The sky is clear, and the moon is just right. The pen www.biquge.info a thousand points of silver glow, like a waterfall from the sky, so that everything is immersed in the soft light of the night.

The lights in the house were lit early, and they were as bright as day. The candlelight and moonlight complement each other, making the night seem more peaceful and serene.

There was a gentle wind blowing.

Whose hair was blown up, and whose heart was blown ripples.

For a while, thoughts slowly poured out from the bottom of my heart.

Mei Luoyun stood in front of the window, as if she had been lost in her memories.

She met him on such a moonlit night. At that time, his daughter was Fanghua Hongyan, and he was still young.

Once the spring is gone, the old face is red, and the white head of Shaohua is white, but it is a blink of an eye. The creation of the world makes people, she has long been a wife and a mother, and she has already lost her face when she thinks about it.

But the thoughts have never changed.

For nearly twenty years, she may have forgotten what he looked like, but she will never forget that feeling.

Every festive season, she always thinks of the name hidden in the deepest part of her heart - Li Muqing.

It was the boy she had met for the first time, although she only regarded him as a most ordinary friend. However, when she thinks about him, she can't help but smile.

Actually, that's just a piece of the past.

But perhaps, it was that fruitless memory that left a faint feeling in her heart.

Although a person's heart can't let go of two people at the same time, although her heart is all on her husband and children, she always thinks of him inadvertently occasionally.

In fact, she may not understand that the reason why she still misses him is only because of her husband's guilt towards him.

Her husband's guilt is naturally her guilt.

Let the bright moon be full of thoughts and give people who are worried about them in the distance.

But she knew very well that it was just a concern for her friend, and there was no trace of other impurities.

Exquisite dishes are served on a large mahogany table. Yang Xiaoxi rushed in in a hurry, stretched out his hand to grab it, and Yang Xiaoling grabbed the little gluttonous cat's paws.

The little girl was suddenly displeased: "Second brother, what are you doing?"

"Shhhh......h

"Mother's ......", Yang Xiaofeng called softly, but her mother didn't react. He had to call again.

Mei Luoyun finally turned around, looked at the three children in front of her, and smiled all of a sudden. There are regrets in life, but what is more joyful than having a child around your knees!

She sat down with a smile, but the empty chair above was somewhat sad. In my memory, there are really not many scenes of family reunions, and my husband always has busy things to deal with.

However, it's no wonder that he has too many things for a man to undertake, even for an ordinary farmer, not to mention that his husband is still the head of Qingshui Villa.

It is not easy to support such a large family business.

"Mother, isn't Dad here again"?

Yang Xiaofeng also wanted to ask what an important thing his father was going for, so that he even missed the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion. But after all, he still didn't ask, he knew very well that asking too much would only make his mother sad.

"Your father has something to do, and you also know that it is not easy to maintain such a big family business......", Mei Luoyun was obviously a little lost for a while, looked at the three children in front of him, and suddenly said with relief: "However, now that you are good, Xiaofeng, you have also grown up, and you have to worry more about family affairs in the future, so as to reduce the burden on my shoulders and your father." Also, Xiaoling and Xiaoxi, you two should also be sensible, so that your father and I will be much easier, you know"?

"Uh-huh......", the brother and sister nodded in agreement.

But to be honest, although Yang Xiaofeng promised to do so, he really didn't want to take care of these many mundane affairs. It's just that, as the eldest son in the family, he has to take on many responsibilities.

This is a man's responsibility and a man's fate.

The meal was eaten quickly, and time seemed to pass faster.

By the time the meal was finished, it was already the middle of the moon.

My mother had already ordered people to set up moon cakes in the courtyard, and now is a good time to admire the moon.

"Second brother, let's go enjoy the moon", Yang Xiaoxi took the second brother's hand and couldn't wait to run out, Yang Xiaofeng followed.

Outside, the moonlight was raining, clean and bright. After the noise of the day, everything seems to have fallen asleep.

Even the moonlight itself seemed to be about to fall asleep, and the entire Qingshui Villa had never been so quiet as it was at this moment.

But what Yang Xiaofeng saw was not moonlight, but a knife.

A pair of thin, narrow samurai swords, glowing a faint red glow in the moonlight. I think the knife has killed too many people, and the blood has solidified on the knife.

At this moment, the knife was held in a pair of shriveled ghost-clawed hands.

The hand was hidden in a black cloth from the wrist up, or rather, all the parts of the man except the hands and eyes were hidden in the tight black robe.

I guess that's how the seducer dressed up in hell is probably like this.

With the appearance of this person, the tranquility of Clear Water Villa was instantly broken.

The knife had moved, slashing towards Yang Xiaoling, who was running in front, like a raging wind. However, the knife did not cut at Yang Xiaoling's body, because the knife had been blocked by Yang Xiaofeng.

At the moment when the killer's knife slashed at his younger brother, Yang Xiaofeng's sword had also been shot.

He rarely carries a sword on weekdays, but fortunately, he is practicing the falling snow sword technique just now, which can really be said to be a blessing in misfortune.

In the next moment, the sound of shouting and killing, wailing, and weapon fighting suddenly became one.

It's just that in an instant, Qingshui Villa seems to have turned into a hell on earth, incarnated into a Shura field, and the god of death ruthlessly harvests the life of the world.

This happened without warning.

