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Chapter 425 The time-travel version of Mom and the sniper rifle! (3)

A time-travel version of Mom and a sniper rifle! (3)

I think that our earth has experienced the baptism of the doomsday earthquake and reshuffled the cards, so the base that was originally located on the top of the mountain will be buried underground.

Here is our earth, but it is no longer the earth it used to be, creatures have re-evolved, and history has opened a new era.

I know that the things in the base are thousands of years ahead of this era. If these things are alive, they are enough to change the rules of this world. I don't want these things to appear in the world.

Therefore, I continue to exist in this world as Jiang Ning'er, preventing everyone from touching this treasure.

Whether it is Feng Lingxiao, Ning Tianyuan, or Yuntu, I admire these men, but I have never loved any of them. The man I love the most will always be your father Yuntian.

The reason why I choose Ning Tianyuan is not because he is the best among several men, but because I want to have a child, and he is very similar to your father.

In this way, when you see him, it is like seeing your father Yun Tian.

Although Yuntu is not your biological father, you must never let him down for his upbringing. As for the emotional debt owed to them, that is something owed by your mother and has nothing to do with you.

This sniper rifle is the only thing I brought out from the treasure, and now I give it to you.

When I gave birth to you, I saw you standing here reading this letter, that is, the farthest I can see of you.

Now, my life has come to an end, as for what will happen to you in the future, I cannot foresee, I can only remind you.

Chuchu, my child, cherish what should be cherished, and don't wait until you lose it to realize its value, because both parents want you to live happily!

If everything can be done from scratch, I would rather the three of us go through those 20 years together.

I know that it is impossible for me to get your forgiveness, but I still want to say to you again, sorry!
Always love your mother: Jiang Ning"

The handwriting on the back is somewhat blurred and irregular, some strokes are dark, and some strokes are light.

Obviously, Jiang Ning'er has come to the end of her life at this time, and the strength in her hands is also losing.

Especially the word Ning at the end, the last stroke almost draws out the buckskin roll.

Holding the parchment in his hand, Yun Chu couldn't calm down for a long time.

No wonder her parents never really loved her. It turned out that she was not their biological daughter, but her biological parents were Jiang Ning and Yun Tian, ​​whom she had always regarded as idols.

No wonder, when the general faced her, he often showed weird expressions.

No wonder, they would lose their trust in her, because her parents died at their hands, and they were afraid of her revenge.

……

The chest was stuffy, and Yun Chu's fingers were tightly pinching the sheepskin roll in his hand, trembling from body to heart.

Abandoned, one should hate, but now, she has no hatred in her heart.

In order to change her future, they did not hesitate to declare war on the entire organization, which was enough to move her.

What is love?
Taking care of her and raising her is love.

Is it not love to sacrifice for her a better future and for her to have a stable life? !

"If you don't object, I'll come in?"

Shen Fengchu's voice came in lowly from outside the wall.

Chasing all the way in, he guarded outside the wall.

He said he would not go in without her consent.

Just listening to her unsteady breathing made him feel really distressed.

Yun Chu didn't make a sound.

The next moment, behind her, there was a slight movement of the wind, and then, a pair of arms stretched out, pulled her over, and hugged her gently.

Pressing his face against Shen Fengchu's chest, Yun Chu completely indulged his emotions.

He didn't say anything, just pressed her face lightly against his chest, letting her tears wet the skirt of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)