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Li Tong looked at them, perhaps with shame for the children, or perhaps he didn't care. His terrifying facial features could no longer show emotions.

"That's right, your biological mother is right behind it, shattered by the woman in front of you, and hidden in the wall!"

Li Tong had no intention of concealing her, and used cruel words to stimulate her son who was less than twelve years old.

Li Xiaolu is different from Li Xiaodie's ignorance. Mo Fang's attitude towards them over the years has made him more or less suspicious about what he has done.

Once upon a time, he also looked forward to his biological mother coming back to pick them up, but never thought that his biological mother had been with them in another way.

The dense black stockings spread on his face, and Li Xiaoqiu looked at Mo Fang almost collapsed, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous aura.

Mo Fang looked at him very calmly, and there was no guilt or regret in his eyes.

She admitted that she was a crazy woman. When Li Tong did everything to her, she made up her mind and expected any tragedy that would happen in the future.

"You have accumulated a lot of resentment over the years and have fantasized about countless scenes of killing me. Now you have this opportunity."

Mo Fang looked at Li Xiaolu, without explanation, and admitted everything calmly.

"Blood debt and blood repayment. You will die no matter how my mother died back then!" Li Xiaokuan stared at her tightly. Li Xiaodie pulled him from behind. She was a little scared and knew something terrible was happening.

This scene made Li Tong smile like a relief: "Finally, it's all about to end."

At this time, as the ghost energy in the house continued to spread, it seemed like a pool of ink fell into the clear water and became turbid and unclear.

Mo Fang suddenly raised her hand and waved her hand, and an invisible force fell on Qin Nuo, instantly throwing his thin body out of the balcony.

Immediately afterwards, the doors and windows were closed tightly!

The scene in the living room was completely covered with dark ghost energy and nothing could be seen.

Angry roar came from the inside, followed by various thrilling impacts and the sound of objects breaking.

Qin Nuo tried to open the floor-to-ceiling window, but closed it tightly, as if glue was stuck.

In fact, he could easily open it with his right hand, but when he thought of Li Xiaoming's role, he still eliminated this idea.

Some things will happen sooner or later, just like seeds planted and what kind of fruits will grow in the end, which will be destined long ago.

What Li Tong and Mo Fang did at the beginning will eventually be waiting for a day to pay the corresponding price.

No matter who survives in the end or how it continues to evolve, it doesn't matter to Qin Nuo, because it will not affect his role in Li Xiaoming.

In fact, it is a miracle that such a weird reorganized family can last until now.

After a long time, the movements in the living room gradually became lower and finally became calm.

And the dense ghost energy became thinner little by little, and the scene in the living room gradually became clearer.

It's a mess.

All furniture and appliances were severely damaged, with wreckage scattered everywhere, as if they had just experienced a fierce gun war and even the walls were seriously damaged.

With a click, the doors and windows of the balcony opened.

Qin Nuo walked in and stepped on the glass slag on the ground, making a creaking sound.

In the living room, Li Xiaoku and Li Xiaodie were missing.

Mo Fang was gone either.

Li Tong sat down on the side of the coffee table, no injuries were seen on her body, and there was no sign of damage to her clothes.

He made tea with his own hands and gave himself a cup of sweet and sweet hot tea. He drank it all in one sip, his expression was dull, as if he was aftertaste.

For a moment, he raised his head, and the grey face seemed to be dry and mud, shattering little by little, cracks spreading on his face.

Qin Nuo looked at him, and some of the two father-son opponents were just indifferent.

"You are really the same as your damn mother, with a disgusting look on your face."

"I admit that I am not a good man either. Now this retribution is more like a relief to me..."

As he spoke, his face was covered with tiny cracks. He opened his mouth and fell on the coffee table, which instantly scattered a pile of sand and soil.

The clothes fell to the ground, and the sand emitted black air, dissipating in the air little by little.

"I have been imprisoned by the hated woman for so long, but now I have been wiped out, and I am indeed relieved." Qin Nuo murmured to himself.

He looked around and did not find his mother's body.

However, there was news in the kitchen. As soon as Qin Nuo looked over, he saw his mother wearing a scarf and carrying a bowl of hot tea and putting it on the table.

Then, he opened the cake box on the table and presented a two-layer three-pound cake to Qin Nuo.

There were various shocking injuries on my mother, and cracks were spreading on her delicate face.

She ignored the injuries and inserted cake candles into the cream and lit them one by one with a lighter.

Looking at the bright cake with candlelight, a happy smile appeared on the mother's face and greeted Qin Nuo: "Son, come and see if the cake that mom customized for you is beautiful?"

Qin Nuo looked at her expression and walked over.

The cake was filled with fruit pieces, and the center was a tall young man, hugging an elderly woman and accompanying her, and the mother and son were filled with happy smiles on their faces.

