Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 529 The Truth Is False ([-])

Xing Mo spent the whole day in such a state in a daze, and finally rejected Ji Xiaomeng's invitation, and went home in the same daze.

"Momo, you are back. I made your favorite lotus root today. You must not disappoint your mother's good intentions and eat more."

Xing Mu, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the footsteps and said with a smile.

Looking at the warm golden light in the kitchen, Xing Mo nodded like a puppet, then went up the stairs and returned to his room.

After returning to the room, Xing Mo hung his schoolbag on the hanger, and hurriedly rummaged through his desk.

Finally she found a whole cabinet of locked notebooks on the bottom of the desk.

Xing Mo looked at those neat notebooks, hesitated for a while and picked up one in order.

She has always had the habit of writing notes. Basically, since kindergarten, she has been able to spell out her mood for the day in pinyin. When she was able to write, she never stopped for a day.

She took out the first one, which was her youngest memory.

When can I get more little red flowers?Will there be watermelon for lunch tomorrow?How can we make more children in the kindergarten?Will my mother do more coupling after returning home?

In this book, there are all the innocent words of children, and the strokes are immature, but people can vaguely see that the owner has been in a carefree living environment since he was a child.

Xing Mo didn't speak. After locking the notebook and putting it back, he picked up the second, third, and fourth...

It records everything about her from childhood to adulthood in detail, from crooked pinyin to beautiful and fair calligraphy, whether it is handwriting or content, it can be seen that she has lived in a happy family since she was a child, and the journey is smooth People who grew up with the water.

She lived a carefree life until college, and her teachers loved her classmates, caring parents, and well-being. No matter from which point of view, she had no choice.

However, Xing Mo wrote his name on the blank paper, and carefully compared it with the previous font.

Her writing is like a person's, although these two writings look very similar, but the former's strokes and strokes are full of gentleness, while her writing has an unconcealable arrogance and sharpness in it.

Xing Mo leaned heavily on the recliner, and closed his eyes tiredly.

In my mind, the scene of sword light and blood shadow was constantly playing in the brain. The woman with blood on her face expressionlessly used the vermilion Ya Zi sword to harvest lives one by one.

He regards everything in the world like a dog, and kills decisively and cold-bloodedly.

That woman is her, but she is completely different from her now.

In her mind, she has no father, no mother, no care, no care, is hated and hunted down by the world, step by step to obtain self-protection through blood and bones.

This is not right, how could she be like that?
Her parents adored her, and hardly anyone disliked her.

What a beautiful appearance, it is completely two extremes from the appearance in the dream, it is simply a life like heaven...

Fuck!
Xing Mo tugged at his hair irritably, feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, the voice of the criminal mother came from downstairs, "Momo, come down quickly, the lotus root box is already fried."

Suppressing what was wrong in his heart, Xing Mo locked all the notebooks and put them back, and went downstairs.

(End of this chapter)