The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is red.

A delicate little girl knelt on the ground, with thin black mist all over her body. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, a golden halo was inlaid with her body, like a stubborn dark cloud, overestimating her ability to cover the sky and block the brilliance of the setting sun.

"What do you have any wish?" A majestic voice sounded, cold and ruthless, making people feel a little trembling. Accompanied by the sound was a silver nine-section long whip. But the long whip was like a huge vertebrae, with green dragon patterns wrapped around it, the body of the whip was full of spiritual energy and silver light shining.

The little girl raised her head and looked at the silver whip. There was no fear in her eyes. A bloody red mark on her forehead was more dazzling than the bloody setting sun behind her.

The tender but calm voice slowly floated out of the little girl's mouth, word by word, but every word was shocking:

"I hope that in the future, I will not be born, never exist, never die, never come or go."

The hand that raised the silver whip suddenly trembled slightly. I believe the person holding the whip would never have thought that this would be said from such a little girl. But this was just a moment of doubt, but it did not shake the person holding the whip's determination to kill.

The silver whip suddenly rose high, like a flying silver dragon leaping in the air, then turned into a sharp green light, sweeping towards the little girl's delicate back. The light rose and fell, and the little girl's back suddenly flew with flesh and blood, and the lotus-colored jacket was stained with blood and overflowing blood. The little girl's face was pale, and her whole body was trembling in pain, but she clenched her teeth and didn't hum.

The long whip fell down and suddenly rose high again, as if it was about to soar into the sky. Then it turned into a cold green light and swept hard to the little girl's bloody back again.

Seeing that the long whip was about to fall on the little girl's back again, an anxious female voice suddenly came from the sky: "No!"

The little girl turned her head and saw that the setting sun suddenly rolled in the sky. The originally bloody clouds turned purple and bright. Among the purple clouds, a woman with a flying charm came like an aurora, with wide sleeves stretched, tied the long whip on the back of the little girl, and turned her head and shouted to the little girl: "Xiaoxi, run quickly!"

The little girl looked at the woman, pretending to be strong before, she was no longer there, tears in her eyes, and she shouted aggrievedly: "Mother..."

The rolling tears suddenly poured down like a dam breaking, covering her eyes. The figure of her mother gradually became blurred in her eyes, becoming less and less real. No matter how she wiped away the tears in her eyes, she could no longer see her mother's face...

"Mother……!"

Xuan Mengxi stood up and sat up suddenly from the bed. Her clothes on her back were soaked in cold sweat.

It's this dream again.

Xuan Mengxi stood up from the bed, walked up and opened the window. Outside the window, a red full moon slanted westward, and the morning light gradually emerged from the eastward sky. Xuan Mengxi leaned obliquely by the window, looking at the ray of red and hot morning light like magma shot into the dark sky, and the purple clouds in the sky kept gushing out of the purple clouds in the sky.

Since Xuanmeng Xi remembers, this dream will always quietly come on the night of the full red moon. It has never stopped over the years. The strange phenomena that appear at the same time as this dream are also the light red birthmark on Xuanmeng Xi's forehead. Every time on the full moon night, the color of this red birthmark will deepen and become more contemptuous than blood. However, when the morning moon sets, the color of the birthmark will return to the usual impermanence color.

Xuan Mengxi grew up with her father since she was young, and her mother had passed away for many years. Now, Xuan Mengxi can no longer remember her mother's appearance. But in that dream, her mother's voice and appearance were so real and so kind.

Unfortunately, every time I woke up from my dream, Xuan Mengxi could never remember her mother again. She was so close in the dream, but so far after she woke up.

A child who has never had a mother since childhood, even though he suffered all the tortures and sufferings in his dreams, he still enjoyed it as long as he thought about meeting his mother. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why the dream has been with Xuan Mengxi for a long time.

Xuan Mengxi once stole into his father's study and tried to search for his mother's portrait, but found nothing. The only clue about his mother was an inconspicuous bookmark that his father had in a piano score, with the word "Ziyun" written by his father. Xuan Mengxi guessed that Ziyun should be the name of his mother.

Although my father rarely mentions his mother, he uses deep affection. Since his mother passed away, his father has been immersed in his longing for his mother and has been unable to extricate himself. He has been paying little attention to the young Xuanmengxi. Until Xuanmengxi is now so graceful, the only thing his father has been asking about over the years was Xuanmengxi's marriage.

However, Xuan Mengxi was not satisfied with the marriage decided by his father.

