Traveling through the beast world: I took the system to the pinnacle of life

Chapter 62 62. The Test of the Beast God (2)

"Little Joe, Little Joe..."

Someone is calling her!

Song Jinqiao opened her eyes with difficulty, and found that she was suspended in the air with her hands and feet bound by those dark purple tentacles.

It was dark all around.

"Little Joe is awake."

A woman gradually appeared in front of her, she looked at Song Jinqiao with a smile, that familiar smile and gentle voice made her dazed.

He involuntarily called out that title.

"Mother."

The woman smiled and stretched out her hand to caress Song Jinqiao's cheek: "Little Qiao has grown up~"

She opened her arms, stepped forward to hug her, and said softly, "Mom is so lonely here, so Xiao Qiao stays here to accompany her, okay?"

As soon as Song Jinqiao finished speaking, more and more tentacles climbed onto her limbs, as if trying to trap her here to death.

"Little Qiao, my mother was in so much pain from the bullet. The bullet passed through her heart. At that time, my mother felt that Xiao Qiao must be kept alive."

The woman hugged Song Jinqiao tightly, the wetness on her neck made Song Jinqiao move involuntarily, she lowered her eyes slightly.

"Xiao Qiao has become so outstanding, and my mother really wants to grow up with Xiao Qiao, but my mother is so useless, even Xiao Qiao can't protect her."

Song Jinqiao pursed her red lips tightly, looking at the darkness in front of her eyes.

bullet through the heart...

Her eyes trembled.

Yes, her mother is dead...

The bullet had passed through her heart.

The kidnappers tore up the ticket...

"You are not my mother."

Her hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't push away the woman who was holding her.

Those dark purple tentacles suddenly paused and stopped.

"You are very similar to her, every movement, every look, every tone of voice."

"But you're not her."

People, dead are dead.

(I can no longer see my living mother, so can I see her spirit or reincarnation?

I want to call her "Mom" when she looks at me again. )
Song Jinqiao was silent.

She lacks love.

Her mother died early, and her father was an indirect murderer, so she did not have the love of her parents in her childhood, accompanied by roses and photos that her mother liked during her lifetime, and the empty small room.

Suddenly the scenery around her changed, it was still the woman and the girl.

She saw with her own eyes those "addicts" in the dark, holding guns in their hands.

The metal gun barrel shone brightly in the sunlight.

She can't do anything.

Suddenly the scene changed again.

It looked like a red-light district, and a woman standing on the street was wearing scantily clad clothes.

"Hurry up!" The woman's voice came from ahead, and Song Jinqiao silently followed.

She and the woman came to a restaurant, and through the transparent glass, she saw the extravagance and licentiousness inside.

"It looks good this time." The man who looked like a pimp looked at her as if he was looking at goods, and then she explained to the woman, ordering her to look after herself.

"Hate me?" The woman with her own mother's face looked at Song Jinqiao.

Song Jinqiao remained silent.

When the pimp was about to take her away, she said calmly, "Why do you hate?"

She looked directly into her eyes, and her shadow was reflected in the black pupils, she said softly: "You are not my real mother, you just have her face and the same blood as hers."

You are just a stranger with a familiar face.

So, what's there to hate.

(End of this chapter)