Yang Xiaofeng was directly stunned, he couldn't understand what was going on.

Of course, he didn't even have time to think about it now. Now, he can only do his best to face the killer in front of him, and at the same time, he doesn't forget to yell and remind his younger brothers and sisters who are already completely stunned:

"Xiaoling, Xiaoxi, go ...... quickly."

The two brothers and sisters hurriedly ran away desperately.

There were more and more killers besieging them, and after a while, there were more than a dozen people, and Yang Xiaofeng had to fight hard.

Although his swordsmanship is exquisite, how can his physical strength be poor after all, not to mention, how can he, a boy who is only sixteen years old, be able to withstand the siege of so many people.

However, Yang Xiaofeng was still desperately resisting, and under his full fight, he was able to withstand the first wave of the killer's attack in a short period of time.

Seeing that they couldn't take a hairy boy for a while, the killers immediately attacked him in groups, as if they were crazy, and slammed their hands at Yang Xiaofeng as if they were crazy.

After many rounds, Yang Xiaofeng's moves have become messy, and it is obvious that he has been defeated.

At this moment, something more terrible happened, or a more terrible person appeared.

A black-robed killer dressed in the same way as everyone else, the only difference is that this person is completely wrapped in a black robe, and the other killers still have eyes and hands exposed, but this person doesn't even show his eyes.

The nightmare that this person brought to Yang Xiaofeng tormented him for several years, and even in later days, he still woke up from the nightmare from time to time.

Yang Xiaofeng had just forced back the first wave of the killer's attack, and was about to take a breath, when he suddenly felt that the hairs on his whole body instantly stood upside down.

He seemed to have the feeling that he was being targeted by a beast, and instinctively, he ducked to the side.

The next moment, a black long sword grazed his skin directly and passed under his armpit, and if he hadn't dodged just in time, he would have been pierced through the heart by a sword.

"Hey......", the killer behind him felt a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Yang Xiaofeng to be able to dodge the sword he just had. For a while, he didn't make another move, just stared at Yang Xiaofeng with interest.

Yang Xiaofeng had already turned around.

In an instant, his whole body was completely cold, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a burst of complete despair.

He didn't even understand why he was desperate, just because of this killer in front of him?

The killer's whole body was completely wrapped in a black robe, even his eyes and hands were no exception, but Yang Xiaofeng knew that he was looking at him.

Those eyes hidden under the black robe seemed to have a strange magical power, so much so that Yang Xiaofeng was only glanced at by these eyes, and just for a moment, he was completely desperate.

It's not fear, it's despair worse than fear.

After a slight pause, the black-robed man finally made another move, but he deliberately slowed down the speed of his moves, which was the same as a cat playing with a mouse, it seemed that he had the intention to play Yang Xiaofeng.

If it weren't for that, I was afraid that Yang Xiaofeng would not have been able to make a move under him at all.

The black-robed man slowly attacked a sword, of course he was blocked by Yang Xiaofeng, and then cut out another sword, this time Yang Xiaofeng dodged the situation, but he was already embarrassed, and the opponent's sword just now was already dodged.

Before he could react, he only felt a pain in his stomach, and he had been kicked to the ground by the black-robed man from his lower abdomen.

The black-robed man seemed to be a little disappointed, it seemed that he had overestimated Yang Xiaofeng, and he finally lost his last patience, and stabbed Yang Xiaofeng with another sword in his hand.

Seeing that Yang Xiaofeng was about to die on the spot. However, the sword did not stab down in the end, and Mei Luoyun took a sword for his son.

The black-robed man's throat suddenly let out a low roar like a wounded beast, roaring, abandoning Yang Xiaofeng and turning to Mei Luoyun.

As if he had gone completely mad, the black-robed man launched a furious attack on Mei Luoyun, and with just one move, he picked up the sword in her hand.

"Feng'er, let's go...... Let's go......".

This is what Yang Xiaofeng heard his mother say to him for the last time in his life.

Then, everything came to an abrupt end.

The next moment, Mei Luoyun had been stabbed by the sword in the black-robed man's hand, and it was directly pierced through his heart.

"Mother, don't ......", Yang Xiaofeng shouted silently, his voice was suddenly completely hoarse.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

The black sword pierced Mei Luoyun's heart like a scythe of death.

Time seemed to freeze at a certain point, and all sounds had stopped.

Yang Xiaofeng's heart was no longer beating, and even his breathing had stopped. He was already stunned, he watched his mother being pierced through the heart by the killer's sword, but he could only watch, just watched, and watched.

He didn't even know what he could do at the moment.

He can't do anything at all, he can't do anything about anything. It turns out that this is the real feeling of despair.

In an instant, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, and even his soul seemed to have been detached from his shell.

All along, the boy never imagined that death would be so close to him.

The boy's eyes were frozen, and he looked at the sword. A black long sword, the blade of the sword is two inches below the sword's ears, and there are clouds and mist in it.

Blood dripped from the sword, and the crimson blood immediately turned black-brown in the cold night wind. Black sword, black blood, and a killer who also wears the black robe of death.

Perhaps, death is sometimes a kind of relief, and he is ready for liberation.

The head was already fainting and almost unconscious, and the eyelids were so heavy that they couldn't open them anymore. At this moment, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Perhaps, when you wake up, it's all just a dream.