In Xuan Mengxi's opinion, this marriage was just a deal between his father and the other party.

Over the years, Xuan Mengxi has been longing for her father's attention, but she never dreamed that her father finally regarded her as a chess piece, or a chess piece, but just an object to exchange what he needed. Xuan Mengxi suddenly missed the days when his father was ignored. It was actually excellent to be forgotten like that, at least he was free to come and go, leisurely and contented.

Xuan Mengxi often wondered what kind of reasons it was that made a father be so indifferent to his own flesh and blood?

Perhaps this demon world is a place where personal feelings are indifferent. As a demon, my father probably should be like this. However, Xuan Mengxi himself, as a witch, was always entangled with these so-called warmth, and became ridiculous and seemed an alien in the demon world.

The door behind him was pushed open with a "creak" sound. A woman in a blue and white dress hurried in, walked straight to Xuan Mengxi, touched her back, and said with concern: "Xiaoxi, is it okay? Are you dreaming again?"

Xuan Mengxi turned around and smiled at the woman with relief: "I'm fine, Aunt Su."

This woman, who was called Aunt Su by Xuan Mengxi, was Xuan Mengxi's close servant, named Su Ru. Since Xuan Mengxi remembered, Aunt Su has been with her. Her mother died early and her father was indifferent. Only Aunt Su was Xuan Mengxi's considerate support.

Aunt Su gently held Xuan Mengxi's hand and sighed: "Over the years, this nightmare has tortured you repeatedly, and Aunt Su feels really distressed when she looks at it."

"It's not the first time. I've been used to it all these years." Xuan Mengxi held Aunt Su's hand again and patted her again, indicating that Aunt Su would not have to worry. Putting down Aunt Su's hand, Xuan Mengxi couldn't help feeling sad again, and sighed softly in her heart, but she looked calm on her face. She blinked her charming big eyes and looked at Su Ru, and there was a sweet smile on her lips.

"You are Aunt Su who grew up. You are stubborn and keep everything in your heart. You don't tell me. Others can't see any clues from you, but Aunt Su also knows the pain in your heart? Sometimes, don't be too wronged." Aunt Su said, her eyes falling on the red wedding dress neatly stacked on the dressing table.

Xuan Mengxi's long eyelashes like a feather fan drooped slightly, and a hint of darkness appeared in her eyes, but she still pretended to be fine and said easily: "Aunt Su, I'm fine! Don't worry!"

"Xiaoxi, tell the truth to Aunt Su, are you unwilling to marry?" Aunt Su looked at Xuan Mengxi and asked sincerely.

"Yes, I don't want to marry, but... there is nothing I can do about this!" Xuan Mengxi saw Aunt Su's face look serious, so she put away her pretended sweet smile and spoke hesitantly.

"There's no way? Then tell me, what is this?" Aunt Su said, taking out a piece of paper burned from her sleeve, staring at Xuan Mengxi and asking.

Xuan Mengxi was shocked. The paper was not completely burned yesterday? His eyes turned and he gently held his forehead and said, "Oh, Aunt Su! I... had a headache..."

Aunt Su saw Xuan Mengxi suddenly screaming like this, but was unmoved. She still said seriously: "Xiaoxi, stop playing! This is not a joke. Do you know that it is very dangerous for you to secretly impose a talisman on yourself! Maybe it will kill you!"

"Aunt Su~ It's not that exaggerating, I'm just fun!" Xuan Mengxi suddenly held Aunt Su's hand in a coquettish voice and said coquettishly, pouting, and continuing with a little anger: "It's nothing if you really get angry. Anyway, my life doesn't matter, and my father won't care."

"Xiao Xi! What are you talking about? Who said your life is not important! Your life is your mother who fought hard..." Aunt Su suddenly stopped halfway, as if she felt that she was a little confused, and then continued: "Xiao Xi, you are so stupid. As long as it is something you don't want, how could Aunt Su force you to go against your heart?"

The naughty look on Xuan Meng's face suddenly disappeared, and suddenly became solemn and calm. She looked at Aunt Su's eyes quietly, and said in her heart: "Aunt Su, will you help me?"

Aunt Su took Xuan Mengxi's hand again, shook it hard, and said confidently: "Xiaoxi, don't worry. Let Aunt Su come to help you!"

Suddenly, a dizzy moment of heaven turned around. Xuan Mengxi felt that his head seemed to burst open. He hugged his head with his hands and retracted into Aunt Su's arms and shouted in pain:

"Aunt Su, I have a headache~"
Chapter completed!