Bai Mo's eyes were dark, and he stood up and walked towards Ji Xianying and Ji Changyao.

The word relatives is too luxurious for him.

From birth, my mother resented him and vented all her unhappiness on him. He was a goods that could be sold and could be used for venting at any time. He lived like a dog. At that time, there was still some hope for the word "living", but later...

Bai Mo pulled up the corners of his lips, and his smile was a little cold and thin, making people feel cold and grey.

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

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

The people in this world who most hope that he will die are all his relatives, so the word "relatives" is really a luxury for him.

He only knew that his Ranran was his whole world, and now... his whole world is gone.

Ji Changyao's body trembled, as if he had thought of something. He was dragging his body and could move. He pounced on the girl in the wheelchair next to him. The gun in his hand wanted to press against the other party's head, trying to threaten Bai Mo. After all... he saw how important this person was to Bai Mo.

But... Ji Changyao leaned a little a little bit, grabbed the girl's clothes in the wheelchair, and gently walked on the red hat brim, and the girl's face appeared in front of everyone.

It was a dead face, a dead face as pale as paper.

Although it is winter now and it is not easy for corpses, it has been around for about a long time. He saw red and purple corpses spread all over her face, and his gray-white eyes were open, making people feel cold all over her body. The fake covered on the girl's head was also torn off by Ji Changyao, revealing her bloody forehead. The smile on the corner of her lips made people extremely scared, and there was obvious thread of the corpse sewn on her neck.

The girl was sitting in a wheelchair like a well-behaved puppet.

"Ah..." Ji Changyao was so scared that he screamed directly, his head was confused. He probably didn't expect that the girl who had never made any sound in the wheelchair was a corpse.

When Bai Mo saw this scene, he frowned slightly, picked up the fake on the ground, put it on the girl's head, covering the bloody and bloody forehead. He had a gentle look, grabbed the girl's hand, knelt on one knee, gently kissed the back of the palm covered with corpse spots, and spoke in a low voice.

"It's very lonely."

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

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

...

The wind and snow outside were getting heavier and heavier. After midnight, it seemed that the firecrackers and fireworks around him seemed to be much less. Bai Mo sat on the steps, wearing white plastic gloves, holding a scalpel dripping with blood in his hand, wrapping the girl in his arms in his coat, letting her head press on his chest, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were covered with white mist and a few drops of blood. His eyes were gentle and he lowered his head to kiss the girl's lips.

The moment Bai Mo kissed, the fireworks in the yard flew into the sky with a chirping sound, blooming in the dark night sky, with brilliant lights illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. The snow in the yard was stained with blood and a blood mark that was drawn out was particularly obvious. At the place where you were about to arrive at the gate of the yard, the blood mark disappeared.

"Ranran, Happy New Year, do you still like the New Year gift I gave you?"
Chapter completed!