The man was dressed in a dark purple silk pajama with layers of folds and lace at the cuffs and neckline.

He leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, his head bowed, his hair slightly disheveled.

He still holds a gun in his right hand, and on his left is a huge painting that has fallen down.

With the dragon's roar as the center, the surroundings were in shambles, and everything in the room fell to the ground.

Lu Xiaoyou found that the room he was in had no windows on all sides, and the snow-white light on the ceiling illuminated everything in the room extremely cold.

The smell of blood came from the hand that Long Yinxiao held the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was worn by the rear force of the gun, and blood came out between his thumb and index finger.

She squatted down, and suddenly the dragon roared and raised her head suddenly, and the cold muzzle of the gun was against Lu Xiaoyou's forehead.

The man's face was fragile and emotional, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and the whole person was in a trance, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Lu Xiaoyou heard the sound of bullets being loaded, her face was cold, her long inky hair fell down from the sides of her cheeks, and her snow-white and smooth forehead was pressed against the muzzle of the gun, but her eyes were looking directly at the dragon roaring.

Her eyes were like stars, like a dazzling aurora falling in the dark night.

Long Yinxiao looked at her in a daze, and the force of pointing a gun at Lu Xiaoyou's forehead was slightly lightened.

"Don't leave me......" he stared at her, but not like he was looking at her, he lowered his posture and pleaded, like an abandoned broken doll.

Lu Xiaoyou tilted his head slightly, "Second Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

The gun on Lu Xiaoyou's forehead was completely released, and the man suddenly threw himself into Lu Xiaoyou's arms.

She was knocked down and sat on the ground with the pillow she had brought from her room on her lap, and Long Yinxiao put her head against Lu Xiaoyou's pillow.

Lu Xiaoyou sat on the ground, looking down at the dragon roaring, and the posture of the two became a little strange......

He was like a frightened young beast about to burrow into his mother's belly.

Lu Xiaoyou pushed away all the ornaments scattered around her a little, and she wanted to remove the huge picture frame on the side.

She lifted the frame a little and saw a corner of the picture, Lu Xiaoyou opened the entire frame, the frame turned over, fell to the ground, and the content of the painting was completely exposed to the light.

It was an oil painting, in a classical style, with a garden, a pavilion, and a family of four in the middle.

It was a couple and two children, but the wife's face had been cut off with a sharp knife, leaving only a hole, and one of the children's face had been painted with black paint.

"Don't look!" Long Yinxiao raised his head and saw Lu Xiaoyou open the painting, he suddenly picked up the gun again and fired a few shots at the oil painting.

The paintings are full of holes, especially the adult woman in the painting, who is covered in devastation.

Lu Xiaoyou pointed to the little girl in the painting, "This is Long Yinghua?" ”

The dragon roared and did not answer.

She pointed to the adult man standing behind Long Yinghua and continued to ask, "Is this Long Yuan?" ”

The little girl in the painting looks too similar to Long Yinghua, so Lu Xiaoyou speculated.

Her fingers moved to the little boy beside Long Yinghua, whose face had been wiped with a large piece of paint, "This is you?" ”

Her fingertips pointed upwards, and the woman standing behind Long Yinxiao had a large mouth on her face, and her body looked like it had been pierced with a knife, and none of it was intact.

"Is this your mother?"

"Shut up!" The man roared furiously.

Lu Xiaoyou continued, "You hate your mother very much. ”

Faced with the portrait of his mother, he used a knife and a bullet to abuse the woman.