Twins in Tibet

"Father, she's dead. I saw her soul drift away." Mo Xunran jumped off the sofa and walked to Du Juan's side, and stretched out his small hand to the side of Du Juan's head, holding down the bleeding On the wound, a pair of white and tender hands were immediately dyed red, bright blood red, which looked extremely strange.

Only then did Mo Huailin seem to wake up from a start, hurriedly stepped to the side of the coffee table, pushed Mo Xunran away, lifted Du Juan with one hand, and put the other on her chest, carefully checking whether there was still a heartbeat.Mo Xunran stood silently at the side, waiting quietly.I have been waiting for three years, and I don't care about this little time.The judgment of fate will always come.

After confirming that Du Juan's heart really stopped beating, Mo Huailin sat down on the ground at once. It is impossible for a couple of five years to have no feelings at all.Compared with Du Juan, the son who has not been close to him for three years is a stranger.Now that he killed his wife because of this stranger, Mo Huailin hated Mo Xunran in his heart.

However, thinking that it was Du Juan, a vicious woman who drugged her newborn son to be dumb, and prevented them from communicating with each other for three years, abandoned the three-year-old child and betrayed herself, Mo Huailin felt pity for Mo Xunran again. However, he was less angry about the killing of Du Juan.

After all, it was his own flesh and blood, three years of neglect made Mo Huailin feel guilty towards this child, and the sporadic hatred just now was quickly suppressed.Now seeing this child standing obediently by the side, without any expression on his delicate face, Mo Huailin just thought he was frightened, so he stretched out his hand to pull Mo Xunran who was standing by the side, and comforted him: "Xunran, don't be afraid , Dad will not hurt you."

As expected of a child who grew up in the Mo family's compound, he quickly calmed down when he encountered such a thing.He picked up Mo Xunran and walked upstairs, wanting to settle the child first.

"Father, don't you dispose of the corpse first? People will find it." Mo Xunran didn't resist, and let Mo Huailin hug him obediently, but the words in his mouth made Mo Huailin stop in his tracks, such a small How would your child know about destroying corpses and eradicating traces?The weird feeling in my mind before resurfaced again.Mo Huailin stared at the child in his arms carefully.

The face that has not yet grown up actually reveals a seductive feeling.There was a faint red light in the depths of the eyes.Wait, red light?Mo Huailin suspected that his eyes were blurred, how could it be red light?However, Mo Xunran himself confirmed Mo Huailin's suspicion, the red light in his eyes gradually expanded: "Father, I will destroy the corpse for you, so that no one will find out."

As he spoke, he stretched out his white and tender hand, which still had the blood of the cuckoo on it.In Mo Huailin's eyes, a flame slowly emerged from his fingertips, not the usual flame, but a white flame, extremely white, like the purest color in the world.Under the command of Mo Xunran, the flame drew out a dazzling light, and then stayed on Du Juan's body.The bright blood is like the best fuel, and the first thing the white flame lights up is the blood on the cuckoo's head.

At this moment, Mo Huailin was frightened into a fool. No matter how calm he was, he was just an ordinary human being. He had never seen such a scene before.As soon as he let go, Mo Xunran in his arms fell to the ground.The child who was supposed to roll down the stairs landed lightly and stood on the floor. His eyes were already bright red, like the color of blood, dazzling red, charming red, and weird red.

"You—you—what kind of monster are you?" Pointing at the weird and frightening child, Mo Hualin supported the handrail of the stairs to prevent himself from sliding down.

"Father, I'm not a monster, I'm your child." Mo Xunran looked at the panic in the man's eyes with a smile, and the red eyes showed sarcasm and playfulness that didn't match his age. What will the support do for a while?Kill yourself immediately?

"You are not my child, you - you don't come over - what do you want?" Looking at Mo Xunran who was walking up the stairs step by step, who was only a short distance away from him, Mo Huailin was horrified to the extreme , What kept appearing in front of his eyes was the weird smile on the child's face when he just came home, and the inexplicable flame in his hand.

"Father, I didn't think about anything. I just helped you get rid of mother's body. I won't let out flames now. If you don't believe me, look." Mo Xunran had come to Mo Huailin's side with a pair of The white and tender little hands no longer had the color of blood, and were as clean as if the blood on them had never existed.

Mo Huailin looked at the little hand in front of him in horror, unable to speak at all, and then saw that Mo Xunran's clear eyes had indeed turned black again, and the fear in his heart was slightly reduced: "You—you Will it really hurt me?" Although he knew it was stupid to ask a three-year-old child like this, Mo Huailin still asked this question, and he understood that the child in front of him could no longer be called a three-year-old child. In his eyes, he was already a devil.

"Yes, Dad, I won't hurt you." Then, Mo Xunran covered his mouth with his little hand and yawned: "Dad, it's getting late, I'm sleepy, and I'm going to sleep. Dad, let's sleep together Okay?" After yawning just now, Mo Xunran's eyes were watery, coupled with his delicate and beautiful face, it was very lethal, even Mo Huailin, who was very afraid of him, felt soft at the bottom of his heart. Reluctantly reject him.

"Okay, let's go to bed." But he could no longer reach out to hug the child who was staring at him.Mo Huailin turned around and took the lead to walk to the bedroom.

The fear just now was real, the fear just now was real.However, Mo's research on supernatural phenomena for many years finally made this man not like a real ordinary person who was frightened and fainted when faced with such a thing.Mo Huailin quickly accepted this fact. In fact, it had a lot to do with the first time he saw a photo of his first love.That sweet woman gave him peace of mind to a large extent.

On the big bed, the father and son lay back to back far apart.The little Mo Xunran had already fallen asleep, and the tiny wings of his nostrils fluctuated and closed while breathing.The slightly open mouth, the straight eyelashes cast shadows on the tightly closed eyes, and the hands are clasped on the pillow, the white and tender legs are slightly curled up, and the knees stay where they are about to withstand the **. If there are experts present, It must be said that this is an insecure sleeping position.The little child frowned in the dream, looking like an angel who strayed into the world, worrying about the way home.

It's a pity that the other person on the big bed didn't think so. In his heart, Mo Xunran had already been stamped with the seal of the devil.The quiet night is the place suitable for recalling.The shock of what happened on this day has surpassed what he has experienced in his life.Mo Huailin began to think back from the moment he entered the house, and kept thinking about sleeping on the same bed now.

The existence of the beautiful aunt should be real. Since this child can release fire inexplicably, seeing ghosts should also be a very common thing.Du Juan hated this child so much, he would not send some beautiful aunt to teach him, and it is quite possible to kill him.It is even less likely that the servants of the family will disobey their orders and approach the mute child.