Miss, you really caught the wrong fish!

At this moment, the boy was sleeping, completely unaware of the danger around him. There was still a faint smile on his slightly childish face.

It was not until he could hear bursts of rapid hot breaths on his face that little Qin Heng's eyes slightly blinked and slowly opened his eyes.

It took him a long time to see the person in front of him clearly. At this moment, the little boy thought he was dreaming.

In the dim light, the boy smiled and called out sweetly

"Sister, sister~..."

Soft words fell——

Unfortunately, the boy's cordial call did not receive any response. What was about to greet him was...

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In these chapters, even Xiao Xuanzi himself felt a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do. The plot here really didn't have many beautiful things to advance.

The next chapter should also be released before 2 o'clock, so brothers who want to read it can wait until the evening.

I have been updating twice a day these days, but I haven't seen many people vote for Xiao Xuanzi or give him rewards???

Is Xiao Xuanzi really going to starve to death???

207. The most painful memory

"Sister~"

As Xiao Qinheng's gentle voice slowly fell, he looked at Ning Muxuan in front of him, who was illuminated by the bright moonlight. Unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality, he slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her...

But before he could raise his hands, the boy felt something strange in his neck——

"Sister?"

A strong feeling of suffocation gradually surged into his heart. Looking at the horrified expression of his "sister" in front of him, the little boy instantly felt a chill creeping up his heels.

The boy looked at the person in front of him in panic. As the strength of the hands gradually increased, the light in Ning Muxuan's eyes quickly faded. Instead, it was replaced by extremely empty and loose pupils, which could not feel the slightest rationality and compassion, but only extreme hatred and disgust.

The bare hands, covered in blood, were now tightly gripping the boy's neck. As if to kill him, the force was increasing...

The boy struggled subconsciously, looking at the "sister" in front of him who was obviously in a bad state, and noticed that there was still a trace of evil smile at the corner of her mouth——

The boy was extremely scared. Facing the fear of death, he subconsciously threw his hands at the woman's body in a hurry, trying to escape...

However, with the physique of a young human like Qin Heng, how could he possibly shake Ning Muxuan who has the blood of an adult demon?

As the feeling of suffocation gradually overwhelmed him and his heart beat violently, the boy only felt his consciousness slowly dissipating, and the tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes instantly wet his eye sockets. Everything in front of him, including the person in front of him, was constantly blurring and dimming...

The culprit of all this, Ning Muxuan, was looking at the boy with a sneer. Her eyes were lifeless, and the strength in her hands did not weaken at all. A sickly blush appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

"Hoo, hoo-"

Ning Muxuan panted rapidly, watching the boy struggling in pain, and her ghostly smile became even more gloomy.

It seemed that the more the boy struggled, the more painful his expression became—the hatred and irritability suppressed in Ning Muxuan's heart, those dark emotions that had long been in a mess, seemed to be able to be vented a little bit...

"Sister, sister...I, I..."

Listening to the boy's final painful struggle, the madness deep in the woman's eyes was finally about to be relieved -

"Ning'er——"

A distant and familiar gentle calling voice suddenly sounded in Ning Muxuan's mind. The white lotus flower on the woman's dark hair was emitting a little moving light under the moonlight.

"Mother, mother..."

The familiar voice that came from her mind instantly made Ning Muxuan stunned in place. The woman's originally empty eyes also glowed with a little faint light at this moment.

The call of that person went straight to the deepest part of the woman's heart - what she treasured in it was her mother's gentle and brilliant smile, and the countless fragments of memories gradually outlined the appearance of the person she loved deeply -

She was looking at me with a smile, as gentle and sweet as in my memory. The smile on the corner of her mouth was filled with love and reluctance.

The unspeakable love was being torn apart at this moment, striking Ning Muxuan's heart deeply.

——You promised your mother that you would live well

"!?——"

Recalling her mother's words before she died, Ning Muxuan's eyes trembled suddenly and she woke up in shock. A teardrop containing thousands of thoughts such as happiness, reluctance, and pain quietly dripped from her pretty face, leaving only a sad and beautiful arc in the moonlight...

The clarity in Ning Muxuan's eyes finally returned at this moment.

As the white lotus flower gradually faded away, the woman regained consciousness.

Ning Muxuan lowered her head tremblingly, her hair scattered in front of her, stained with tears. She stared at the boy in front of her with dull eyes, and was frightened again -

As the hand slowly loosened, the redness on the boy's face also disappeared rapidly, leaving only pale skin and extremely dry lips. He was breathing rapidly, his pain was evident, and he looked very weak.

Ning Muxuan's pupils trembled suddenly——

The boy's current appearance instantly overlapped with the memory of his mother lying sick in bed. The same pale and weak cheeks, and lips that were like a completely dried up stream, faintly exhaling the last breath of life...

“Ugh!!?——”

Ning Muxuan finally realized what she had done. She withdrew her hand abruptly, looked at the boy in front of her in disbelief, and kept backing away.

No matter how cold and aloof she looked, for a girl who was only sixteen years old, her fragile heart was eventually broken.

The tears in the corners of my eyes flowed out uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

The woman's pupils trembled violently. Her so-called cold eyes could actually have such violent emotional fluctuations.

