My wife is not a demon

"My son! My son!"

The old woman screamed and cursed at Meng Yanqing. "I will kill you! I will kill your daughter! I will make you pay!"

The rain-wet hair was scattered on the beautiful woman's forehead, covering some of her eyes, only a trace of coldness could be seen vaguely.

"laugh……"

Meng Yanqing walked towards the old woman with the ax in hand, and the tip of the ax made tiny scratches on the ground.

Looking at the old woman who kept cursing, she sighed and said, "I know you love your child deeply and understand your heart as a mother. But...you really make me feel sick!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Yanqing picked up the ax and chopped down.

Most of the old woman's head was cut off, and blood sprayed out, splashing Meng Yanqing all over.

The woman suddenly didn't realize it.

Looking at the body of the old woman who was slowly falling to the ground, his expression was indifferent.

After a long time, just as Meng Yanqing was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little monster who had been knocked unconscious by his father with an axe. It seemed that he was about to wake up, and his legs were moving slowly.

"Almost forgot about you little bastard."

Meng Yanqing walked over and watched condescendingly.

The little monster shook its head and woke up. After seeing the woman standing in front of it, it opened its mouth and let out a piercing and angry cry.

puff!

In the next second, his head was smashed into a cloud of fly ash by the giant axe!

The fire in his chest was still burning.

Countless emotions rolled up from the stomach, stuck in the beautiful woman's heart, stuck in her throat, difficult to express.

She lifted her blood-stained cheek and closed her eyes.

Quietly listening to the thunder and rain outside the door, quietly listening to the blood flowing in the old woman's head, quietly listening to my own heartbeat...

Bang!

The ax in his hand fell to the ground.

But she grabbed the handle of the ax again, holding it tightly in her jade hand, the back of her hand was stretched out with blue veins.

Dragging an axe, Meng Yanqing stepped across the pool of blood in her white snow skirt, and came to the desolate courtyard ravaged by heavy rain, letting the icy rain wash away the blood stains on her body.

Gradually, she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on her face.

A cool, cold wind blows, and the leaves rustle, as if weeping sadly.

At this time, there were bursts of rustling sounds in the bushes and woods.

I saw a figure began to appear.

They twisted their bodies, and surrounded Meng Yanqing with a strange posture, as if they had found delicious food, and made excited sounds.

Meng Yanqing took a deep breath and held the handle of the ax with both hands.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

The woman's eyes are firm.

She is just a mortal.

But she is also a mother, a mother who can risk everything for her daughter and face all fears!

But when these monsters were about to approach, they suddenly became agitated one by one.

Then they began to leave quickly, and soon disappeared.

Meng Yanqing was a little puzzled.

Suddenly, she seemed to have a feeling, and turned around to look!

At some point behind her, there stood a little girl, staring at her faintly, with a strange smile on her lips: "It really surprised me."

"Little Xuan'er!"

Looking at the familiar girl's face, Meng Yanqing rubbed her eyes, unable to believe it for a moment.

She threw down the axe, rushed over to hug the girl in surprise, and cried as if she had been pierced into a fountain of tears: "Mother found you, mother finally found you, little Xuan'er, I'm sorry, yes Mother is late, sorry..."

The woman kept blaming herself, holding the girl's arm quite hard, as if she wanted to rub the girl into her heart.

"Your daughter is dead."

The woman's thin lips moved slightly, letting out an empty and emotionless voice.

Meng Yanqing's tender body froze, but she didn't seem to hear, she still hugged the girl and told her how she missed and felt guilty.

She got up and grabbed the little girl's cold hand: "Let's go, little Xuan'er, mother will take you home."

But the girl was like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Meng Yanqing wiped away the tears from her face, squatted in front of the girl and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile: "Xiao Xuan'er, mother has cooked a lot of your favorite dishes, and also bought a lot of candied haws. What do you want to eat in the future, mother will tell you what to eat." I won't stop you. Can you go with mother?"

The beautiful woman continued to pull the girl, but she was still unable to pull the other half.

The picture seemed to freeze at this moment.

Obviously the mother and daughter are holding hands, but they seem to be separated in two worlds, and they cannot be together forever.

Meng Yanqing shrugged her fragrant shoulders, tears kept falling in the rain, she hugged the girl's petite body again, sobbing and begging:

"Mother, please, come with me, please? Mother is willing to do anything for you, as long as you can return to Mother..."

Saying this, the woman burst into tears.

The girl gently wiped the tears from the beautiful woman's face, and asked softly: "Why do people feel sad when someone dies, it will happen to everyone sooner or later."

Judging from the girl's tone and expression, she seemed eager to know the answer to this question.

Meng Yanqing sobbed and replied softly: "Because people have feelings."

"emotion?"

It seems difficult for the demon to understand these illusory things.