Qi Mo looked at Zhong Qingye's pale face through the gaps between her fingers, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted behind the mask. She suddenly wanted to ask this question, and wanted to violently tear off the mask that was missing from her face. Her heart was flowing.
What color is blood?【】
But with her hands covering her face, he couldn't ask anything.
There is an abyss in her heart, and a lot of things may be buried in it. She herself is the most pious guardian, guarding it carefully and hysterically, and perhaps she will not let others walk in for the rest of her life.
When he thought of this, Qi Mo's heart was on fire, and a sense of power enveloped his mind like never before. Such Zhong Qingye made it impossible for him to do anything. Even if he had great abilities, he couldn't force someone to do anything to him.
Conditional trust, not to mention this person, he doesn't want to hurt you no matter what.
On the other side, Zhong Qingye had quickly collected his emotions, stood up and opened the cage with copper wire. Qi Mo grabbed her hand and frowned: "What do you want to do?"
Zhong Qingye said without looking back: "I want to save him."
As soon as the woman lying on the ground heard this sentence, her pupils were suddenly filled with a radiant look, and she stared at her with wide eyes. The tears mixed with the blood on her head, and there was a faint red color, which continued.
Come down.
Zhong Qingye looked at her, as if through her face that was neither human nor ghost, he could see his mother who once hugged him tightly and roared hysterically.
It was those hands that were constantly trembling in darkness that made Zhong Qingye what he is today.
She is a true vampire. Her father died tragically at the hands of the organization for her. Her mother cut off the flesh and blood of her beloved to prolong her life. It was she who sucked away all the happiness and warmth of her parents, even their flesh and blood.
, they were all eaten away by her one by one.
Zhong Qingye's heart was filled with silence. A long, blood-stained bell kept ringing in his ears, a cycle of sorrow and joy, as if he was sternly scolding her for being such a bloody vampire who poisoned her parents.
The continuous blood entangled her soul like a poisonous snake. No matter how many reincarnations or how many years passed, she could not erase the sins. Let her pay for them alone.
The last time, just think it is for Ah Xuan's kindness, just for the dream that she has forgotten her mind, and more importantly, she also has a mother like this.
Her parents died, Ah Xuan died, everything started from her, and everything was destroyed by her.
No one can save her, so just let her perish alone.
Anyway...everything is meaningless.
"Are you crazy? Do you know who he is?" Qi Mo frowned, holding her cold fingers tightly, his deep voice suppressing the dull anger in the darkness.
Zhong Qingye shook his head slightly, his whole body went limp, and all his strength disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.
"He is the only great-great-grandson of the Xiling family, Xiling Luochen."
Zhong Qingye nodded slightly and responded lightly: "Yes."
Qi Moxin was furious. He grabbed Zhong Qingye's shoulders and turned her around. Unable to suppress his anger, he shouted: "Are you really not understanding or are you just pretending to be stupid? He is an important prisoner. If he is in prison,
Missing will definitely..."
"So what?" Zhong Qingye interrupted him quietly, looked up at him, with a faint fire dancing in his pupils, and repeated word by word: "So what?"
Qi Mo's heart skipped a beat, and his anger instantly exploded: "How dare you ask me?!"
"Even if you are a prisoner, it is just a fight between your royal family. Isn't it enough to sacrifice so many people just for the so-called power?" Zhong Qingye looked at him coldly, his tone was cold and without warmth, and he finished speaking.
He waved his hand away, turned around and said coldly: "If you are afraid of injuring yourself, then you can rest assured that I will not make you angry."
After a pause, she suddenly chuckled, her voice mocking and full of compassion: "I actually thought that you and Qi Mu are different. In the final analysis, you are just a lackey of power."
Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at her in astonishment, his pupils trembling slightly in his eyes.
Zhong Qingye seemed to have lost the last of his patience. He knelt down and looked at the woman who was still breathing. Her eyelashes were slightly drooped, and most of her dark eyes were covered. She looked at the woman quietly and said softly.
: "I promise you, as long as I live one day, nothing will happen to your son."
The woman's whole body trembled, as if she was looking at her inexplicably, her pupils dilated a little and then shrank again, like a dying crane, crying out to her sadly, overflowing tears mottled her entire face, mixed with red and white,
Horrible.
Zhong Qingye reached out and took hold of her fingers that were placed on the ground. He squeezed them tightly and said every word as if he was swearing: "Leave your son to me."
A large stream of blood-red tears suddenly welled up in the woman's eyes, and they slid down the sharp arc of her face. They looked like big red flowers blooming on the ground, shining brightly.
The fingers held tightly by Zhong Qingye suddenly tightened, as if she had exhausted her last bit of strength, the woman tried her best to open her lips, trembling, blood flowed from the broken lips, intermittent broken sounds came from her throat, and blood foam
It came up in large amounts and dripped from the corners of my lips.
Her squirming lips were narrating hysterically, thank you, thank you...
However, she could no longer make any sound. The fingers held by Zhong Qingye spasmed for a moment. Before anyone could react, her scarred head suddenly fell to the ground and hit her forehead.
The hard and cold ground made a loud bang, like a hammer hitting my heart.
The child who had been sitting next to him in silence all the time trembled violently for a moment, and the fingers that reached out from the darkness were trembling uncontrollably, and they slowly but firmly touched the woman's eyes that were still wide open before she died.
Zhong Qingye gently cracked his dry lips, the curvature was like a dead butterfly wing, mourning the woman who was still staring at her even after she died. Her eyes even had the light of hope at the last moment, and she was stubborn.
A sense of comfort conveyed from another world.
Do you just believe her? You didn't even ask for any reason.
Do you just not believe her? Even when you die, you have to watch everything about her with your eyes.
There was a tragic cry in Zhong Qingye's heart, either for this woman or for herself. She slowly loosened her tightly clenched hands and slowly put the woman's cold arms back to her side.