"She's angry with you, I'm afraid you won't hurt enough!"

Although there is no love soul, the words of the ghost mother are still like a storm, setting off a shocking wave in the calm heart of the crosshair.

She looked at the Ghost Mother in amazement, trying to confirm the information from her eyes, but to her surprise, she found that the scar on the Ghost Mother's forehead actually contained a third eye, which glared at her viciously, stabbing her eyes with pain.

At the moment when she covered her eyes, the ghost mother had already pounced on her like a hungry tiger, and poured the poison with an unpleasant smell on her body.

I don't know what the formula is, the poisonous juice seeped into the wound, making the woman who thought she was so numb that she forgot what it was like to feel pain, and felt that her body was almost torn apart, and she felt pain and tremble.

But what pain could be more painful than falling from the clouds that I just thought I had gained a trace of family affection into the bottomless abyss of infinite coldness.

Over the years, the forgotten tears of the Symphony gradually seeped out, drenching into the wounds filled with poison, and after some terrible and painful reactions, emitting vapors like white mist.

Mother, do you hate me, hate me, and abandon me so much?

Am I really such a hateful piece of waste in your eyes?

……

She was in unspeakable pain, and suddenly buried her head deep in her arms, letting tears seep out......

I don't know when the ghost mother finished tossing, and I don't know when she left.

This night, when the ethereal singing voice in the distance floated again, her tears couldn't help but drip down, not because these flesh and skin pain could not be bearable, not because these scars were not healed until dawn, but because her original heart was once again hurt to the extreme.

When the first rays of the morning sun climbed through the windows along the broken wall, all sin was hidden in the darkness again.

Year after year, day after day.

But this morning, she still felt a little strange.

The nerves, which have been numb to the point of dullness, have not been sensitive for a long time.

What's so strange......

She hadn't intended to investigate, she was lazy and let her eyes wander, and the wound healed as before without any indisputable energy, leaving not even the slightest trace of poison stimulation. The couch is still a bloodstained couch, and the four walls are still empty four walls, and the aimless gaze is scattered until it passes through the window—

Above the small window, another unknown seed is quietly sprouting, facing the warm sun, stubbornly stretching its delicate bud petals to the sun.

In the slight morning breeze, the color of the buds is so fresh that people who have been numb for too long feel a little dazzling; Life is so vivid that people hiding in the shadows dare not look at it directly; The posture is so high-spirited that it makes the inferior and cowardly person shy and restless.

It swayed gently, making the crossbow inexplicably have an illusion.

I just felt that in a trance, this little life was sneering at itself with its shrill voice-

"Weak thing, God has given you an immortal life, what reason do you have to sit still? Look at me, weakness is just my appearance, but strength is my will like steel. What if fate is not good for me? I'm fearless! How precious life is, I will face it actively, tenaciously, seriously and responsibly. Even though every day is going to be hard, I'd rather have fun in the midst of hardship and find more chances for myself to survive! ”

At that moment, there was a sudden touch and shyness in the deepest part of her heart.

She angrily stretched out her hand, trying to uproot the plant and throw it out of the window, as she had done a few days before.

At the moment when his fingertips touched the bud petals, all the cruelty he had encountered suddenly appeared in front of him.

What is the difference between such a meocre, humble and weak plant, but so strong and courageous in the pursuit of life, and the erasure of its life and those who abuse it?

Heaven is so unfair to it, but it does not give up on itself, and it is born with a life that is invincible, so what reason is there to give up on itself?

She sighed softly. She didn't realize that her heart had quietly changed from this moment on.

Raising his head, Ren looked through the window, facing the light of the West Wing.

In the West Chamber, there lived a young cook who had just arrived for a few days, ten years old, not very bright-minded, always doing wrong things in a daze, and being punched and kicked by her grumpy Master Bao Ding.

Every night, when the maid was suffering from her wounds in the firewood room, the little cook would weep and moan there.

They are all poor and pathetic people.

Usually by this time, she has been up for a long time. Today it is strange, why is there still light in her house?

The light seemed to be a magic finger, hooking it at the crosshair, and the crossbow followed it step by step inexplicably.

The room was dark, and there was a faint figure lying on the edge of the bed. The light flickered and shone above the figure.

She wanted to get closer to the window to see more clearly, but the thick wall seemed to disappear suddenly, and she accidentally broke through the wall.

This shocked her, and she turned around and reached out to probe, and her hand really came out of the wall.

What's going on?

Could it be that when did you learn to pierce walls?

Just as he was thinking about it, there was the laughter of the little chef behind him.

She was startled, turned her head and looked at it, it turned out that the little chef was dreaming, and she didn't know what kind of dream she had.

Look at the light again, like a faint colored nebula, flickering above the head of the sleeping little cook.

