I screamed in horror, and the next second, someone kicked the door open from the outside!

The mother actually held a long sword with a glowing light in her hand, and just looking at the shape, you can judge that this is definitely not the kind of exercise and play of the old ladies in the park.

Strangely, my mother just swung the long sword into the air a few times, and the strange "things" in front of me disappeared without a trace.

Looking at my mother's serious face, I couldn't control my emotions anymore and pounced.

As if she didn't expect me to vent my fear in this way, my mother didn't hide from it, but stood there stiffly, letting me wipe my snot and tears.

You know, when I was young, she didn't like to hug me, she was all carried by the nanny sister.

Every time I handed it over, she would always stay away.

At this moment, sensing that my mood had stabilized, she immediately freed up a hand and pushed me out.

He glared at me with disgust and looked at the white paper floating in mid-air.

"Is this the one you took out of the box?"

I nodded dumbly, and when I looked up, the pages had been closed, and there were three more big characters on the originally blank cover.

"The Book of Yin and Yang."

I muttered the words, and my mother's face became solemn again, even with a hint of panic.

Just as she raised the sword in her hand and slashed at the book.

The white paper, which was originally stagnant in the air, seemed to have a consciousness, and actually avoided his mother's long sword, and flew directly to the ceiling, spontaneously combusting.

The flame was not an ordinary red, but a very beautiful blue, extending from the corner of the book to the top, and the color became darker and darker.

Although it burned vigorously, there was no burning heat, and even the temperature in the room began to drop continuously.

Mother seemed to have imagined such a strange scene, standing there motionless with her sword raised, the ice-blue flame gradually extinguished, and everything returned to peace.

"Can't you hide after all?"

My mother glanced in the direction the book had disappeared, walked over to my side and took my right hand.

There was an indescribable expression on her face when she saw that gorgeous ring, and after a long time, she let go of my hand and looked me fixedly into the eyes.

"Anzhi, if one day you find that everything around you has changed, will you be afraid?"

I looked up and looked at my mother, not knowing why she said that.

"Mom."

She reached out and touched my head, and her voice suddenly became gentle, but such a mother made me feel a little strange.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

My mother grinned and smiled reluctantly, and at that moment, I noticed that my mother, who had always been as strong as a queen, had become gentler.

But in the end, she still didn't explain anything to me.

Just a second before closing the door, he stopped.

"Anzhi, you remember, what you see with your eyes may not be true, everything we do is for your good."

After saying that, the mother left. Leaving me tossing and turning in bed.

Countless doubts swirled in my mind, but the person who could answer them still did not appear.

Suddenly, there was a sudden warmth in my palm, which made me fall asleep unconsciously.

Faintly, a childish voice seemed to be heard.

"Haha, I'm still witty, Qin Luo, you are a fool, you deserve to be removed from the throne."

This night, I slept soundly.

It wasn't until my mother stood outside the door and there was a knock on the door that I opened my eyes.

"Gu Anzhi, are you going to sleep like a pig?"

I picked up my phone, and then I remembered that I was on the morning shift today, and I ran to the station without having breakfast, and when I passed by my grandfather's tailor's shop, I took a special look, but the lantern at the door was still not lit.

Compared with my hurry, my mother was calm, wearing a Tai Chi suit, and carrying the sharp sword of yesterday behind her, and saw me enter the station, and then she turned around and went to the park next to me.

"Anzhi, Xiao Luo hasn't come back yet, their security guards are stuck in traffic jams on the road, you work hard, look at the cars on both sides, and report to the car control room if there is a problem."

"Okay."

I walked to the station with the intercom, because our station was originally established to make it more convenient for family members to go to Qibaoshan Cemetery to worship their ancestors.

Although the train is frequent, there are very few people getting on and off the bus.

As I walked back and forth, a figure caught my eye.

It was a little friend, and I don't know when he was sitting on the bench in the middle.

Wearing a red cotton jacket, two small whips tied to his head, and a pair of small black shiny leather shoes on his feet, he looked very cute.

It's just that why do you always feel weird?