The return of the gods, evildoers are not easy to mess

Chapter 1 Parents die
If time could start again, Xi Yaomo never thought that one day she would be so lonely.

"Look, that little scourge has come out again!"

As the sound came, mixed with endless fear, Xi Yaomo was no longer surprised.

I used to be so happy, but just a few days ago, the dream I had for many years was finally broken. I was a child who fell from the sky, and what I represented was a disaster.

In just a few days, the infamy that I have been carrying on my body is enough for the storyteller to talk for three days and three nights.

Xi Yaomo looked at the scene in front of her, the people she knew on the road were far away from her, for fear of being contaminated by her own bad luck, everything that happened in this small village was related to her.Xi Yaomo's father's dying words sounded in her ears again.

"Yaoyao, in fact, you are not the biological daughter of me and your mother."

"Then I was adopted by my parents?" Xi Yaomo looked at her father, Lin Fanyu, in surprise.

"Yaoyao, you didn't come from the world, ahem...you are the son of heaven...you are the treasure that God bestowed on me and your mother...and...cough...your...name is...is Found it in your package...."

She was sad that she had hurt them because of herself.She couldn't figure out why, why she was hit with evil spirits, why she would cause harm to the people around her, why her fate was so bad.She hates, hates the world, hates fate, and even more hates her own weakness.

A figure suddenly flashed in her mind, with a pair of silver eyes, black hair fluttering, dressed in white, with a holy aura, and a gentle and elegant smile on his handsome face.

Xi Yaomo is very familiar with this person.His words are always gentle, like a hand that heals a person's wounds.

Xi Yaomo remembered him clearly.

She met him once when she was six years old.He told her a lot, but she didn't understand, couldn't understand.

He told her that six years ago, a baby fell from the sky.Because of the baby's original identity, ordinary people can't get close to him at all.There are two reasons for this situation, or the hit contains evil spirits, which will gradually make people around you go away.It was destiny, but it was actually to protect that baby.In addition, there is another reason, that is, the baby's auspicious energy is too strong, and ordinary mortals cannot bear it.

She still remembered that she made a face at him at that time, saying that he was lying nonsense, but she didn't know that he was just kindly reminding herself to be prepared, because he knew that this day would come sooner or later.It's just that all of this happened so fast that she couldn't react quickly, and she couldn't imagine what her life would be like in the future, just like the question she had been puzzling over before.She didn't know why her father's surname was Lin, her mother's surname was Zhu, but she was called Xi Yaomo.And now, everything is clear.Because I am the child who descended from the sky, and Xi Yaomo is my heavenly name.

The sky did not know when it was raining again.Although it is spring, the rain is still bitingly cold.Xi Yaomo opened her eyes and looked around, it was already dark, and she unknowingly slept in front of the grave all afternoon.

The clothes on his body were already wet from the thin rain.The wind was blowing gently, but on her body, it was like a dagger with a cold light shining on her body, wounding her completely.

She walked on the road in a daze, and when people saw them, they would point and point, but she didn't care. No matter how cold the rain fell, no matter how bitter the wind was, she was like a puppet who lost her soul, and the point of her life with her parents Bit by bit, it is her best memory.

She returned home, but the house was extremely cold.She looked around, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and also a kind of misery, a trace of sadness.She thought about the past.In my memory, my mother would always prepare delicious meals when I came home from playing, while my father would choose to read in the study or go to school to teach students to read and recite; the self in memory is always happy Loved by my mother and loved by my father; in my memory, I always wanted to sneak out to play, but my father would always lead me to the study to teach me how to read and write; in my memory, my mother was always so gentle Beautiful; in my memory, my father was always so kind and reasonable; in my memory...

Everything has become a memory, father, mother, and the past self.

Xi Yaomo crawled onto the bed, curled herself up into a small ball, and was sad under the quilt.She really wanted to cry a lot and vent her feelings, but she was a person without tears.

Xi Yaomo feels that they have not left her.There is still the tenderness of my mother in the quilt, and I still remember that I always listen to my father telling stories before going to bed.

In the past eight years, it was the happiest time for me.Because I have a warm home.But now, all that has become a thing of the past, and all that has become so out of reach.

(End of this chapter)