The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 375 Recalling the Princess Hall

更新时间2014-01-1823:13:34。0
Hearing that this was the former site of the Demon Palace, she couldn't help but wandered around the courtyard again.

The more you look at it, the less it looks like...

In her memory, the Demon Palace is a place of eternal night.

The sky is gloomy, if it is not as dark as the night, it will be the same as there will be heavy rain the next moment, but here...

The sky here is indeed a little gray at first glance, and there is a gust of wind blowing from time to time, which will make people's five senses feel chilly.

But anyway, there is still a difference between day and night, the day is gray, and the night is black.

Compared with the previous ones, it's a bit like the magic power of the enchantment is not enough...

Then she carefully observed the yard.

Uh, first of all, of course, it is not as magnificent and majestic as the Demon Palace, which she felt on the first day.

Because when Yu Linghan brought her in, the scene in front of her was similar to the courtyard of an ordinary official or a senior official.

The whitewashed walls, the round moon gate, flowers and trees everywhere, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

There are corridors around the house on all sides, a patio, and a small backyard.

The rooms are next to each other, which is the simplest style. She remembers that Yanying took her to a few times before, and even some ordinary people's homes are much more fancy than this one.

Open the wooden door, and most of the inside are very simple, a bed, a table, a wardrobe, and a towel rack.

And the room Yi Ting lives in is in the main courtyard, slightly more spacious than those, the bed is very similar to mother's, it's dark, covered with flowers, plants, birds and animals.

But this bed is much smaller than the one in my impression. Could it be... because she was still young at that time, she felt relatively bigger?

There is this possibility.

Thinking that this was the place where her mother lived before, she felt really sweet in her heart, and finally fell asleep after lying down that night.

Not deep, but still had a shallow dream.

I dreamed that my mother was sitting on this bed, next to it was a small cradle.

She was leaning against the bedstead, with one hand on the cradle, looking sad.

Suddenly, as if she felt something, her eyes opened with a "huh".

Yi Ting, who was still a baby, was staring blankly at her, wondering what troubled her mother so much...

She is still too young, she has no way to comfort her mother, she can only look at it like this, staring blankly.

However, he was frightened by his mother's opening of his eyes, so that his little heart was pounding, but he still opened his eyes wide to look at his mother.

Meng Tingshan leaned over and stretched out her index finger to tease her cheek.

The voice was soft, full of exhaustion, and...self-deprecating.

She said: Baby, do you know that in the choice between her husband and the demon world, 1000 years ago, she might have chosen her husband without hesitation, but now, 1000 years later, although her heart is not dead, she will not be so Stupid.

She said: Perhaps, there can never be an equal sign between immortals and demons.

And this world belongs to the strong!

What's more, there is such a lot of hatred!
Yi Ting stared at her with two round eyes, she could understand, but she couldn't speak!
She strongly felt a large circle of black air rising around her when her mother said "hate", she moved uneasily, kicked her feet, and slightly poked her index finger into her mouth.

The mother was indeed amused by her undoubted cuteness, and the black air dissipated a lot. She smiled and scratched her cheeks. In a flash, the expression on her face faded, and she looked lonely again:
"Baby, when you grow up, you must not be like your mother, doing anything for what you love..."

"It's a pity, mother can't turn back..."

A crystal clear teardrop slid down from the corner of her mother's eye, dripping deeply into Yiting's heart.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like a conditioned reflex, and her mother's tears deeply hurt her heart.

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