[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

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Rapid withdrawal of non-combatants

I looked at my mother's face.

Even though she was my biological mother, I felt a sense of absurd fear from the bottom of my heart.

I never knew this woman.

In my memory, she should be quiet and calm. I have never seen her appear in full view. She is like the shadow of the Marino family. She is everywhere, but I can't see her anywhere.

The current mother is more like a hysterical lunatic, with crazy and paranoid lights flashing in her eyes, as if she is really just chasing back what belongs to her.

At this moment, I believed her words.

Marino III should be her rather than his father, because she is even more unreasonable than his father, like a descendant of a madman.

The power of genes mixed in our blood is stronger than I imagined. My brother is crazy, so he will agree to my mother's ridiculous plan and put himself into this farce; my mother is crazy, so she will take Gun, tell me she's Marino III; and of course I'm crazy, or I wouldn't be in this place.

The mother softened her voice, as if she was educating the ineffective child: "Why do you think we were hunted down? Because we are the wife and son of the leader of the Marino family?"

That's right, if it's just relatives, why have we been hunted down by our father's brothers for so long?

"Do you think anyone in the family really thinks that you can be a qualified leader," she said, "The absurd things you have done since you were young can fill the entire notebook. If you are a cadre, you will admit Such an heir?"

She is right.

In the past ten years, I have done a lot of outrageous things that are completely inconsistent with my identity, almost telling everyone that the second lady of the Marino family is a vase that cannot be supported by mud, but when my father dials When the people who gave me started recruiting, there were still many people who chose to support me.

I suddenly found it very interesting.

Cecilia carefully guarded against deception from all sides, and then disguised herself to deceive men.I always thought that my ability to deceive people was learned, but it was only now that I discovered that it was innate.

Because I've been living a huge lie.

In fact, it doesn't matter much to let my mother be the leader. I'm not interested in it anyway.

Thinking of this, I lowered my arms, "As long as you can solve father and brother, you can do it yourself." In the end, I was never the one who tried to stop her from taking back what belonged to her, and I didn't need to be concerned about this kind of thing. Can't get along with her.

I couldn't beat her, I couldn't beat her before, I couldn't beat her now, and I couldn't beat her in the future.

The people behind my mother moved, and they made a way, as if trying to get me out of here.

"Since you are Marino III, how did you and your father manage to hide the truth?" I couldn't help asking.

"I have two older brothers, and he has a younger sister." The woman smiled, it was a contemptuous smile that played with everything, "The intelligence network in Sicily is much weaker than you imagined, Cecilia, as long as you have enough power, you can hide anything from anyone."

"Enough power?"

"Yes, enough power."

It doesn't make sense.I think.Marino has no money and no power, and he survived by hugging Vongola's thigh until now. Obviously, our family has no way to be associated with "enough power".

"Who is behind you?" I asked softly.

It will never be Vengley.If the mother, or our ancestors, were behind Peng Lie, there would be no reason for the Marino family to be as they are now.

The woman smiled wildly with the corners of her mouth curled up, she shifted her gaze from my face to Liudaokuo, "You can ask the people around you, my dear," she said, "He is deliberately trying to get close to you, isn't it just for the one behind us? Power?

——"He has done so much, he does not hesitate to show his favor to you, isn't it just to get out of the Avengers Prison?"

I turned around sharply.

The young man with different-colored eyes lowered his eyes, and he looked at me quietly, his expression so flat that there was no embarrassment to be exposed.

"Is what she... is telling the truth?" I asked.

If Liu Dao Mu said "No, your mother is talking nonsense", I would believe him without hesitation, and define my mother as "a lunatic who wants to provoke me and Peng Lie".But in fact, Liu Dao Mu just kept his original movements without saying a word.

He acquiesced.

I whispered to him, "You lied to me."

"I'm a mesmer, dear," Rokudokuku replied with the same volume, "You've known it since the beginning."

Yes, I knew that from the beginning.This man is an illusionist, and what they are good at is deceiving and playing with the senses. He weaves a tender trap and wraps me in a web called love.

The saddest thing is that I can't talk myself out of this trap.

I don't want to hate him even though he's lying to me.

I turned my head and looked at the person behind my mother, "Second question, Liudaomu, have you ever loved me?"

This sounds like a declaration of breaking up. The girl who was dumped asked the man who dumped her, did you love me, and did you forget the good memories between us.I used to think that I would never ask such a question in my life, but now that I think about it, I was naive.

"I love you, Cecilia." The young man replied in a gentle tone, "I love you more than anything else."

I laughed, "But I don't believe a word."

"I know."

I stopped paying attention to Liudao Mukui, and walked step by step towards the path made aside by the supporters behind my mother, holding the gun in my hand.Out of this door, the sky changes.The leader of the Marino family has changed from his father to the "widow of the leader", and my mother will get what she dreams of, and I am still living in a daze, being my vase.

There's nothing wrong with that either.Anyway, I have been making vases for more than ten years, and I don't mind doing it for another ten years.

No one spoke, and the sound of my high heels stomping on the ground echoed in the quiet room.When I walked to the threshold, I heard Rokudoku speak to me behind me in his usual smiling voice.

"Cecelia, are you leaving just like that?" he asked, "I'm not willing to do it for you."

I turned around stiffly.The young man with heterochromatic eyes held his mother's waist with his left hand, and the trident in his right hand pierced into the woman's chest.The dark red liquid flowed down the contours of his cheeks little by little, and the supporters brought by their mother were scattered on the soles of their feet.

The mother opened her eyes and twitched her fingers. She raised her arm with difficulty and wanted to pierce the trident pierced in her heart, but she lost the force before her fingertips touched the weapon. The well-maintained white arm It hangs down softly.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, and I felt like I was going to spit out with sadness.

"Marino III and his first heir died in battle, and his wife was assassinated in the family headquarters." The calm voice of the young man spread in his ears, "In order to continue the family, Marino's second heir, Miss Cecilia, will Take over everything and become Marino IV."

No.

"Cecelia, you are the only one who can be the leader now."

No, I don't want to be the leader.

"You must be the leader," Liu Daowao smiled, the young man's red right eye flashed a mocking look under the moonlight, like a hungry lone wolf staring at a stupid hunter, "Marino IV can only be you, everyone else no."

No, I don't want to be this leader, so please, stop.

The supporters who survived the disaster roared and rushed towards Liudao Mukuro, and of course they fell to the ground one after another like wheat harvested by a scythe.

The reddish-brown floor was covered with blood, and the young man who was telling me his love just a few minutes ago was standing in the middle of the corpses with a smile on his face.

"Look, Cecilia." He left his mother, strode over the corpses, and stretched out his blood-stained right hand in front of me, "Come on, I've cleared the way for you, you just have to sit on the That location is fine."

My fingers twitched violently twice.

With my involuntary movement, the gun in my hand fired bullets, leaving unpleasant and ugly marks on the floor.

The bloodstains quickly found their place, they scrambled into the small bullet hole and filled it up as a matter of course.

The young man's right hand touched my cheek, and his fingertips rubbed against my facial skin, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which messed up my already chaotic thoughts.

Trembling, I raised my arm, put the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's forehead, and squeezed out a broken sob.

"Liu Dao Mu, I killed you—"