I'm just a big Luo Jinxian

Jiang Qingyue became as cautious as gold, and there was an unparalleled firmness in the silence, and there was also a certain kind of indescribable paranoia and madness.

He brought back his father's body and put him on the master bed.

With blood on his hands again, he pieced together his mother's broken body and placed it beside his father.Blood stained the bed sheets, and the two mutilated corpses looked so horrifying.

Jiang Qingyue changed her dress and put on neat shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers.

In this way, it looks like male and female are indistinguishable, like a handsome boy, but also like a girl dressed as a boy.

It's just that on his face, there are bloodstains left and right by his fingers.

Jiang Qingyue dug out half a bottle of sleeping pills from the bedside table.For a while, his father had great work pressure, severe anxiety, and difficulty falling asleep. He bought a bottle of sleeping pills to help him sleep, and it was not difficult to see that he didn't take too much.

"Is he going to commit suicide by swallowing sleeping pills?" The Three Emperors of the Great Dao stared at this scene with burning eyes.

"You are wrong." Lin Fei's voice was cold and determined.

Jiang Qingyue took a deep breath and swallowed a sleeping pill.

After thinking about it, he swallowed the second tablet and washed it with water.

Then he lay in the middle of his parents' bodies and pulled their arms over to wrap him around him.

Jiang Qingyue's consciousness gradually became blurred, and she recalled that when she was a child, her mother would put her to sleep.

What will she say?

Oh, my mother will say that if you don't sleep well, you will be dragged away and eaten by the big bad wolf.

My mother also sang lullabies to herself. I heard it was a ballad from Russia, but her pronunciation seemed wrong.

The night was already deep, the wind was howling outside the window, and the branches were beating against the window.

The sound of the trees swaying and dancing in the wind was like the cry of a wronged soul.

The lights in the master bedroom had already been turned off, only the cold and dim moonlight came in.And even the moonlight was obscured by the shadowy tree shadows, forming a mottled light and shadow on the bed.

Jiang Qingyue's young body was clinging to her parents' corpses, her nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood, and she could even feel the cold touch brought by her pale arms.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he hummed softly the songs his mother used to lull him to sleep.

This is the song my mother taught me.

But I don't have a mother anymore.

Later, I will coax myself to sleep.

"Yuuuuuuuu, go to sleep.

Don't sleep next to the bed.

If you fall off the bed and howl, you will attract the big bad wolf.

Grabbed you sideways and dragged you to a grove, to a willow bush..."

Jiang Qingyue's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she slowly closed her eyes.

……

"Is she crazy? How dare she take the initiative to find the succubus?" The Three Emperors of the Great Dao couldn't understand, and even wondered if Jiang Qingyue gave up on herself and wanted to die with her parents.

"Three idiots who don't have a long memory, have you forgotten the incident of those extremely strong people who refused to surrender until their death?" Lin Fei sneered, "You think you have played with people's hearts, but you don't even understand what people's hearts are .”

The unbearable doom and pain will certainly make people collapse.

But there is a kind of person who never bows to fate.

Fight against fate to the end, until death.

Jiang Qingyue was indeed afraid, but after her parents died, the boundless hatred and anger completely overwhelmed this fear.

The Three Sovereigns are aloof and don't bother to take the ants in their eyes seriously. They think they have absolute power and can suppress everything.

But it's fine if there were extreme powerhouses who would rather die than surrender.

Now there is a nine-year-old "little girl" who has overcome layers of fear in her heart, turned grief into strength, and wants to fight to the death with the dream demon.

Everything is already gradually breaking away from the control of the Three Great Dao Emperors.

Faced with such an unexpected situation, they could only hope that the Dream Demon could defeat Jiang Qingyue in a head-to-head confrontation.

In the dream, Jiang Qingyue "woke up".

This dream looked exceptionally normal, there were no monsters, ghosts, or anything out of the ordinary.

If I had to say it, it would be too quiet, as if there was no one else except Jiang Qingyue.

Even the corpses of his parents beside him did not appear in the dream.

The crescent moon outside the window is like a hook, and the moonlight is hazy.

Jiang Qingyue took a deep breath, got up and got out of bed, left the house and walked towards the street.

The streets are empty, except for the dead leaves whirling on the road in the cold wind, making it extremely lonely.

"Dream Demon, are you afraid? As a demon who plays with people's hearts, you are actually afraid of a nine-year-old child?" Jiang Qingyue said coldly, looking around.

There was no response, as if the succubus had never entered his dream at all.

"If you don't come to me, then I will come to you." Jiang Qingyue took a deep breath, held her breath, and entered a state of meditation, with the image of the succubus in her mind.

He checked a lot of information, and even some experience left by former victims.

This allowed Jiang Qingyue to come to a clear conclusion that the succubi entered other people's dreams, modified them with strange powers, and killed people in the dreams.

But such connections are mutual.

He could enter Jiang Qingyue's dream, and Jiang Qingyue could also drag him into her own dream—someone tried this before, but it ended badly.

It is no different from actively seeking death.

Along with Jiang Qingyue's meditation, the image of the succubus in her mind became clearer and clearer.As if in a dark night, there was diffuse smoke, and the thin and slender ghost stood in it, rubbing the sharp steel claws in his hands, and slowly approached Jiang Qingyue.

Every step he took, his image became clearer.The top hat, the striped top, and the twisted and severely scalded face are already real.

"Hahaha..."

Accompanied by gloomy laughter, faint nursery rhymes sounded.

If it is said that the strong Jinxian has his own hymn to immortality, then this nursery rhyme is the soul song of the succubus.

One of the laws in the world of comprehension is that facing people with their own bgm, that is, background music, no matter how far they go, it is enough to prove the deterrent power of the hymn of immortality.

Although the situation of the succubus is different, this kind of aura still gives people a strong sense of oppression.

But at this moment, a phantom of a woman appeared behind Jiang Qingyue, who gave him a warm embrace from behind.

"Yuuuuuuuu, go to sleep.

Don't sleep next to the bed.

If you fall off the bed and howl, you will attract the big bad wolf..."

The so-called day thinking, night dream.

With deep thoughts of her mother, Jiang Qingyue made her appear in the dream, humming the familiar nursery rhyme softly.

Su Tianshuang was dumbfounded on the spot: "Can you still play like this? Although I know it's wrong to complain at this time, it really feels like it has its own sound system!"

Jiang Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes, only to see that the whole world had changed.

The sky is full of gray mist, and there are also fallen leaves that appear for no reason.

The sound of sharp objects rubbing against the wall came from far and near in the mist.