A ghost, is he still afraid of people?

Oh no, Murong Xi is a god, did the woman find out that he was a god?

She squinted at Murong Xi, only to see him raise his eyebrows, and replied lightly, "I'm Murong Xi." ”

Who is Murong Xi?

Why can Murong Xi see himself who does not belong to this world?

What is Murong Xi's arrival for?

Tong Yao didn't see the woman speak, but she heard what she was thinking.

These three questions made Tong Yao herself question in her heart: Who is Murong Xi? Where did it come from?

Murong Xi's eyes narrowed, obviously hearing the voices in the hearts of the two.

He spoke slowly, but not in response to the question:

"You weren't supposed to be in this world, you've been lying in the ground for years, why are you running out now?"

The woman's expression was obviously shocked. I don't know if it's because of Murong Xi's problem, or because of his own behavior.

She raised her head and bravely met Murong Xi's gaze:

"Yes, for more than a decade, I've been lying peacefully on the ground.

During the day, I watched busy people come to the fields to work and children frolicking under the cherry blossom trees.

At night, I listened to the chirping of mosquitoes and cicadas and thought about my past.

Since I have the ability to take another look at the world, why don't I come out and take another look at this bright moonlight? ”

Tong Yao's gaze shifted to the bright moon above her head with the woman's words.

Such a beautiful moonlight attracts not only people, but also the souls of the underground.

"However, even if you want to see the scene in this world, you shouldn't hurt anyone, not to mention, it's your husband!"

Murong Xi's voice changed from the previous gentleness to indifference, plunging into a woman's heart like a knife.

I just don't know if she still has a heart.

Tong Yao was amazed at Murong Xi's calmness.

It turned out that this woman was the mother of Daylily, the woman who died of dystocia.

Then what she is holding in her hand is the younger brother who died at the age of two?

Tong Yao's gaze turned to the boy's body, a thin and small body, swaying in the night wind, as if it would be torn apart by the wind at any time.

Or feeling the gaze from the outside world, the little boy raised his head, Tong Yao saw the innocent and innocent eyes without impurities, his heart was suddenly shocked, and he quickly looked away.

The cleaner and purer it is, the more frightening it is.

The woman did not refute Murong Xi's words, she took the boy's hand and lowered her head again.

Murong Xi didn't speak either, he waited for the woman to speak again.

"Yes, he is my husband, but also the father of this child."

The woman sighed faintly:

"Every time the boy looked at his father at work with wide eyes, I felt a heart-wrenching ache.

This child, who has not yet enjoyed his father's love, lies down with me in this cold place. Can't I, as a mother, help him? ”

"But you have a daughter. If you don't have a father, what do you call her? ”

Murong Xi's voice was cold and fearless, without the slightest pity.

The dead still have to let the living go.

The woman's face twitched.

How did she not think about it. But her son's thoughts were so strong, so strong that she couldn't control them.

His daughter has had fatherly love for more than ten years, but his son has never enjoyed it.