Chapter 1267 Counterattack (8)

Ruan Jiaojiao really couldn't bear it. She didn't expect that the kind old lady Yuan in her memory would be such a person.

Hundreds of lives.

They dug out their hearts just to perform a ritual. How could they do that?

In their eyes, isn't that life?

Ruan Jiaojiao felt very uncomfortable and even wanted to vomit. She got up from the sofa and walked upstairs with some unsteady steps. Xu Xu followed immediately.

Ruan Lin was complaining to Ruan Jianguo next to her, blaming him for not pressing this channel.

Ruan Jianguo was also distressed, but also quite aggrieved, because the current TV news broadcasts are unified. No matter which channel you press, it is the news broadcast, and it is basically a local channel. The news in the news broadcast is similar. They have such a big case in their province, and it is useless to conceal it.

Ruan Jiaojiao went upstairs and climbed onto her bed, rustling and arching into her bed.

The weather has dropped a little these days, and she just finished reading the news, and she felt cold all over.

She couldn't tell what she felt, but she felt like she had missed something.

Shu Jie chased her all the way up, saw her get on the bed, rolled herself up like a cicada pupa, and took off her shoes and lay on it.

Ruan Jiaojiao took the opportunity to get into her arms, and was hugged by Shu Jie.

"Mom." She called softly.

But she didn't rush to speak. Shu Jie looked down at her back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ruan Jiaojiao lowered her eyelids.

Covering the fragility and fear in her eyes at this moment, she buried her head in her chest and whispered, "Mom, can you promise me one thing?"

"You say."

"You promise first." Ruan Jiaojiao shook her body gently and asked.

"Okay." Shu Jie nodded, her heart was soft.

Ruan Jiaojiao bit her lip, and after a long time she spoke: "If I die, you can be sad for a year or two, but promise Jiaojiao that you must live well and don't do those bad things, okay?"

"Jiaojiao..." Shu Jie hugged her tightly.

She felt that every word she said turned into a sharp sword, piercing her heart with holes and bleeding.

"Mom, you promised me, you can't regret it." Hearing Shu Jie's crying, Ruan Jiaojiao deliberately snorted coquettishly, raised her head, and blinked her eyes: "You promised, you can't regret it. After Jiaojiao dies, all of you must live well."

Just saying that, as the voice fell, her tears fell.

Shu Jie burst into tears.

Ruan Jiaojiao buried her head in her arms again, and her face was also full of tears.

She didn't want to die, but what to do, this world can't accommodate her.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, and then Ruan Jiaojiao fell asleep because she was tired.

Almost the first second she fell asleep, she entered the nightmare.

The only difference from the past was that the black eyes that were foggy and could never be seen clearly before began to gradually become clear.

And those were not black eyes at all, but bodies without hearts. Because there was no heart, one side of the body was empty, and in the dark environment, black holes were formed, just like countless pairs of black eyes!

Ruan Jiaojiao woke up from the nightmare and could no longer close her eyes.

The next day happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and the Ruan family received a letter early in the morning.