The improved female villains regained their memories

Su Murong's eyes darkened a little.

She was silent, with her head down, without saying a word, like a lost child.

There was a faint colic in my heart, and I was about to become addicted again.

She got up, bent down to get the medicine bag under the bed, the little girl looked at it, and subconsciously shouted: "My lord."

Su Murong turned his head abruptly, suddenly his face was ferocious, and he became fierce: "What are you doing!?"

The little girl was frightened, shrugged her shoulders, and said weakly: "Don't be convinced anymore."

She has seen, seen the way the master became addicted to taking it, and such a master made her afraid.

The grimness disappeared, and Su Murong smiled softly again. She put the medicine bag on her lap, sat on the floor, looked at the little girl, and said without answering her question directly, "I remember, I was by the river. Found yours."

The little girl nodded: "Yes."

"At that time, you insisted on following me. I beat you and scolded you, but I couldn't drive you away. Later, I met a tiger in the jungle. Thanks to you, the tiger didn't eat me. .”

"En!" At this point, the little girl nodded vigorously, "At that time, the Lord was scared. The tiger was chased away, and you were crying all the time. I was the one who comforted the Lord."

"Yes." Su Murong didn't care when the black history was exposed, and smiled, but suddenly changed the subject: "You said you were guided to help me, right?"

"Ok!"

"You don't remember who guided you, you just know to come and help me, right?"

"Um!!"

"Then do you still remember who gave birth to you?"

"Give... me?" The little girl tilted her head and looked at Su Murong.

"Yes, the person who gave birth to you is your mother." Su Murong smiled, "Just like me, I also have a mother."

The little girl shook her head: "I don't remember."

It doesn't even know how it came to this world, let alone its own mother.

"But, I remember."

As Su Murong said, he opened the medicine package bit by bit.

"I remember, and I remember very deeply, that year, my mother died."

Inside the camp, it was surprisingly quiet.

The lord has never said these things to himself, and for some reason, he suddenly mentioned it today, but Little Suzaku didn't understand, but he still listened quietly.

"She died. She committed suicide. She hanged herself on the beam at home."

As Su Murong said, he got up and poured a bowl of water, ready to take it up.

The little girl quickly stood up and said, "Master..."

"You told me not to take it anymore, right?"

Su Murong didn't stop, but approached his nose, closed his eyes, and sniffed.

"I know, you are doing it for my own good, but..."

The water swayed and spilled slightly.

"Only in this way can I see my mother."

"I miss my mother."

Su Murong was overwhelmed.

Her body was trembling, and she lay down on the bed, waves of heat rushed to her forehead, which stimulated her to let out a frightening laugh.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!"

In front of his eyes, the repeated phantoms were superimposed to form a figure. In a trance, it seemed that white snow was falling.

Someone stood beside her and took her hand.

"Xiao Rong, you are here."

That figure stood beside her, with a familiar tenderness.

"mother!"

She cried out in surprise and hugged her.

"Xiao Rong, what's the matter?"

The figure tilted its head, not knowing why.

"Why...are you sad?"

The scene changed suddenly. She was standing at the door of the house, and that figure was hanging on the beam, staggering.

"Xiao Rong."

The figure hanging on the beams said:

"I'm already dead."

"!!!"

Upon awareness, the snow disappeared.

Bright red everywhere, blood all over the city.

The sun came out at dawn, and Su Murong stood in the middle, surrounded by piles of corpses.

"Xiao Rong, did you see it?"

The scene came back again, on the familiar snowy ground, the figure was holding Su Murong's hand, still smiling gently, but what he said were chilling words:

"I'm dead, everyone, is dead."

Su Murong lowered his head and remained silent.

After a long time, she raised her head with a bright smile on her face: "I know."

"What, you?"

This time it was the turn of the figure to be stunned.

"I know, mother, Grandpa Ghost, Grandpa Qian, and everyone in Floating Cloud City are all dead."

She grabbed the other's hand and put it on her head, forcing it, once, once, as if stroking.

"But even so, I still want to see my mother. No matter what, I don't want to be alone."

"In no mood……"

In the tent, Su Murong had already fallen into a state of madness.

She was grinning, her face was crying and smiling, the corners of her mouth were dripping, and she was dancing like a madman.

Half a minute later, she calmed down, but her limbs twitched from time to time, and her mouth made a hey sound.

The little girl looked at it, and her eyes couldn't help being stained with a trace of sadness.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I don't understand..."

It doesn't understand, why wants to see Niangqin continue to take such harmful things.

It also doesn't understand why it should miss a dead person so much.

Things are different, people are dead, and the living should look forward, instead of being immersed in the emotions brought by the dead, so they can't extricate themselves.

It doesn't have a mother, and it doesn't know who its mother is, so it naturally can't understand Su Murong's emotions.

Suddenly, it turned into a fiery red bird again, fluttering its wings, and flew into Su Murong's arms.

"emotion……"

"What are...emotions?"

The voice of doubt sounded, and it was silent in the air.

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Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks.

As he was walking back to his camp, a thought suddenly popped into his mind, almost subconsciously, which made him stop.

The system's voice sounded again: "What's wrong?"

"System, I remember you said before that Tiandao's definition of female villains is to help me understand them, right?"

"Well...that's right."

"In this case, then..."

In Yang Pingsheng's mind, images of Su Murong from the past flickered.

In the past ten years, he has traveled through many impoverished villages in the northern border, and the faces of those people gradually overlapped with those of Su Murong, without distinction.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly discovered that there was actually no difference between Su Murong and them.

She, like them, just wants to live.

Then, he thought of the scene where he cured the sick and saved the sick. Those children surrounded their sick parents and looked at him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he could really cure their parents.

But Su Murong's mother died ten years ago.

Su Murong standing in front of her mother's corpse, what was going on in her mind at that time?

"I don't have a father."

"As soon as I was born, my father left."

"My mother and I grew up together. From a young age, only my mother took me with me."

"I have been with her all the time. In this city, she is my only relative."

"But now that she's gone, I'm really the only one left."

"I'm the only one left in that room."

At that time, Su Murong's words suddenly appeared in Yang Pingsheng's mind.

Memories that should have faded away now became clearer.