The mother asked expectantly: "Does it look good?"

Qin Nuo nodded: "It looks great."

"Make a wish quickly, blow the candle after making a wish, or it will be extinguished!" The mother touched Qin Nuo's hair and showed a doting smile.

Qin Nor paused, closed his eyes, opened his eyes a few seconds later, and blew out the candle.

"Son, what wish did you make?" Mother couldn't help asking as she looked at the sloping black smoke that was floating with the candles.

Qin Nuo was about to say that, but his mother stopped him again and said with a smile: "I'd better not say it anymore. What I wished will not work."

"Mom and you have a good understanding of each other and can guess what my good son's wishes made."

Then she picked up the plastic knife, cut out a small piece of the cake, and placed it on a paper tray.

Then, while unbuttoning the apron, he said, "The buttercream of the cake is too high, you can't eat too much. After eating the piece that my mother cut for you, she drank that cup of tea, so you will be better."

My mother sat down on the side, dragging her cheeks with one hand, tilting her head to look at Qin Nuo. The cracks on her face were getting more and more, and the skin fell off like dead leaves.

She looked at Qin Nuo, and there was no sign of her dark eyes, but Qin Nuo could feel that she was a relieved look.

"Everyone says that when I often look at someone, I can't feel his growth. Before I knew it, I realized that my son is so old."

"Maybe sometimes, you feel that your mother is too strict and you must do whatever you do as your mother tells you. You are resentful, but that's what your mother loves you too much."

"Don't blame your mother for letting you grow up in such a family."

"Mom, I..." Qin Nuo wanted to say something, but found that he didn't know what to say.

My mother didn't care. She stroked the hair around her earlobe and looked at Qin Nuo gently. The shocking wound was like a maggot attached to her bones, tearing her body wildly.

With the last strength, she said with some difficulty: "I ate the cake first. My mother is a little sleepy, so let's go to bed first."

"Don't worry, no matter what your mother will eventually become, she will bring you by your side, accompany you to grow up, and always take care of you..."

After saying this, my mother's hand that supported her face fell down. When her head and forehead fell on the table, her whole body turned into a pool of sand and dust, flowing down from the table like an hourglass.

Qin Nuo looked at this scene and was silent for a long time.

Take a knife and fork, cut off a small piece of cake, put it in your mouth and chew it.

The creamy taste is very strong, and it is not as mixed with human body fat as Qin Nuo imagines, and it has a strange smell.

After swallowing this bite of the cake, Qin Nuo picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. His throat was sweet and he removed the greasy taste of milk.

"Mom, I'll go back to the room first."

Looking at the dissipated dust, Qin Nuo returned to his room.

The mural on the wall, two lines of blood and tears have frozen, and the damaged eyeballs make the whole mural look even more terrifying.

Under the wall, Li Xiaoqi hugged Li Xiaodie, and the two brothers and sisters seemed to be asleep, closing their eyes, and their expressions were very quiet.

On their faces, there are also dense cracks climbing.

At this moment, the two lines of blood and tears that should have solidified continued to flow strangely, and seemed to have vitality to flow around the two brothers and sisters.

Qin Nuo's eyes changed slightly, and his expression was surprised.

Because from his perspective, the flowing blood and tears were now painted as a pair of bloody hands, hugging his child.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or something, Li Xiaoku and Li Xiaodie seemed to feel the embrace of their mother. The moment they turned into dust, the corners of their mouths curled up slightly, revealing a gratifying smile.

In the end, there were only two beaches of scattered sand and dust left there...

Qin Nuo looked at this scene and felt inexplicably complicated. This may be the best result for them.

Retracted his gaze and looked around the house.

"Now, only Li Xiaoming is left in this family. This role should be considered to be over, right?"

Just as he was thinking, Qin Nuo suddenly staggered and leaned against the door.

A torn pain filled the chest, swallowing the vitality of the body.

Blood flows out from the nose, the corners of the mouth, the corners of the eyes, and the seven orifices in the ears.

When I stretched out my hands, I could clearly see that my skin was falling off little by little, and cracks spread around.

Feeling the sweetness in the throat had not yet subsided, Qin Nuo immediately understood.

The problem with that cup of tea!

He suddenly understood what Mo Fang's last sentence meant.

"I still underestimated the control of this crazy woman. Even if she was destroyed, she would take her son away and continue to be with her side..."

Qin Nuo lost consciousness on his legs and collapsed to the ground, and his brain's consciousness gradually became blurred.

Qin Nuo gasped heavily and wanted to make a sound, but all he had was powerless hoarseness.

When he fell to the ground, when his eyes were dim and dying, Qin Nuo faintly heard a familiar voice in his mind.

"Congratulations to the player's performance for increasing to 90%, achieving perfect role-playing, and completing the first role-playing..."