(MTL)I became the villain's Bai Yueguang by being a demon

Chapter 79

    Like a beautiful red Luo, a little bit fell in front of Fu Jichen's eyes.

    The clerk exclaimed, "I'm sorry..."

    Fu Jichen stood there stiffly, the red petals brushing over his brow bone.

    A few petals landed messily on his suit.

    In an instant, there seemed to be a large area of ​​red mist, slamming down on Fu Jichen like a destructive force.

    It broke his mood easily.

    At this moment, there was only one color in Fu Jichen's eyes.

    The red that frightened him and avoided him.

    Heavy memories came to Fu Jichen, and he suddenly thought of when his mother was in the late stage of cirrhosis.

    A large amount of blood vomited out of his mother's mouth, as if to spit out the blood all over her body, and her face was as pale as paper.

    This cast a great shadow on the young Fu Jichen.

    His mother declined little by little, and he could only watch helplessly as his vitality drained from his mother.

    He was powerless.

    At this moment, Fu Jichen was like a stiff sculpture, his face was cold and pale, and there was no blood.

    He raised his hand stiffly, the petals crushing gently at his fingertips.

    Like dried bloodstains.

    Memories finally spread uncontrollably, completely sweeping Fu Jichen's mind.

    His mother was Father Lu's first love. Father Lu originally fell in love with his mother. Later, Father Lu married someone else and the two broke up.

    The mother was already pregnant at that time, and she was alone and took him to a difficult life abroad.

    Fu Jichen did not want to recall those dark days.

    Hate, hate, hopelessness.

    This is Fu Jichen's initial cognition of the world.

    One day, his mother held the young him tightly with those bony hands.

    Her voice was hoarse and sharp: "The Lu family has ruined my life. You have to promise me one thing.

    " !"

    Hearing this, Fu Jichen's body tightened.

    In the dim light, he looked up in a daze.

    He saw that there was a red coral Guanyin statue from the Qing Dynasty on the table.

    Guanyin's left hand is a clear jade bottle, and her right hand is a willow branch. Her expression is pitiful.

    The mother's voice hovered beside Fu Jichen's ear like a shadow.

    He stared at the red Guanyin for a moment, his eyes almost stubborn.

    Guanyin sympathizes with the world and crosses all living beings in the sea of ​​suffering.

    Fu Jichen wanted to know, if he lived with hatred all his life, and melted hatred into his bones and blood.

    Is this kind of life really what he wants?

    Time passed minute by minute, and the red Guanyin statue stood still.

    The air was dead silent, and Fu Jichen was cold every inch.