"Mother..." Yili said in disbelief. He looked at Mo Qi, who had an indifferent expression, and squeezed his hands unconsciously.
Mother...
Mo Qi thought to himself, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Yili with a half-smile.
He was dressed in purple, and Mo Qi knew that it was what she had given him as a gift that night. The purple clothes, the purple clothes, were still that purple, but the purple was full of blood stains, and the blood on that face was stinging.
Looking into Mo Qi's eyes.
It stings all over.
Mo Qi moved closer and further away, but the steps he was about to take collapsed at the same time. His feet gave way, causing Mo Qiban to kneel on the ground.
At this point, a stream of blood slowly flowed and stopped right in front of Mo Qi's eyes. The bright red blood stung Mo Qi's eyes again.
Mo Qi's eyes were red, and he was panting, getting faster and faster.
"Mother." Yili whispered and ran towards Mo Qi stumblingly. He stretched out his hand to help Mo Qi up, but what he received was...
With a 'pop' sound, Yili fell down in a pool of blood, his eyes widened and he looked at Mo Qi in disbelief, "Mother, mother, hit me..."
Yili stretched out his hand and touched his face. It was very hot and painful. It was a burning pain.
Mo Qi clenched his hand, which hurt.
"Why did you hit me? Why?" Tears flowed down like particles.
Yili shouted to Mo Qi silently, his purple eyes flashing with the words.
Did I hit Li'er?
Why?
Mo Qi slowly raised his head and looked at a face full of tears and blood. He opened his lips and wanted to explain, but still couldn't say a word.
Yili continued to cry and talk, but Mo Qi couldn't hear any sound.
Are you mute?
Are you deaf?
Mo Qi raised his hand, but couldn't use it.
"Li'er..." He tried his best to raise his hand, but he still couldn't.
A sound like dripping water suddenly appeared.
This time, Mo Qi listened very seriously.
Suddenly looking around, he saw a boy picking up an ax and trying to strike at Yili.
But before the boy could get close, he fell to the ground and died.
Looking at Yili again, he didn't know when he stood up, he didn't know when he held a sword in his hand, and he didn't know when the sword was stained with blood.
And the smell of blood filled every corner of the house for a while.