The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 383 Memories (40)

The boy closed his eyes, and all the hatred and anger could not be seen on his face.

After everything subsided in an instant, there was a deathly silence.

The light is dim and unclear, and the moonlight is quiet.

Fable hurriedly hugged his weak body that was about to slide down, buried his face deeply in the young man's neck, greedily inhaling the warm scent of his body.

"Ah Qi, you are mine..."

...

The residence period was muddled, as if it had been a very long dream.

I just remember that there was blood everywhere, even the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist, and there was a desolate and dead atmosphere all around.

She sat in a deserted place, holding him tightly in her arms.

Like a madman, there is a frightening obsession in his eyes, but he seems to see panic like a child.

Her arms seemed to strangle his waist.

Yu Qi could only see that his face was covered with tears, and his eyes were full of fear.

Her black eyes, like magic pupils, were faintly filled with blood, as if blood was about to ooze from inside.

The hoarse voice was like a mantra, repeated over and over again.

"Ah Qi is mine, and mine alone."

Yuqi clearly felt the fear in his heart.

But there are two voices in my heart.

One frantically screamed to escape, but the other felt sorry for her, wanted to hug her, told her that he would not leave, and told her not to be afraid.

"Ah Qi...Ah Qi..."

There was a cold hand touching his face, and the voice was unfamiliar yet familiar.

"Baby..." She called out this title awkwardly and unfamiliarly, as if she loved it very much, and said infatuatedly, "It's my own baby."

...

In the dead bedroom, the light was dim.

All I saw was a young boy lying quietly on the big soft bed, and the pure white silk quilt was spread evenly on his body.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, his eyes were closed, his thick eyelashes were like a pair of small fans, and he could see a few nostalgic hickey marks on his snow-white and slender neck.

The room was quiet, and the boy's gradually rapid breathing could be clearly heard.

Yuqi had a splitting headache, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he woke up with a jolt, opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling above his head in a daze.

It was already getting bright outside, the curtains were not drawn, and the gray skylight came in, casting a cool light on the wooden floor.

It took a while for Yuqi to come back to his senses. Just for a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Those voices heard in the dream... Are they his imagination, or are they real?

Yuqi sat up and touched the back of his neck, but there was nothing unusual.

Just a headache from having an uncomfortable, long dream.

Yuqi got off the bed and came to the door.

This is still a dormitory on a military base, and they lived in a room for a month.

The boy held the handle of the door with his hand and pulled it back.

The door remained motionless.

Yuqi's eyes darkened, and his strength increased a little, but he still didn't pull away.

The door was locked, and there was no way to open it no matter what.

Yu Qi had no choice but to give up, and shouted out angrily: "Fable, open the door!"

Yuqi called a few times, but there was no response.

He started shouting again, still the same.

At this time, some soldiers had already started their morning exercises, but he couldn't hear any sound from outside.

It was as if the room was isolated from the whole world, and no one could feel his presence and was forgotten.

...

at the same time.

But I haven't returned for a month, and the magnificent and mysterious castle has returned to its previous desolate and dilapidated appearance.

The two holy angel sculptures on both sides of the front yard road are looking at everything in the castle with pitiful eyes, which is very strange.

During this month, the flocks of crows that almost lived in this ancient castle all entered the woods at this time.

There are only a few brave ones left standing on the sharp corners of the red tower.

The cold and lifeless blood eyes seemed to be staring at something.

A gust of wind blew by, the doors and windows creaked, the withered and yellow leaves were blown away from their original positions, and a layer of dust fell on the blood-red carpet.

Several pictures are intertwined, creating a cold and depressing environment.

basement.

A certain room here has a door made of an exceptionally hard material that is absolutely indestructible by external forces.

The whole is dull black, with a few roses carved in the middle.

Even if it is made of such materials, it seems that people are afraid of breaking in, and there are still layers of iron chains wrapped around the door.

The iron chain has rusted, and it can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.

Fable held an ancient long key and opened the lock.

It seemed that the heavy lock with some kind of taboo was randomly thrown on the ground by her.

Tear off all the chains, push the door open and enter.

For a moment, it was like entering a millennium cold cave.

The only temperature on his body dissipated immediately.

This body was already so cold that Fable felt irritated, the tip of his scarlet tongue licked his slightly pointed teeth, bloodthirsty flashed across his eyes.

This room was large and spacious, but also very clean. The moment the door was opened, candles lit up on the surrounding walls one after another.

The faint light can illuminate the whole picture of the room, and there is a special, mysterious and simple table in the middle.

A thick book was suspended directly above the table, with a pure black cover without any gloss.

It hung there motionless.

There seems to be a pair of invisible hands supporting it on the table, which faintly reveals a sense of sanctity and solemnity.

The hand reached over and took it off casually.

There is no name of the book on the cover, maybe this is a book without a name.

After opening it, there was a yellowed paper page, on which were recorded the fonts of various colors.

Very unfamiliar font, looks complicated and simple.

This is a font that has never been recorded on the Starnet. Although I don't know it, we can tell from the color of the font and the different directions of some subtle strokes that it was not written by one person.

Perhaps this is not a book, but a notebook.

Before that, Fable had never been curious about the contents of this book, nor had he ever pursued his own life experience.

She flipped through the book quickly, and her pupils trembled slightly when she saw a line of short red characters.

She closed the book and put it back on the table.

Turning around and leaving the basement, when he came out of the castle, it was already bright outside.

I don't know what I sensed, the aura around the woman suddenly couldn't hide the gloom, she sensed the boy's position, and disappeared in the same place in the next second.

(End of this chapter)