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Chapter 227 Door of Memory 7

Hearing this, Shang Qiyu looked at the visitor, Ishita, and smiled slightly as he hugged Yili, who was struggling with pain: "So the traitor is here? Why, do you think you can beat me with your current strength? I have no intention now. After dealing with you, I just want to take my good sister home."

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Life is like a big virtual experience game.

Every choice you make has marked your future direction.

Yili slowly opened his eyes and saw a little boy wearing a well-dressed miniature children's suit looking at him with a smile, holding a pink bear stuffed doll in his arms.

Her head hurt, and she felt dizzy as if she had been stuffed with a lot of cotton. She couldn't remember anything, and she felt light all over. But the moment she saw his face, his identity - hers - appeared in her mind. Adopted brother Shang Qiyu.

"I attended a business reception with my parents today. When I came back, I happened to pass by a doll store. I remembered that you liked the pink bear ragdoll the most. So I asked my parents to buy one for me."

Yi Li sat up, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, slightly frizzy: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome. When you come to our house, you are my only sister, Shang Qiyu. My parents asked me to ask you to go down for dinner. How about I help you comb your hair?"

Shang Qiyu stuffed the doll into Yi Li's arms and looked at Yi Li expectantly.

"I know how to..." Yi Li felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Shang Qiyu in front of him covered his mouth with a smile, and said without hesitation: "I know, you will definitely agree. "

Yi Li: "..."

Her groggy brain was unable to give information about the person she wanted, and she couldn't even control her movements. She could only watch Shang Qiyu bring her to the pink dressing table, and select a delicate pink comb from the colorful combs. comb, and talking to himself, he chose the headband and hairpin that he was most satisfied with.

Yi Li looked at Shang Qiyu, who was combing his hair seriously, and finally slowly gave a piece of information in his mind - he seemed to be Shang Qiyu's doll.

Yili didn't like the feeling of being controlled. She longed for freedom, but now, she felt like a doll deprived of everything.

Her soul screamed two words - escape.

Shang Qiyu noticed something was wrong with Yi Li and gently touched Yi Li's head: "Did you have a nightmare? If you haven't rested well, you can close your eyes and rest for a while."

Yi Li slowly closed her eyes, her mind filled with more cotton.

Shang Qiyu looked up at the warm and friendly two people in the mirror, with a strange smile on his lips.

A white dove flew across the sky. Yi Li raised his head and stared at the free dove. I don't know why, but he suddenly wanted to be a bird.

The delicious chocolate hot cocoa was put in a delicate and beautiful white cup, and was gently placed on the afternoon tea table in front of Yi Li by the servant.

There are also exquisite and delicious strawberry cakes and other snacks in front of you.

Shang Qiyu sat opposite her, looking with satisfaction at her beautiful and gorgeous princess dress and her impeccable double ponytail hairstyle, which made her look like a delicate and fragile doll. No matter what he did, she would never leave him.

Yi Li has naturally felt Shang Qiyu's unbearable desire for control in the past few days. Unfortunately, she was unable to make any resistance except for discomfort and diarrhoea.

She hated this feeling.

"What are you looking at?"

Shang Qiyu asked her with a smile.

She didn't really want to answer Shang Qiyu, who had such a bad taste at a young age, but she still spoke uncontrollably: "I want to see the white dove that just flew by."

"Do you like white pigeons?" Shang Qiyu asked with a smile. The cup in his hand suddenly exploded. Fortunately, Shang Qiyu had finished drinking the hot cocoa inside.

The servant waiting next to him immediately took care of everything as quickly as possible.

As if nothing had happened, Shang Qiyu picked up his phone, looked at Yi Li and said with a smile: "Catch the white pigeon that just flew over alive and give it to Miss Yi Li to play with."

"Need not."

Yi Li resisted for the first time. She looked at Shang Qiyu and said, "I don't need it."

She didn't want the white dove to become her second self.

"Why not? Didn't you like it just now?"

Shang Qiyu was a little confused. "I do not like."

For the first time, Yili had the idea of running away from here.

She doesn't want to be a canary, she wants to be a free dove.

She hates Shang Qiyu's tiresome and oppressive control, hates her body that cannot resist, and she hates everything here.

"Then kill it, it's a useless thing, there is no need to exist."

Shang Qiyu said with a smile, tilting his head and looking at the pale Yi Li with a confused face: "What's wrong? Why does his face look so ugly?"

"I said, I don't need the white pigeon, and you don't want to kill it either..."

I don't know if Shang Qiyu did it on purpose, but a gunshot was heard not far away, and Yi Li felt that his heartbeat stopped for a beat at this moment.

After a while, a strong man came to Shang Qiyu carrying a smoking shotgun and a white dove covered in blood.

"Master, the pigeon has been killed."

pat!

Yi Li threw the hot cocoa in front of him to the ground and looked at Shang Qiyu angrily: "What do you mean? Shang Qiyu!"

Shang Qiyu was not at all angry at Yi Li's disrespect for him, but said patiently: "Yili, I am your brother, you should call me brother."

It was the first time that Yi Li lost control like this. She felt like strangling Shang Qiyu, who was not even a trace of impatience in front of her.

She wants to get out of here.

Even in death.

Yi Li had this idea in his heart.

Shang Qiyu waved his hand, and the strong man immediately retreated with the bloody white pigeon.

Shang Qiyu left his seat and came to Yi Li. He gently touched Yi Li, who was shaking with anger: "I am your brother. Everything I do is for you, okay? I love you so much, so you can Are you so cruel to your brother? My good sister."

Yi Li didn't know why, but he felt that the emotion in his heart slowly faded, and his brain, which was sober due to anger, also became confused.

She doesn't want this.

But she had no room for resistance.

He slowly closed his eyes.

A tear slipped from the end of her eye.

For some reason, Shang Qiyu felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

He wiped away the tear with his hand pitifully: "You should have been mine, sister."

The next second, red blood overflowed from the corner of Shang Qiyu's mouth.

She was actually still resisting her own will.

...

Ixiuta looked at Shang Qiyu in front of him and was furious: "I'll say it a second time, let go of Yi Li."

"I am her brother. Even if I die, I will not leave her to you."