Shura Fields Everywhere in the World [Quick Pass]

In the narrow two-bedroom room, a man and a woman are arguing in the living room. The man blushed and kicked the tea table loudly. He pointed at the woman sitting on the sofa covering her face and crying, "Now! Immediately! Take that bastard from my house. Get out!"

"I really have no one else, Tianhe, listen to my explanation." The woman put down her hands and begged, "The child is innocent, he is really your son."

"Oh, Yang Jingyu, don't think I'll believe you again! Get out! Immediately! Otherwise, I'll kill you and then kill that bastard!" The man's forehead was full of veins, and when he saw the woman not moving, he kicked open the bedroom door angrily. , took out a three or four-year-old boy from inside, and threw him at the woman without mercy.

The woman caught the boy in a hurry, and she hugged the child and complained, "Why are you so cruel? Throwing the child like this will hurt you!"

"Bah! I don't know where the bastard came from, my son? Is he worthy? He will be clean only after he dies!" The man sneered.

The boy who just woke up from his sleep obviously didn't understand why his father who always loved him suddenly became so scary, and his eyes widened in confusion in the woman's arms, "Dad."

Hearing this address, the man's eyes suddenly turned violently red. He picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, raised his hand and threw it at the boy.

The boy was hit straight on the head, blood flowed profusely from his forehead, and he burst into tears immediately.

The man hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to coax him, but he quickly realized that he was furious and kicked the TV cabinet. He leaned over and scraped all the sundries on the ground, yelling, "Get out! Get out!" As he spoke, he rushed into the kitchen and took out a machete, "If you don't leave, I'll kill you!"

Seeing that the man really wanted to kill them, the woman staggered out of the house holding the child covered in blood.

After the two left, the man let go of his hand, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground. He squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and wept silently.

On the street in the middle of the night, the woman walked slowly with her head down. She didn't know how long she had been walking. The street lamps made her shadow long.

The little boy staggeringly followed behind her. The wound on his forehead was still bleeding, and half of his face was covered in red. He looked a little tired, and he had lost too much blood. His face was extremely pale, and he couldn't help shouting: "Mom, I'm tired."

The woman seemed to realize that the child was still behind her, she turned around, her eyes were full of guilt, she squatted in front of the boy, took out a piece of paper and wiped the blood on his face, "I'm sorry, baby, it's my mother's fault, Does it hurt?"

The boy shook his head and replied obediently, "It doesn't hurt anymore, Mom."

The woman wiped the boy's wound with pity, and then she didn't know what to think of, her eyes suddenly filled with hatred, and she raised her hand and slapped the boy's face fiercely.

"Snapped!"

When she slapped her, half of the boy's clean, white and tender cheeks suddenly swelled up. He seemed to be blinded by the fan. He stared blankly at the woman, neither speaking nor crying. His eyes were full of confusion. After a while, he shouted: "Mother."

The woman looked at her burning palm because of too much strength, and then at the huge palm print on the boy's face, her eyes loosened, she hugged him guiltily and cried, "I'm sorry, baby, mom didn't mean to Yes, mom isn't angry with you, it's all mom's fault, mom shouldn't hit you."

The boy raised his little hand, as if he wanted to comfort his mother, but was suddenly pushed out by her.

"It's all your fault!" the woman cried.

A three-year-old child was pushed out by an adult woman with all her strength. How could he keep his body steady? He almost flew out, half of his body hit the edge of a flower bed by the roadside, and then rolled around on the ground before stopping .

He was lying on the ground with his eyes half-opened, full of doubts, he still didn't understand what happened when he was a little boy, why did his good parents treat him like this?But he didn't cry anymore, because he remembered that his father had taught him that boys should not cry casually.

But it really hurts.

For a long time, the little boy stood up with support. His left arm seemed to be broken, and he hung on the side without responding.

After the two attacks just now, he became a little afraid of women, and shouted from a distance: "Mom..."

At this time, the woman seemed to calm down. She looked at the little boy and reached out to him, "Baby, come here."

Looking at her hand, the little boy took two steps back in fear.

"Mom knows she was wrong, and she won't beat you again. Come here, mom just wants to see where you are hurt." The woman said softly.

The little boy stared at the woman for a while before hesitatingly stepped forward.

This time the woman really didn't hit him, and carefully wiped the ashes on his forehead, and gently blew on the wound, "It hurts to fly."

"Mom, pain didn't fly, I'm still in pain," said the little boy.

