A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 375 Mo Yan, not afraid

Qi Youqing had seen many bloody scenes, but when he saw clearly the scene where Mo Yan was trapped in a nightmare, his face couldn't help but darken slightly.

The sky was dim, as if covered with a layer of dusty yellow sand. It was inexplicably sad and desolate. The lanterns hanging on the houses were swaying "squeaking", and the dilapidated windows were crumbling. Looking down...

There were corpses lying on the ground, men, women, old and young, densely packed all over the long street.

Looking around, there was actually no place to stay on the entire long street. It was all piled up with corpses. The dark red blood made the long street look like a dark red river.

Qi Youqing looked around but did not see Mo Yan.

Since it was a scene that appeared in Mo Yan's nightmare, the scene shown in front of him must be related to Mo Yan.

Qi Youqing squatted down and was about to check the body at his feet when he saw the scene in front of him suddenly change.

The long street covered with corpses and flowing with blood disappeared.

replaced by……

"Demon Realm."

Although Qi Youqing has never been to the Demon Realm alone, he has read a lot of books and knows the characteristics of the Demon Realm.

The tall and sharp-looking building in front of you is the symbol of the aristocracy of the demon world.

It is surrounded by cold and dark walls, and the night pearls dotted on them do not actually provide good lighting, but they just look extremely gorgeous.

The sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh came from a corner not far away, followed by the muffled sound of a woman.

Qi Youqing frowned slightly, hiding his breath, and quickly looked for the place where the sound came from. The distance was not far, and he soon saw two figures.

The gentle woman was pressed against the cold stone wall, and circles of blood stained her chest, turning her lavender dress red.

Qi Youqing recognized that woman. She had appeared when the Qingya Sect was causing trouble. She was Mo Yan's biological mother, Mo Yun.

As for the person who attacked Mo Yun, Qi Youqing couldn't really see his appearance because of the angle he was standing at.

It's just that it can be seen that the man is surrounded by a terrifying and violent demonic energy, and he should be a member of the demon clan.

This is the scene before me.

Could it be that something happened to Mo Yan's biological mother? And Mo Yan couldn't accept it?

Qi Youqing only felt that this guess was probably correct.

So, as long as he saves Mo Yun now, Mo Yan's situation will be better?

The moment this idea came to his mind, Qi Youqing was ready to take action, but when he saw Mo Yun's expression and subconscious movements clearly, a ridiculous and terrifying guess emerged in his mind.

There was pain in Mo Yun's expression, but there was even more tenderness and puzzling complex affection that couldn't be hidden.

The slender fingers were raised tremblingly, not like struggling, but more like comforting.

"Ayan..."

The soft murmur became particularly clear in the empty space.

Qi Youqing paused and looked at the man with his back turned.

So...it's Mo Yan!

The boy's hand penetrated the woman's chest without any hesitation.

The most fragile and softest heart in the human body would burst open in his hand in the next moment.

He, Mo Yan, had experienced this scene thousands of times.

He struggled at first, but it was of no use. The predetermined ending happened again and again. He seemed to be trapped in this body. He could only watch and had no initiative to control this body.

"Mo Yan, stop!"

Qi Youqing's calm and indifferent voice had a rare hint of urgency. He suddenly rushed forward and held Mo Yan's hand with his cold hands.

The nightmare felt like it was being shattered.

Qi Youqing suddenly appeared in front of him, making Mo Yan's chaotic consciousness gradually clear up.

"Senior...brother?"

The young man looked at him steadily, his voice hoarse and confused.

When he heard his voice really coming out of his mouth and into his ears again, Mo Yan's pupils shrank, and the hand that was submerged in Mo Yun's body released hastily.

Mo Yun's breath gradually weakened, but luckily, Mo Yan let go, giving her a moment of breathing space.

Her fingertips lightly touched the boy's cheek, and a loving and gentle smile appeared on her face. Her voice was as light as cicada wings, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

"Mom knows, it wasn't our Ayan just now..."

Mo Yun knew that Mo Yan was not in the right state.

How could a child who had been dependent on her mother since she was a child and even tried her best to take care of her mother suddenly be so cruel to her.

Even if he must die, the first thing that comes to Mo Yun's mind is not fear.

It's about whether her children will be scared day and night when they recall this scene in the future.

Mo Yan struck hard and gave her no chance to struggle.

Therefore, she knew that she would probably not survive. Even if Mo Yan stopped now, it would be difficult for her to survive.

Mo Yan, a child like her, has suffered too much and suffered too much since she was a child.

The last side she could not bear to leave to her children was ferocious and painful.

Warm and soft fingertips caressed the young man's eyebrows, the force was as gentle as falling goose down, and Mo Yun's eyes reflected the young man's silent tears.

Just like when she was a child, she comforted Mo Yan, wiping his tear-stained cheeks and whispering softly: "Ah Yan... I'm not afraid..."