Chapter 3107 Yes, she loves you very much

So far, Ye Wuque is the one who died under his left pistol.

Qi Ye closed his eyes, pressed the bolt with his slender fingers.

The bullet was extremely fast and shot straight in one direction, sharp, sharp and unstoppable!

With a "touch", the bullet shot into the human body.

With a "bang", the human body fell to the ground.

With a "clang", the sniper landed on the ground and fell to pieces.

After three sounds, the whole world returned to silence.

Without the bullets like raindrops, without the crazy laughter of men, without the fear of being blown to pieces in the next second.

silence.

Deadly silence.

He lay on the balcony in large shape, his scattered eyes several times trying to see the blurry blue sky and sunshine.

Why can't I see clearly suddenly...

Something flowed down from the forehead...

Very... familiar taste...

That's...blood...

His...blood...

In the confused mind, the nightmare came into my mind again. The little child happily opened the door and shouted happily to his mother, wanting to tell her that he finally learned to play that song-

Only mothers are good in the world...

But what about his mother?

Who is the person hanging in the air?

Who is the hanged ghost wearing white clothes, with long hair scattered behind, long tongue, eyes bulging, and a ferocious and fearful expression?

His gentle and dignified mother didn't look like this...

How did his mother, who loves him the most, become like this?

He was so scared that he cried loudly. The old woman told him that his mother was stealing... people outside, she committed a crime, so she deserves to die.

She died, and he was raised by the man he called grandmother. She would not hug him, kiss him, praise him, and never even smile at him.

She would only let her learn how to make bombs and shoot guns over and over again. She would not learn or shoot, and would be locked in a small dark room...

He didn't want to go to the small dark room, that hanged ghost would come to him...

He doesn't want to go...

So he tried hard to do everything she said, kill people and kill people again and again...

There are young babies, fearful women, innocent children...

As long as the hanged ghost is not allowed to pester him, he can kill anyone...

His blood-stained hands, the humanity that was worn out, was always the only one in his dreams that was terrifying hanged ghost...

Don't come to him...

He didn't kill her...

A sigh of pity suddenly came from his ears, and a gentle hand suddenly stroked his forehead.

Whose hand is so warm?

Whose movement is so gentle?

He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly...

A woman suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, smiling sweetly, she gently kissed his forehead, "Wuque, come to my mother..."

Two lines of tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes...

That hanged ghost...

It's the mother...

It was not until this time that he was willing to admit this fact...

That's...

His mother...

"You have lived for half your life, but no one really loves you and cares about you. Why do you want to live?"

No--

Not so-

He opened his mouth and wanted to tell her loudly-

He has someone to love!

He is also...someone loves it...

He tried hard to widen his eyes to the extreme, and his eyes finally became clear again. He saw Ye Weilan standing beside him, with a faint pity in his eyes, and her mouth moved and she said something.

"Yes, she loves you very much."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!