Zhou Wangjing felt the pain of being penetrated.

At an angle he could not see, Ye Qiao's hand penetrated through his side chest, and all the major arteries around his heart were torn and cut, and blood gushed out like a spring water along the rupture.

Faced with such pain, Zhou Wangjing did not let go of the woman in front of him.

Instead, he hugged the woman in his arms tighter.

He kept tightening his arms, and blood oozing out of his chest and dyeing the woman's body red.

He saw the scar on the woman's snow-white shoulders, which were shallow and inconspicuous.

He cried and then kept burying his head into the woman's warm neck, just like he would do when he was very young and was wronged.

He actually knew very well that his mother had died seven years ago.

What is death? It is a cry that can no longer hold your own hands, a cry that can no longer be received in response, and all the beauty of all, the happy past has turned into unbearable sad memories.

So he cried loudly, tears and blood dripped on the ground together, and the crying gradually became louder, and then gradually weakened in the weakness of blood loss.

Eventually, he let go of his hands in paleness and almost loss of consciousness.

Everything in front of you is like a beautiful dream, and at the last moment before the dream ends, the picture flashing in front of you is the scene where a woman pushes herself down from the window indifferently.

From then on, my eyes were covered in darkness and no more light.

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Yann also walked out of the ruins. He stretched, then picked up the broken pocket watch on the ground, and looked out the window with a smile and looked at the direction of the falling scenery.

A parrot flew out of the window and stood on Yaen's shoulder.

"You will kill him like this, Zhou Wangzun said, he cannot die." The parrot in the fire and smoke could no longer see the scene on the ground.

"Anla, with his current physical characteristics, even if he falls from such a tall building, he should not be damaged to the core and lead to death... I hope this is the case." Yann waved his hand and whispered haha.

"You said Zhou Wangzun? This matter has something to do with him... What do you want to do?" Mr. Cain's cold voice suddenly came from the pocket watch. This was the first time he spoke to someone so seriously and coldly. For him, everyone he met at the moment was more like a baby, and Yaen in front of him was undoubtedly an old monster born at the same time as him.

As for the parrot on his shoulder, he didn't think that the talking parrot would be a normal guy who could stand on Yarn's shoulder.

"It's just that a child who has lost his parents meets his mother whom he has been thinking about day and night." Yann said with a smile.

"Ye Qiao in front of me is not a so-called replica. She obviously has almost all the cells and Hume reactions of Ye Qiao, so Zhou Wangjing did such a moth to the fire." Mr. Biao looked at Ye Qiao standing against the wall in front of him. The woman seemed to have some behaviors of her own, such as looking around and turning her head, but her eyes still seemed very dull and unsightly. "She is Zhou Wangjing's mother, but she is also a dead body without a soul."

"It is worthy of being the earliest face god born in this world at the same time as me, Van Alphonsi, who can see the tricks at a glance." Yann was a little surprised and exclaimed.

In his opinion, the so-called induction of parents and children is ridiculous. Those who can judge the other party's identity are always Hume characteristics and deviation values ​​between the light-seekers.

"You are right. The woman in front of you is indeed not a fake product. She is the real Ye Qiao's original body." Yann said: "Apart from the silent dead soul, any part of them is the same."

"How can you know my name? My name must have not told anyone else." Van Alphons growled, but Yaen naturally would not answer his question, so he asked the parrot again: "He should be able to completely reshape and control other people's bodies through the divine meal... Could it be that the sea Bodhisattva seven years ago..."

Mr. Biao had such a bold idea. Could it be that the Bodhisattva of Sea seven years ago was Yaen's clone?

No, this is not right. If this is the case, Zhou Wangzun, who is in contact with him, would not have known it. In order to investigate the failure of Jiaodong County, Zhou Wangzun and his grandfather Zhou Huanyu both took great risks to chase and investigate. In the end, only Zhou Wangzun came back alone... Could it be that these are his cover-up?

Yanen smiled and was about to answer, but his face slightly sank the next second.

He and the parrot on his shoulder looked at the office door, or to be more precise, the corridor outside the door.

Something is heading here.

"Although I really want to communicate with the earliest seniors of the God-Entering God in our temple, especially the things you see in the world you see when you climb to the top of the temple."

‘Our temple? That world?’ Mr. Biao was surprised and was not sure whether the world he was talking about was the same as what he thought.

"But the disturbers always come suddenly. There should be no disturbance when the gorgeous music is played... Just this time, let's do this, Alphonsi." After saying that, the parrot hooked up his pocket watch with his claws and took it out of the high altitude outside the window.

"The long night is approaching, and the stage is about to begin. Someone has prepared a seat. You and I are important audiences... and are waiting for the most important musician to make a grand debut." He said, the fleshy bag released by Yaen was wrapped in a pocket watch to form a protective layer.

"Who is the most important musician you mentioned? Zhou Wangzun? He knows what I see in the world, where it is, what does it have to do with my existence, and what are the things you do!"

"The riddle will always be solved before the end. Spoilers are always the worst behavior to destroy the great script." The parrot flapped his wings, shook his head, and refused to answer his question. "This world is a tragedy, an endless, meaningless tragedy, and what we do will make the tragedy that tortured this world for more than 400 years disappear... At that time, I will greet you again, Alphonsi."

After saying this, the parrot let go of his claws and his pocket watch fell downstairs.

The parrot flew back to Yarn's shoulder.

"Eat 053 quickly and leave here. I can feel that the other party is already very close." The parrot looked at the little girl huddled in the corner and said to the somewhat careless Yann.

Before he could finish his words, the fleshy texture of the office door was broken like tofu, and a strong sound came from outside.

"I don't think he has this good fortune."
Chapter completed!