It was a deep place, full of blood all around, and every moment a man fell, his little eyes full of longing for life. Another drop of blood splashed on her clothes, Ling Yunyan was a little frightened, but her thin body didn't have any strength to dodge at all.

There was always a warm hand around her waist, a big man with a full face of meat, carrying a big knife towards them, looking at a thin young man, sneering, "This body is weak, how to be the killer of Wuzhimen, I have to clean the portal today, this food and drink, but it costs silver." The dazzling silver light was still stained with a little blood, and the hand on her waist opened, and she could see that person's face was somewhat similar to herself, and it was Ling Yunjing, who was about ten years old.

The young man's face was even more strikingly similar to his own, and he always protected himself behind him, just like Ling Yunjing protected him. The knife was shining, she turned her face away, and slowly closed her eyes, she didn't want to see the young man's death, death in front of her eyes. She wanted to block it for him, block the knife, block death. However, he didn't have the slightest strength on his body, and he struggled.

Ling Yunjing's fist landed on Dahan's body, but Dahan didn't seem to feel any pain, and raised his knife and continued to slash at the young man.

Ling Yunjing's eyes revealed endless despair, the big man was too strong, she turned around and wanted to block the knife, but was pushed aside by the young man, "Ah Jing, protect Yan'er after I die, I hope you can get out of here!" He looked at a girl who was about the same age as Ling Yunyan, "Ah Shu, live well...... Before he could finish speaking, the big knife fell, and the splattered blood flew like dust, "He's dead, dead," the girl murmured, tears streaming down her eyes, as if she couldn't finish flowing as much as she wanted.

Ling Yunyan was even more painful, and her tears couldn't stop staying, who was he? Why don't you remember anything?

...........

"Don't, don't, you said, you will protect me and accompany me for the rest of your life!" Ling Yunyan shouted, Ling Yunjing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was startled, could it be that she remembered?!

Ling Yunyan, who opened her eyes, still had palpitations, and buried her head in Ling Yunjing's arms, "Sister, my heart hurts so much, even if it's a nightmare, why is it so real?!" ”

Ling Yunjing comforted Ling Yunyan like in a dream, making Ling Yunyan firm that the dream had really happened. But why can't I remember anything before the age of nine?

....

"Lian Bingxuan, why can Yan'er still dream about what happened back then?"

"Probably, the pain in my heart lingers, and soon, I will recover my memory, after all, she has this brother, how can you make her forget this memory."

"But that memory is so painful?"