Chapter 583: I Want Too Much

"We never met, and my father told me that I was gone when I was born and didn't want me anymore. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢.lā"

"When I was a child, I wondered every day why my mother left me, what my mother really looked like, and whether she would think about me too."

As he spoke, a faint sadness crept up Mo's face, and he looked at the stiff woman in front of him, and looked at the face that was not clear at all, very blurry.

"I've never met my mother, you're just a person I've imagined, nothing I haven't seen in a long time."

As he spoke, the woman's body slowly became ethereal, and she staggered back a step, unable to make out any expression on her blurred face.

"Now, I know, instead of fantasizing about these unrealistic things, it is better to protect the person in front of you, you...... You can't stop me, just disappear. ”

He closed his eyes and his heart calmed.

When he opened his eyes again, the expression on Mo's face had returned to its previous appearance, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes, and there was still darkness around him

He muttered to himself: "It's a killing array, what else will appear?" ”

"Mo, you're here, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Mo's body stiffened, and something flashed in his eyes.

A white figure appeared beside him, contrasting sharply with the darkness around him.

Her face was still wounded, the corners of her mouth seemed to have been scratched by something, and the bow and arrow in her hand were not as shiny as before.

"Mo, what's wrong with you?"

"Well, I saw something bad."

In my heart, there are no waves.

You too, bad stuff.

……

The white ice wall also turned fiery red under the light of the fire, and Mo's face reflected the firelight, and he was very puzzled: "Why?" Didn't we hug each other in the demon plane at that time to keep warm? ”

Bai Xiaochang, who was sitting by the fire, shrank down, stroked the ice wall that had become smooth because it had melted and solidified, didn't look at him, and mocked:

"That's with him, not with you, but you impostor, you want too many things."

By the way, the impostor, not like him at all, still wants so many things, it's too greedy.

She had already discovered that he was a fake ink, that he had too many words, and that his actions and expressions betrayed him.

Mo wouldn't have that look on his face when he found her, that joy was too fake, and he would be by her side.

He is so powerful that he will not be injured by a few wolves.

Even if she is injured, she will not be found out, and she will carry it by herself.

In the event of an avalanche, he reacts faster than her and runs with her.

When trapped in an extremely cold place where there is no escape, he will not ask her that kind of nutritional question, and will just hug her, whether she agrees or not.

Moreover, such an expression will not be shown.

In front of her, he was a cold facial paralysis.

Except for his unreliable doppelgangers.

Well, I suddenly missed him.

As soon as she thought about these things, her mood became cheerful.

The fake ink face that was exposed was distorted, and a good-looking face was ruined by him.

A pair of eyes stared at her viciously, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "When did you see it?" ”

"I found out a long time ago, you did too badly, you have to go back and study again." As she spoke, she took out a fruit from her bracelet, wiped it casually and began to gnaw on it, and the crunchy sound sounded, and she ate it with relish.

That shy expression really made her get goosebumps.

Seeing her so leisurely, Fake Mo reached out and hammered the ice wall behind him fiercely, with a dark look in his eyes: "You are so calm, aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?" ”

It's really uncomfortable to look at this face with such an expression.

She thought silently.

Hearing his question, Bai Xiaochang smiled brightly: "Kill me?" Aren't you supposed to disappear now? ”

In the next moment, there was darkness all around, no light, no impostor.

Fortunately, the fruit in his hand is real.

"Click".