There was a dark color in Bai Mo's eyes, and he stood up and walked in front of Ji Xianying and Ji Changyao.

The word "relatives" was too extravagant for him.

Since birth, his mother has resented him, venting all her unhappiness on him, he is a commodity that can be sold, a punching bag that can be used to vent at any time, he lives like a dog, at that time there was still some hope for the word relative, but later......

Bai Mo pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile was slightly cold, which made people shudder.

So he killed her, and killed his own mother with his own hands.

Later, he returned to his home and was given the surname, Ji.

The people in the world who want him to die the most are his relatives, so the word "relatives" is really a luxury for him.

He only knows that his Ran Ran is his whole world, and now ...... His whole world is gone.

Ji Changyao's body trembled, as if he thought of something, he dragged and could still move, and his somewhat conscious body pounced on the girl in the wheelchair on the side, and the gun in his hand wanted to be against the other party's head, wanting to threaten Bai Mo, after all, ...... He could see how important this person was to Bai Mo.

It's just that...... Ji Changyao deviated slightly, only grabbed the girl's clothes in the wheelchair, and lightly took it, the red brim of the hat fell, and the girl's face appeared in front of everyone.

It was a dead man's face, a dead man's face as pale as paper.

Although it is winter now, the corpse is not easy to decay, but after about a long time, there are corpse spots on the corpse, he saw reddish-purple corpse spots all over her face, those gray-white eyes are open, making people feel cold all over the body, and the wig covering the girl's head was also torn off by Ji Changyao, revealing a bloody forehead, the smile on the corner of her lips is really terrifying, and the thread of the corpse is obviously sewn on her neck.

The girl sat in a wheelchair like a well-behaved puppet.

"Ah......" Ji Changyao was so frightened that he screamed directly, his head was clouded for a while, probably not expecting that the girl who was sitting in a wheelchair and never made a sound was a corpse.

When Bai Mo saw this scene, he frowned slightly, picked up the wig on the ground, and put it on the girl's head, covering the blur of flesh and blood on his forehead, his eyes were gentle, he grabbed the girl's hand, knelt down on one knee, and gently branded a kiss on the back of the palm covered with corpse spots, and whispered.

"It's lonely."

"It's okay, I'll send someone to accompany you."

Ji Xianying and Ji Changyao behind him were as pale as paper.

……

The wind and snow outside are getting heavier and heavier, it is past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks around seems to be much less, Bai Mo sat on the steps, he wore white plastic gloves, held a scalpel dripping with blood in his hand, wrapped the girl in his coat in his arms, let the girl's head stick to his chest, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were white mist and a few drops of sprayed blood, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he lowered his head and kissed the lips of the girl in his arms.

At the moment of the white ink kiss, the fireworks in the yard flew into the sky with a chirp, blooming in the dark night sky, the bright light was brilliant, and the surrounding was reflected as if it was day, the snow in the courtyard was dyed bright red with blood, and the blood stains dragged out by a crawl were particularly obvious, and the blood stains disappeared at the place where they were about to arrive at the gate of the courtyard.

"Ranran, Happy New Year, do you still like the New Year's gift I gave you?"

"If you like it, will you come back? Kill me with your own hands. ”