Chapter 96

Ziqianmo entered Mo Yan's dream.

What you can see is a small black house full of blood.

The pale and beautiful five-year-old tied to the post has a somewhat similar outline to Mo Yan. He is holding a frantically struggling kitten in his hand. Zhizhihua cat dies.

A tall, faceless man, like a devil, whispered and bewitched in his ear.

One small animal after another died.

Five year old Mo Yan, the expression on his face from collapse, to numbness, to expressionless.

The shameless man, who called himself master Moyan, laughed wildly, proud and cruel.

Ziqianmo immediately realized that this was an unbearable memory of Mo Yan's childhood, and it was one of the darkest memories hidden in his heart. And this evil Faceless Man is Mo Yan's childhood shadow.

Why no face?

This shows that Mo Yan has never seen the evil man's face, so he can't imagine his face in his dream.

"I was wrong." Ziqianmo already knew it.

Why did Mo Yan refuse to give himself Shun Mao again and again.

Why do you like the beast like yourself, but always refuse to drive her away.

He didn't hate her, he hated himself and wanted to protect her!

Mo Yan can't wake up from the nightmare, so let her help him. Ziqianmo raised the furry little white claw, facing the direction of the demon Faceless Man, and patted it hard.

Dream is the body of soul consciousness.

In terms of soul power, no one can compare with Baize, the demon king.

Ziqianmo this claw down, the devil Faceless Man issued a scream, was patted to death, fell on the ground, smoked a few times, became a fragment of consciousness, disappeared.

The villain's gone, the nightmare's over.

The little black house disappeared.

Ziqianmo was also popped out of Mo Yan's dream and returned to the small body where Yang God came out of the body.

Mo Yan also slowly opened his heavy eyelids, which seemed to be pressed by a huge stone. His whole body had been soaked in cold sweat, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water. His face was so pale that his lips were bloodless.

However, when he saw that he was pinching baituanzi with one hand and his neck with the other, his black pupil contracted violently, as if he had been punctured. He quickly let go of the hand that hurt baituanzi, and his face became more ugly. His thin dry lips moved and his voice overflowed with a voice of chagrin: "sorry --"

He hated himself very much. There was a sea of corpses in the dark pupil.

After all these years, he... How could he do such a thing again?

"Does it hurt?"

I hate myself, but I love this white ball.

Along the way, the little thing helped himself many times, released good intentions to himself, and even presented the precious burning Xi double swords to himself. But what did he do?

It's time to go to hell!

After ziqianmo was free, in order to avoid touching his taboo again, he jumped down from his palm, opened his mouth and coughed.

Cough, small body will inevitably shiver a few times, shiver off a few hairs.

"Nothing."

Mo Yan thinks that she is scared by herself. He quickly avoids himself and shrinks on the grass, shivering. He is choked so hard that he can't breathe and cough. For a moment, he feels more guilty.

"It's my fault."

He sat in front of her with his head slightly down.