Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

I screamed in horror, the next second, the door was violently kicked open from the outside!
The mother held a long sword with a faint light in her hand. Just by looking at the shape, one could tell that it was definitely not the kind that the old ladies in the park exercised and played with.

The strange thing is, my mother just swung the long sword in the air a few times, and the strange "things" in front of my eyes disappeared without a trace.

Looking at my mother's serious face, I couldn't control my emotions anymore and rushed forward.

It seemed that she didn't expect that I would vent the fear in my heart in this way. My mother didn't hide, but stood there stiffly, allowing me to wipe my nose and tears away.

You know, when she was young, she didn't like to hug me, and she was always taken by the nanny sister.

Every time I hand it over, she always hides away.

At this moment, sensing that my emotions had stabilized, she immediately freed up a hand and pushed me out.

He gave me a disgusted look, and looked at the white paper floating in mid-air.

"Is this what you took out of the box?"

I nodded blankly, and looked up, the pages of the book had been closed, but there were now three large characters on the blank cover.

"Book of Yin and Yang."

I muttered aloud, and my mother's face became serious again, even with a trace of panic.

Just when she raised the sword in her hand and slashed at the book.

The white paper that had been stagnant in the air seemed to have become conscious, and even avoided the mother's long sword, flew directly to the ceiling, and spontaneously ignited.

The flame is not an ordinary red, it is a very beautiful blue, extending from the corner of the book to the top, the color is getting darker.

Although it was burning vigorously, there was no trace of scorching heat, and even the temperature in the room began to drop continuously.

Mother seemed to have expected such a strange scene, she stood there motionless with her sword in hand, the ice-blue flame gradually extinguished, and everything returned to calm.

"Is it still impossible to hide?"

My mother glanced at the direction where the book disappeared, walked to her side and took my right hand.

Seeing that gorgeous ring, she had an indescribable expression on her face. After a long time, she let go of my hand and looked into my eyes steadily.

"Anzhi, if one day you find that everything around you has changed, will you be afraid?"

I raised my head and stared blankly at my mother, not knowing why she would say that.

"Mother."

She reached out and touched my head, and her voice suddenly became gentle, but such a mother made me feel a little strange.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

My mother grinned and showed a forced smile. At that moment, I found that my mother, who had always been as strong as a queen, became gentler.

But in the end, she still didn't explain anything to me.

Just a second before closing the door, he stopped in his tracks.

"Anzhi, remember, what you see with your eyes may not be true. Everything we do is for your own good."

Mother left after speaking.Leaving me tossing and turning in bed.

Countless doubts circled in my mind, but the person who could answer them still did not appear.

Suddenly, there was a sudden warmth in the palm of my hand, which made me fall asleep unconsciously.

Faintly, it seemed that a childish voice was heard.

"Haha, I'm the smartest young master, Qin Luo, you idiot, you deserve to be kicked off the throne."

That night, I slept soundly.

I didn't open my eyes until my mother stood outside the door and knocked for a while.

"Gu Anzhi, are you going to sleep like a pig?"

I picked up the phone, and then I remembered that I was on the morning shift today, and rushed to the station without thinking about breakfast. When I passed by my grandfather's tailor shop, I took a special look, but the lantern at the door was still not lit.

Compared to my haste, my mother looked calm, wearing a Tai Chi suit, carrying the incomparably sharp long sword from yesterday behind her back, watching me into the station before she turned the corner and went to the nearby park.

"Anzhi, Ronaldinho hasn't come back yet. Their security guards are stuck in traffic on the road. Please work hard. Look at the cars on both sides. If you have any problems, report to the car control room."

"Ok."

I walked to the station with the intercom, because our station was originally established to make it easier for family members to go to the Qibaoshan Cemetery to pay homage to their ancestors. It was not a holiday, and the entire station hall was very cold.

Although the trains are frequent, there are very few people getting on and off.

During the inspection back and forth, a figure caught my attention.

It was a child who sat on the bench in the middle at some unknown time.

Wearing a red padded jacket, with two small whips tied on his head, and a pair of black shiny leather shoes on his feet, he looks very cute.

But, why do you always feel weird?