Chapter Seventy-Nine: Crazy

Xiaoqiang didn't dare to be careless, and the snapping turtle, Beamon, and protection cards broke out one after another, intending to break the opponent's magic with the domineering of one force to ten meetings.

But imagination is always imagination, reality is always so cruel, when the power he is proud of collides with the other party, an unprecedented force of shock instantly shatters all the illusions of Xiaoqiang, just the effort of breathing is tightly chained, unable to move a bit.

The flame chain seems to have some kind of spirituality, although it restrained Xiao Qiang, but the flames on it did not cause him any harm, and at this moment, the woman also came to Xiao Qiang's face, she was ecstatic to touch Xiao Qiang's immature face, and her saliva was almost about to flow out.

"It's so delicate, your skin is almost envious to death, and these eyes, what are you staring at me for, oh? I see, you're trying to resist, haha, but I'm telling you, you don't stand a chance. ”

The woman's words are incoherent, and the madness on her face is like a madman, Xiaoqiang has never seen such a person, he is restrained at the moment, and his body can't resist, so he wants to use words to probe the details of the other party.

The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and then turned into pitiful big eyes, and his voice became delicate, and Yin Yin sobbed.

"Sister, sister, are you going to kill me?"

While speaking, two tears were forced out, and the performance skills were really impossible to look at.

The woman's expression was stunned for a moment, and she watched as the poor child suddenly remembered something, and then an unbearable pain suddenly came from her brain, and then she began to beat her head frantically.

"Get out, get out, I've forgotten, I've forgotten, I don't want to remember those things, I don't want to ......."

In the frenzy, the woman slammed into the table and chair in the room, and the wall she leaned on with one hand was deeply pressed into a palm print, but the woman seemed to have another soul in her head, and they shouted to each other, restricting each other's appearance.

"You can't forget, it's your child, and it always will be."

"I don't want to, that's not my child, and you're not me."

"I am you, I am you, you can't change, you won't be able to change all this."

"Get out of here, get out of my head."

"I'm you, where do you let me go."

"Then I'll destroy you and make you disappear forever."

"Can you, I'm gone, and you don't exist."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

The woman was talking to herself as if she had a madness, but it was not difficult to hear from her words that there seemed to be two different souls in her head, and at this moment there was an entanglement of thoughts between the two, so the scene just now appeared.

Xiaoqiang saw it really clearly, and he was also thinking about how to get out of the danger in front of him.

The woman was completely crazy, she roared and stumbled in front of Xiaoqiang, looking at such a young and powerful child, the voice in her head reappeared.

"You're not him, you're not him, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

The crazy woman suddenly condensed a flaming dagger and was about to plunge into Xiao Qiang's chest, but at this time, another voice in her body took over, stopped what she was doing, and said at the same time.

"You can't, he's very similar to him, do you still want to live in the past, can't he be your spiritual sustenance?"

The woman's face changed again.

"No, no, no, he's not him, he's dead, gone forever, no one can compare to him, he's unique."

"He's dead, gone forever."

"He's dead, but there's no one to compare with him, he's the best."

“……”

As the words gradually fell, the woman's expression slowly recovered from her madness, and the flame dagger in her hand always stayed on Xiao Qiang's chest, and finally failed to pierce it.

Maybe it was another soul that persuaded the woman, or maybe it was the woman's mind that turned around, she slowly put away the dagger in her hand, stared at Xiao Qiang's frightened look and fell into dementia.

Xiao Qiang didn't dare to move, staring blankly into the other party's eyes, at this moment he tried his best to break free from the shackles on his body, but he couldn't succeed from beginning to end.

At this moment, he felt for the first time what is called helplessness, what is called helplessness, once he thought that his strength could beat everything, but there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, what is called the strong in the strong has its own strong hand, at this time he has a deep understanding.

But now is not the time to think about these things, but to think about how to get out of the immediate crisis, and looking at the other party's hesitant eyes, Xiaoqiang seems to see a glimmer of light.

"Sister, are you going to kill me?"

The woman's trance consciousness was awakened by Xiaoqiang's question, and there was no struggle in her expression, just quietly looking at the child in front of her.

"Sister, sister, I don't want to die."

The woman's eyes flashed a memory of a long time, and a trace of remorse gradually revealed on her face, she slowly withdrew the flame dagger, and sat quietly on the ground, the helplessness and pity that were revealed made Xiaoqiang sympathize with a while.

"Sister, did you ever have a child like me who stayed with you? Is he the most important person to you? ”

Xiaoqiang's words inadvertently awakened the weakness in the woman's heart, and she sobbed faintly.

The flame chain slowly dissipated for some reason, but Xiao Qiang did not run away immediately, but squatted beside the woman, patted the other party's back and asked softly.

"Sister, are you in pain?"

This time the woman nodded, giving Xiaoqiang a response for the first time.

"Yes, he's the best kid in the world, but I couldn't keep him."

"Is he the same as me?"

"Same, same, but you're not him."

The woman sobbed more and more, as if the remorse of the past had made her more painful.

"Sister, don't cry, I'm not him, but I can take care of you like him."

The innocent response made the woman slowly raise her crying face, and looked at the child in front of her in a daze.

"You, you, but you're not."

Women still seem to be stubborn and don't want to deceive their hearts.

"I'm not him, but I can be another him in your heart."

"Can you?" The woman asked this stupidly, her face had long since lost her previous pride and charm, and the only thing left was a mother's endless remorse.

"I can, I can."