Zi Qianmo entered Mo Yan's dream.

As far as the eye can see, there is a small black room full of the smell of blood.

The beautiful five-year-old boy with a pale face who was tied to a pillar, the outline was somewhat similar to the current Mo Yan, and he was holding a little flower cat in his hand that was struggling frantically, and the flower cat died.

A tall, faceless man, like a demon, whispered and bewitched in his ear.

One after another, the critters died.

Five-year-old Mo Yan, the expression on his face went from collapse, to numbness, to expressionlessness.

The faceless man who claimed to be Master Mo Yan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing proudly and cruelly.

Zi Qianmo immediately understood that this was an unbearable memory of Mo Yan's childhood, and it was one of the darkest pasts he had hidden in his heart. And this evil faceless man is Mo Yan's childhood shadow.

Why faceless?

This shows that Mo Yan has never seen the face of this evil man, so in his dreams, he can't imagine his appearance.

"I was wrong." Zi Qianmo already knew it in his heart.

Why did Mo Yan refuse to give himself a smooth hair again and again.

Why do you like yourself in the form of a beast, but you always put on a gesture of refusal and drive her away.

It's not that he hates her, but he hates himself and wants to protect her!

Mo Yan can't wake up from the nightmare, so let her help him. Zi Qianmo raised his little furry white claws, and slapped them hard in the direction of the demon faceless man.

Dreams are the consciousness of the soul.

In terms of soul power, no one can compare to the demon king Bai Ze.

Zi Qianmo's claw went down, and the demon faceless man let out a miserable scream, and was slapped to death, fell to the ground and whipped a few times, turned into fragments of consciousness, and disappeared completely.

The villain hangs up, and the nightmare is over.

The little dark room is gone.

Zi Qianmo was also ejected from Mo Yan's dream and returned to the small body where the Yang God was out of his body.

Mo Yan also slowly opened his heavy eyelids that seemed to be pressed by a thousand catties of boulders, his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat, and the whole person was as if he had just been fished out of the water, his face was terrifyingly white, and his lips were bloodless.

And, when he saw himself pinching Bai Tuanzi with one hand and his neck with the other, his black pupils contracted violently, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and hurriedly let go of the hand that hurt Bai Tuanzi, his face became even more ugly, his thin chapped lips moved slightly, and a voice of chagrin overflowed in his throat: "I'm sorry-"

He hated himself incomparably, and a sea of corpses and blood flashed in the depths of his black pupils.

It's been so many years, he ...... How could he do such a thing again?

"Does it hurt?"

hates himself, and feels even more sorry for this white ball.

Along the way, this little thing helped himself many times, released kindness to himself, and even gave himself such a precious Burning Xi Twin Swords, but what did he do?

This kind of act of revenge deserves to go to the eighteen layers of hell!

After Zi Qianmo was freed, in order to avoid touching his taboo again, he hurriedly jumped out of his palm, and then opened his small mouth and coughed for a while.

During the cough, the small body will inevitably tremble a few times and lose a few hairs.

"I didn't ...... Affair. ”

When Mo Yan saw her like this, he thought that she was frightened by herself, so she hurriedly avoided herself, shrunk on the grass and shivered, being pinched so that she couldn't breathe and coughed non-stop, and for a while, she felt even more guilty in her heart.

"It's my fault."

He hung his head slightly and sat down in front of her.