"Be good, baby. Mommy will take you to a place where you won't feel any pain." The woman touched the back of the boy's head, opened her arms and picked him up.

The commercial street in the center of Qinhai City has already quieted down at this time, and only the security guards and cleaning staff are left in the huge shopping mall.

The woman is quite familiar with this place, she carried the child up through the safety passage, and finally opened the roof door.

"Mom, it's so dark in here," said the little boy. "When are we going home?"

"Hurry up, mommy's sweet baby, mommy will take you home right away." The woman walked towards the edge of the roof step by step.

The railing on the edge of the roof is quite high, and the woman's height alone obviously cannot step on it. She glanced at the child in her arms, lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, "My dear, you go home first, mother will soon just come."

Immediately afterwards she lifted the child with both hands and threw him downstairs.

When Zhai Anmo regained consciousness, he was in the process of falling, and he immediately realized that the scenery during the fall was very familiar.

He has seen.

In other words, he once fell from the same place.

He was three years old then.

In other words, he is now back when he was three years old, and the body he is in now is himself.

Zhai Anmo made a judgment on the current situation almost immediately.

"Host, do you need an emergency rescue device?" 022 asked.

"No need." Zhai Anmo rejected its proposal.

"But this body is only three years old now, with a broken left hand and many internal injuries. It's not in a good condition. If it just landed like this, you may have to go back to see Lord Ming Xiao soon. You didn't run out to avoid him on purpose. Is it?" 022 said.

"What do you mean avoiding him on purpose? Tell me more." Zhai Anmo asked.

Of course, 022 didn't dare to tease Zhai Anmo's tragic past of being suppressed for hundreds of years, so he quickly fell silent.

Zhai Anmo, who had gained tranquility, continued to fall, but the same as the three-year-old him, his eyes were equally confused.

Because in his memory, when he was thrown downstairs this time, he was lucky enough to fall on the mattress that was cleaned by the cleaning staff downstairs. Although he had recuperated for a long time, he was lucky enough to recover.

But his rationality told him that this was not the case.

This mall is not high, but it is definitely enough to kill a person, even if he is caught by a mattress, but he doesn't even have any sequelae, which is unreasonable.

Just when Zhai Anmo was about to land, he suddenly felt caught.

It wasn't a mattress, but the arms of a person he was very familiar with later, but who seemed to have known each other the first time.

He remembered.

Zhai Anmo blinked, seeing the man's concerned expression, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The man who had just vowed to educate Zhai Anmo about running away suddenly panicked, "Where does the baby hurt? Don't cry, don't cry."

"I want to sleep."

"Okay, okay, I'll take the baby home and sleep right now." He was holding Zhai Anmo in his arms as he strode towards the car that had just parked on the side of the road.

Neither of the two paid attention to the woman who fell into a flower behind them.

The next day, Zhai Anmo woke up with the quilt in his arms, and stared at the pink panther doll by the bed for three seconds before fully waking up.

"Host, are you alright?" 022 worried.

Zhai Anmo raised his hand and looked at his fleshy arm and his small and tender hand, "It's good."

"Master Ming Xiao has treated your injury, and I have checked that it is completely healed." 022 said Ming Xiao's name with respect, "You cried last night, why?"

022 was a little scared. After all, in its impression, Zhai Anmo never cried. Even when he was in pain, or even faced with the disappearance of his soul, he always smiled, but yesterday he actually cried.

"Nothing." Zhai Anmo showed a bright smile, "Just happy."

022 has no doubts about what Zhai Anmo said at this moment - he is really happy.

It has never sensed Zhai Anmo's true emotions so clearly. No matter what emotions he has shown in the past, they seem to be suppressed, separated from the whole world by a layer of film, invisible and intangible, but real. The membrane, he wrapped himself in it, separated from everything, except for Ming Xiao who could occasionally touch the softness inside, other people, including himself, were completely isolated.

But now, this barrier has disappeared.

It seemed that overnight, he figured out something.

022 carefully analyzed everything that happened after coming to this world.

In the end, after analyzing back and forth, there was only one thing - the person who caught Zhai Anmo last night.

Thinking of this, 022 had a flash of inspiration, and couldn't help blurting out softly, "What the hell?"

"Xiaoer, where did you learn the swear words?"

Zhai Anmo's voice interrupted 022's exclamation. It couldn't bear the excitement at all, and said its own guess, "Host, you parachuted before, you were looking for someone, right?"

"Maybe."