She tried to stretch out her finger to look, but she flashed into the dream world of the little chef.

In this world, the little man is in the hot kitchen, holding the recipe in one hand and playing with pots and pans with the other.

Suddenly, the master shouted outside, "Girl, have you seen my heirloom recipe?" ”

The little cook hurriedly hid the recipe behind her and replied loudly, "No, master!" ”

The master anxiously looked elsewhere.

Hidden in the corner of the wall, at a glance, I saw the recipe behind the little chef with the four big characters "Bao's Recipe" written on it.

Seeing the master walking away, the little chef clapped her hands and smiled, "With this recipe, I am the first chef in the demon world!" Hahahaha"

I was laughing, and suddenly the world turned upside down......

Combining a spirit, he sat up from the collapse—

What happened?

Strange, how could I be on my own collapse?

Could it be that everything just now was just a dream?

Just as he was suspicious, suddenly there was a burst of shouting, shouting, punching and kicking, and begging for mercy in the west chamber.

She got up and looked through the window.

I saw that in the West Chamber, the stout Bao Ding was beating the little chef fiercely. He was born with a loud voice, and he shouted viciously, "Shameless thief,...... Before entering the palace, he dared to lie in bed,...... Also steal the heirloom recipes of the old *! ……”

All this in front of him is seamlessly in line with the "dream" just now, and the shock in his heart cannot be expressed in words.

She withdrew her gaze to the lattice, looking for the figure that touched her heart, and was meeting it to show her with a tenacious gesture of life.

This is not a dream at all!

……

Wait, why are you still bothering about whether it is a dream at this time, the voice of the little chef over there has gradually weakened.

In the past, the Woo He never caused trouble or was not a director, and habitually closed his eyes and turned away, but today, for some reason, a voice whispered to himself in the depths of his heart-

Even if the demons of the whole world spit on me, I can't spit on a life as pitiful and humble as me.

The voice grew stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a shout.

Finally, she opened her eyes, picked up a sharp stone loose in the corner of the wall, strode towards the western chamber, and struck hard at the back of the head of the brutal Bowing......

That day—

The west chamber was empty, and the little man was carried out horizontally, and his limbs hung limply.

Life is too fragile for her after all.

Fate was too harsh for her after all.

She left in a hurry, but there was not a trace of ripples in the demon palace because of her departure.

And the murderer survived "tenaciously", although his head was covered with a thick bandage.

If it is said, the Gang was only devastated by merciless siblings in the past.

Since that day, a group of vicious servants in the palace have also joined the persecution of her. That night, the vicious Master Bao and a group of evil servants "patronized" the firewood room of the couple......

The demon world is so bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and it is smoky!

Accustomed to the combination of bruises all over his body, he doesn't care about a few more wounds. But the departure of the little chef still teaches the crossbow to be responsible.

Just the second morning after the little cook left-

"Ahh

I can't remember how many times I've fallen to the ground, I frowned, and stretched out my hand to pull out the flying knife behind my back, the flying knife was as cold as ice, but the blood splattered from the wound was steaming.

Whoosh, a few more blades of flying knives flew, and the crossbow dodged the three-bladed knives one after another, but there was still one leaf that was too tricky, and the flying knives could turn in the air until they hit the target.

There were cheers and sighs behind him, a few happy and a few sad.

"The second sister and the third sister are the best! Hit it every time! The eldest prince's voice was the loudest, and it could be heard for hundreds of miles, "Hey, but why can't I hit it every time?" ”

"It's okay, Jin'er! I will definitely be able to hit it next time! The voice of the second princess, who was wearing a fiery red dress, was very pleasant. The second princess Yan Yan'er and the third princess Wu Bing'er are twin princesses, the two look exactly the same, but their temperaments are diametrically opposite, one is as hot as fire, and the other is as quiet as water.

The fiery flame likes the fiery red of the flame, and the water-like Bing'er likes the refreshing green of the spring. So it's easier to tell the difference between the two. Although their temperaments are very different, the spell abilities of the two are outstanding, and they are very outstanding among the brothers and sisters.

"Come again! Again! "The little prince had just learned to walk, and was taken care of by the demon servant, and was playful and laughing.

"Well, one more game!" She was unconvinced, and was about to make a move, when she suddenly heard a sound behind her.

"Princess, prince - no, I was seriously injured and just sent back to the palace!"

The crowd was shocked, and immediately left the injured crossbow and withdrew to the palace.

Running desperately, she didn't know how far she had run, and when she heard no movement behind her, she fell to the ground weakly. Too tired, she wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, closed her eyes, and fell asleep groggily.

Then, she had a dream for the first time since she was born, and she was so beautiful that she wanted to wake up......