Scrap Miss Nishiki

Chapter 250

Stretching out his blood-stained hands, Hei Luan shook the liquid stained on his fingers in disgust. The blood dripped down his hands, and just flowed on the lying tiger man, tearing the hair all over his body. dyed red.

"Woman, let's go!" Hei Luan looked back, his deep black eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light.

Rose shuddered, walked around to Catherine's left, and pulled her into the hinterland of the orcs. Across Catherine, she could still feel the cold and blood emanating from that terrifying man.

"It's strange, why do the orcs have so little troops?" Catherine was puzzled.

"Something must have happened to the Prophet. They are trying to cure the Prophet, but unfortunately..." Rose guessed, although there was a sense of pity in her tone, but her face did not change. Rose restrained her emotions, making it hard to see idea.

There are very few orcs stationed in the Paz Plain, and most of the orcs are in Longxiang City. Rose doesn't know this, and Catherine doesn't explain it. people.

The hinterland of the orcs is extremely simple, without any extra decorations. Dozens of houses formed by thatched huts came into view. Catherine shook her head helplessly, and couldn't help holding her breath. The unique smell of orcs was really disgusting. Know how the mother is used to it.

Among the dozens of thatched huts, two are different. One is the residence of the Bimon patriarch, which is very tall, and the other is the residence of the prophet, which is the same size as the average house in the mainland, while the rest are extremely simple.

Their arrival didn't disturb any orcs. Catherine, Hei Luan, and Rose approached the prophet's house, only to hear coughs coming from inside. The so-called power of life, she can feel that the life force of the person inside is about to disappear, it must be the prophet, her mother.

"Who is it?" A weak female voice came lightly, and the last word almost disappeared in the wind.

Catherine didn't answer, but looked at Rose, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, and pushed open the door of the room first, and Rose understood what she meant, and the mother and daughter wanted to say something alone.

Rose took a deep breath, feeling her nose was sore and her eye sockets slightly moist. The person inside was not only Catherine's mother, but also her relatives... This feeling is really bad, but this is the fate of the Fengyu family's children. Few people can escape the control of fate. This kind of rule was not created by the God of Light. Fortunately, the men of the Fengyu family did not take such a path.

The talent of the Fengyu family is withered, and it took a hundred years to produce a woman with predictive ability. Although there are many men, they gradually disappeared in the Solo Continent for some reason, and grandpa didn't tell her anything, after all, she is not the head of the family.

Rose came back to her senses, listened to the warm conversation between the two people in the room, and stepped back a few steps unbearably, there was a faint voice, but it became intermittent——

"Catherine, my baby, are you alright?" The thin and barely human-shaped woman wanted to reach out and caress Catherine's face, but she didn't have any strength in her body, so she could only stay powerlessly in the air, waiting for Catherine to hold her hand back. hand.

Living up to expectations, Catherine squatted in front of the woman, stretched out her hand to hold the woman's hand, and brought her hand to her cheek. This hand was cold and fragile, just like a mother's body, and could no longer bear any pain. wind and rain.

The woman smiled slightly, with joy shining in her eyes. This kind of joy came from the heart, and became more pure after the washing of time. Her daughter, although not her own daughter, has been raised for more than ten years, and the relationship between mother and daughter has already deepened The bone marrow, even if she finds her biological mother in the future, it will not be erased.

Catherine warmed the woman's hand, slightly pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked, "Are you leaving me?" The person in front of her was her mother. Even though she was not the real Catherine, she was used to it. With the identity of Catherine, Andre, her grandfather, second uncle, and mother are all her relatives, her closest relatives in this strange continent.

"Stupid child, I'm not a strong man of the god rank, how can I live forever? Even if the rank of the god is so what? If you can't reach the realm of the god man, you will still die... It's just that the life is longer, and my life is shorter."

After hearing this, Catherine felt even more bitter. She was cold in her previous life, but she never imagined that she would taste such warmth in this other world. It was not blazing, not rich, but warm, like lingering old wine, exuding its incomparable charm.

Her mother snooped out the secrets and controlled the future, and she would have to sacrifice her life. If possible, she would rather her mother not be a prophet. People she knew and her friends would not die. But this kind of thinking is too naive, and Catherine naturally understands it. Life and death are impermanent, and it is a great fortune to see my mother for the last time.

She thought about what it would be like if her mother left her one day, but she never thought that the time would be so short, she wanted to cry but couldn't, because the sadness had covered her body, depression and pain.She didn't want to cry loudly, and her mother certainly didn't want her to be sad...

"Fool, why are you crying?" There was a slight smile in the woman's voice, which seemed to be a helpless but gentle smile. She wiped away Catherine's tears and said in a very low voice: "Now I want to tell you something One thing, St. Catherine...you must keep it in your heart!" The last sentence was a bit harsh, and the woman said it extremely hard, and her eyes could see again. Her daughter is so beautiful. Boys like it.

Catherine nodded in surprise and obediently. She was surprised that she would shed tears, but she must listen to her mother's words. She also noticed the look in her mother's eyes. Normally, she would be happy, but now she doesn't have any joy, because This is not a good thing, after the light of day, mother, she...

"Catherine, you are not our daughter, your parents are a generation of wizards, I will tell you now, their identities..."

After hearing this sentence, Catherine's eyes widened immediately, and she couldn't believe it. She is not the mother's daughter, or the lady of Duke Faisal's residence, so who is she?
"Your father's name is Blair. You must have heard this name before. Yes, he is the former holy son of the temple. Your mother is the dark saint Lan Ye, and they are all my friends."

A memory-like smile appeared on the woman's face, warm and gentle, she whispered the story of Catherine's parents, but she did not explain why Catherine was Blair's daughter. Their daughter was born a hundred years ago, so how could it be her? !
(End of this chapter)