"Di Ming..."

The heart hurt rashly, and Mao Tangtang kept murmuring.

And this pain also made Mao Tangtang's eyes, which had already been dissipated, focus.

Di Xiaoguai frowned. The smell of blood in the air was too strong, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, within a few seconds, something was wrong with Di Xiaoguai. With his mother's strength, it was impossible for people to get close to him, and it was someone she disliked.

Suddenly, Di Xiaoguai picked up the "big white" in his hand and pointed at his face with blood, with a distorted expression.

"What did you do to my mommy?"

Di Xiaoguai asked calmly, and his steps were getting closer to Chen Jing little by little.

He dared not act recklessly, and the ties in his heart allowed him to know the danger of his mother at this moment.

And the facts are just as Di Xiaoguai thought.

Watching Di Xiaoguai slowly approaching them with the things in her hand, she not only wasn't afraid, but instead chuckled calmly for a while.

Then, she moved half a step to the left unscrupulously, "What did I do to your mommy? Can't you watch it yourself?"

It was just half a step away that Di Xiaoguai clearly saw a dagger inserted into Mao Tangtang's heart, and the person holding the dagger was a quiet smile on his face.

Di Xiaoguai's eyes were red, "Mommy!"

...

At that time...

Di Ming, who was restrained by some kind of force, felt a sudden start to hurt his heart. This severe pain was no less than when Mao Tangtang was poisoned and disappeared.

This also lets Di Ming know...

Something happened to his cat!

"Cat..." Di Ming murmured to himself, nostalgic and gentle in his whisper.

At this time, Di Ming, wearing a black nightgown, was in an endless sea of ​​flowers. What makes people feel strange is that his body has always been transparent.

Looking at his sight, in the flower circle not far away, a man with a stunning appearance was peacefully asleep, and he was also a man without a heart.

The reason why men sleep peacefully is that the corners of their mouths keep slightly curled up, as if they want to tell everyone in the world how happy they are at this moment.

And what was surprising was...

This man has a face exactly the same as Di Ming. In other words, there are actually two Di Mings in this sea of ​​flowers!

The same appearance, the same pale skin, and the thin lips are also slightly curled up.

The difference is that when the thin lips are curled, one represents happiness, and the other is enduring great pain.

...

"Ha...so that's the case? But...what does that matter?"

The crazy and morbid whispers were filled with cruelty and chilling coldness.

Di Ming slowly stood up and looked at the person who was walking in front of him. In the end, only indifference and strange happiness and gratitude remained in his eyes.

Then I no longer look at the dead people in front of me, and go against the confused sea of ​​flowers step by step.

In the sun, his sweaty body proved that he had just experienced an unprecedented torture.

During the time here, Di Ming was like an outsider, and he had finished watching his previous life.

Let’s start over for a lifetime, and what should have been forgotten happened again. For the current Emperor Ming, what is it not torture?

A life here...

His cat doesn't love him.

And he... ruined the world here with his own hands because there was no Mao Tangtang here.

He was glad that he ruined the world without Mao Tangtang.
Chapter completed!