It didn't follow its original trajectory in the slightest, enveloping itself inside.

Is it at that time that it already understands something.

Long... The snowman still didn't speak, completely silent, only the dark eyes, blinking from time to time: "I... Sister, you know everything! Among us snowmen, all of them are children, and their consciousness is manipulated, and they can only cry, only I, with strong enough consciousness, escaped by luck. ”

"Who manipulated your consciousness?"

In a word, to get to the point, Fan Mo's black eyes were fierce, privately detaining the soul, injuring the living, and detaining officials in the underworld, everything could send him to the eighteenth layer of hell.

...

"Who... Who's talking? ”

The snowman's black eyes were puzzled for a while, and last time it found that there seemed to be a very capable person beside his sister who could save his sister from the abyss, but he couldn't see it.

I can only see my sister standing here alone.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you are only responsible for answering my words."

Although it couldn't see people clearly, it still felt that there was a trace of sharp aura circulating beside him, and the snowman's dark eyes slid slightly: "This, I don't know, although I escaped by luck, but about that memory, it was also emptied, I only remember that he was a man and wore a mask." ”

Man, wearing a mask.

There are thousands of people in the world, and if you look for them with these two characteristics, then it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's completely impossible to find.

Su Qi took a step forward: "Then why do you call me sister when I leave?" After she left, the voice remained in her heart, like a thorn, which could not be pulled out, but there was no clue.

"It's weird to say... I actually feel that you have the breath of my mother in you, although you are not my mother. ”

In the end, there was already a stalk, and there was crying in his immature tone, but he still tried to make himself strong, he had grown up, he had to be strong, so that he could wait until his mother found him.

Over the years, although the mountains have been covered by heavy snow, there are still a large number of people who come here regularly, and then fall into the abyss.

Mother's breath?

Suddenly, Wang Juan's words flashed in her mind, she asked herself to help find the child, and in the same way, she had the breath of her son, since this is the case, then the snowman in front of her.

Is it Wang Juan's child?

Su Qi subconsciously clenched his fists: "Wang Juan, is Wang Juan your mother?" ”

"Wang Juan... Wang Juan..."The black eyes were puzzled, so much time had passed, decades, nearly a hundred years, and his thoughts were gradually blurred.

Even now, he forgot his name.

I don't know who my name is.

Although I don't know, I feel that this name is very familiar to me: "Wang Juan..."

Mother...

She's a mother.

The emotions became excited for a while, and in the vague memory, I finally remembered it completely: "Mother, Wang Juan is my mother, why do you know Wang Juan, my mother... Is she okay now? ”

The snowman was so excited that his body shook on the spot twice, and pieces of snowflakes fell from his body.

"Sister, do you know my mother, do you know her?" I already felt that she had the breath of a mother, and she just spoke with a hint of extravagance.