She put her hands on her pretty face, looked at the boy in front of her in panic, her lips trembling constantly, calling out

"I'm sorry... I didn't want this to happen... I'm sorry, oooo!!!——"

As the woman frantically apologized and kept backing away, something seemed to trip her in the dim room, and the next moment she fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

The woman's eyes were gloomy, she was leaning on the ground, still uttering those words from her lips.

After a while, when she turned her head tremblingly and looked at the boy on the sofa, breathing rapidly again——

Ning Muxuan's expression froze for a moment, then she stood up tremblingly and fled from here with her shaky body...

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In the room where the woman had left

Ning Muxuan was wrapped in a thin quilt, her clothes were scattered, her spring light was exposed, and her originally shiny black hair was also messed up.

She curled up, her body trembling slightly, her hands resting on her chest, still holding -

The white flower headdress whose light has long faded

Her usually cool and beautiful face was now covered with tears. She buried her tears in her white hands and cried secretly.

The woman bit her red lips and kept repeating and muttering something in the dead silence of the night.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

The faint cries seemed to be gradually released from the words, and then became louder and louder.

Tears, once again, could not stop falling from my eyes, gradually blurring everything in front of me.

Ning Muxuan at this moment

She couldn't imagine that she would do such a thing to the boy, and even wanted to kill him.

She really wished that this was just a dream, a nightmare, and when she woke up tomorrow, everything would return to its original happy state, and she would be back to being with only her mother and father.

But reality is cruel after all, and it doesn't favor anyone...

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Oh, I feel bad writing this chapter.

But when I think of Qin Heng still being full of energy every day, I feel relieved.

After all, the big salted fish in the main storyline still eats Leng Sheshe's tofu every day.

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The knife will not affect me. Xiao Xuanzi will adjust his condition as soon as possible and show the subsequent exciting stories to all readers.

Finally, Xiao Xuanzi has really updated twice! Please give some votes and rewards!

If I don't give it anymore, will it really be ineffective?

I will continue to update twice a day tomorrow ┗(｀ー?)┓

208. Storm is coming

"Xiao Qin, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a cold?"

At the breakfast table, Murong Xuan looked at Qin Heng, who was not in a good condition, always breathing heavily and suddenly choking. He reached out his hand, gently patted the boy's back, and asked with concern.

When Xiao Qinheng heard this, he suddenly trembled as if he was frightened. In the end, he forced a smile and replied softly to Murong Xuan.

"Yeah, yeah... I probably caught a cold when I slept on the sofa yesterday, but it's not serious, nothing serious..."

When Murong Xuan heard this, his face became even more worried.

"Xiao Qin, take the heater to the study tonight. It's warmer there. Just be careful and your uncle will sleep on the sofa. Or you can sleep with your mother?"

The boy nodded slightly

"Yeah. I'll go to the study and sleep alone."

Previously, he was acting like a "little adult". No matter what Liu Qingqing said, little Qin Heng insisted on sleeping on the sofa alone. But now, the boy seemed to be afraid of something and quickly agreed to Murong Xuan's proposal.

Then he thought of something, and the little boy raised his head again, looked somewhere quietly, and then asked hesitantly:

"Uncle, where is my sister? Isn't she coming down to eat?"

Murong Xuan smiled and touched the boy's head.

"It's okay. My sister is already an adult. She should still be in her room. She should be busy with her own things."

"Uh-huh……"

Little Qin Heng nodded gently, feeling both relieved and disappointed...

Seeing the boy's depressed look, Murong Xuan rubbed his head again and joked

"What's wrong, Xiao Qin, do you miss your sister? Do you want your uncle to go down and ask your sister to come down and play with you?"

"No, no need! My sister must have her own things to do, Xiao Qin will not disturb her!!"

Hearing Uncle Murong's proposal, the little boy hurriedly shook his head and refused.

"Well, Xiao Qin is still sensible."

Murong Xuan looked at the well-behaved boy with satisfaction, but Liu Qingqing beside him suddenly spoke up, wondering

"Xiao Qin, why did you take out that scarf? Are you cold?"

It is indeed winter now, and the temperature outside is a bit cold, but at home, it is relatively warm except at night. The little boy wearing a scarf alone does look very abrupt...

"Ah? This is..."

The boy, who was suddenly asked by his mother, seemed to have no idea how to respond for a moment.

——In fact, long before the girl, Murong Xuan also saw the boy wearing a scarf around his neck when he got up this morning.

At first he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a habit of boys in winter. When Liu Qingqing asked him this, he realized

"Why do you wear a scarf at home, Xiao Qin? Is it really cold? If the heater at home doesn't work, uncle will go out and buy you some hand warmers and hot water bottles."

"No, it's okay, uncle! I just suddenly felt that the enclosure looked nice and comfortable, I didn't feel too cold~"

Xiao Qinheng smiled and quickly found an excuse to get out of it.

"Is that so? If you're cold, you still have to tell uncle and mom."

"Uh-huh"

"it is good"

Seeing that the adults didn't suspect anything, little Qin Heng pretended nothing had happened. He quickly finished his breakfast and jumped off the table.

"Xiao Qin has finished eating, Mom and uncle, take your time eating"