and in his dreams, whether he was howling or begging or scolding, the man did not let him go.

After sitting quietly for a while, the man found that the house was quiet, he got out of bed, stepped on a debris on the ground, and grinned in pain.

He looked closely, it was something he had broken, and he cursed an unspeakable swear word, thinking to himself why the stinky boy hadn't cleaned it up yet.

He scolded and wanted to turn on the light to check the situation, his hand had already touched the switch, but no matter how he pressed it, there was no response, and the man was a little panicked.

But as soon as he thought about it, he was a big man in this room, what could that little child do with him, what was there to be afraid of.

The man thought like this, and then walked out of the bedroom, and saw a dark shadow in the middle of the living room, and immediately, the man was so frightened that he stumbled back.

With his back against the wall, he trembled, and after he slowed down for a while, when he saw that it was a child, he immediately scolded.

Then he grabbed the ornament next to him and smashed it, but he didn't hit it.

After scolding a few words, the man also had the courage to come, so he stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the boy's shoulder, turned him around, and saw that the boy was still carefully holding a flower in his hand, which was a little strange.

For a moment he was stunned in place, the flower, still shining in the dark, like a guiding light in the dark, bringing courage and faint but existential hope.

When the man was thinking nonsense, the boy grabbed his wrist violently, the thin fingers were thin and cold, the man subconsciously looked at the boy and found that the boy was smiling.

In this pitch-black environment, strange and infiltrating, the man felt a chill and climbed on his back.

When Qi He was wiping things, he found that a strange aura flashed in one direction.

Qi He was immediately startled, looking at the place, his breath flashed, it was a mixture of resentment, anger, and some very strange feelings of joy and happiness.

The front one can be explained, but the back one can't.

What's going on?

Qi He has just come to this city, and he doesn't know what is going on here, but judging from the breath just now, it is definitely not simple.

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