Xue Ling looked at herself and was wearing plain clothes like her sister.

She naturally remembered that her parents passed away in her previous life and her sister wore plain clothes for three years. Three years later, she took off her plain clothes and changed into black clothes that represented the identity of the witch master, mainly dark colors.

Now wearing plain clothes.

Xue Ling's heart skipped a beat and glanced at the empty yard, which was silence and ancient, and every brick and tile was filled with traces of time. Two plain white lanterns hung in front of the yard, tingling Xue Ling's eyes.

This is the ancestral home of the Xue family.

Both of their parents passed away in their ancestral homes.

She turned around and asked tentatively, "Silk Rain, is the 33rd year of Qing'an, the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Siyu was stunned by the question. She looked at Xue Ling, "Girl, why did you suddenly ask such a question?"

Xue Ling looked a little impatient and asked again, "Now it is the 33rd year of Qing'an, the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Siyu looked at Xue Ling and felt that her girl's expression was full of anger and mighty momentum. Although she was a little confused, she didn't dare to say more. She immediately said, "Go back to the girl, it is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in Qing'an."

My father passed away before the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. In other words, it is only two hours after her death. She has returned from her rebirth and has not had time to see her father for the last time, and she has no time to be sad.

Because what happened next could not tolerate her slightest slackness.

On the eve of my father's funeral, my mother passed away.

So, there is not much time left for her now.

There is indeed no best in this world. Even if you use spells to rebirth, the people and things that can be saved will be restricted after all.

However, at least my mother and sister are still there.

Xue Ling's nails were embedded in the palm of her hand, and the dead were gone, and the living was like this.

Xue Ling's heart was rekindled. She half-squatted down and looked at her sister's red eyes. The misconceptions in her heart had faded, but she became more and more sober.

For her, it has been four years since her father passed away, and the grief has become much weaker as time goes by.

If you don’t fall into the cycle of reincarnation, the result will be to experience the regrets and pains you have experienced again.

Then, why did she go through this?

Since we are here, everything, from now on, must be re-written.

Xue Ling's eyes were filled with coldness.

At this time, a voice interrupted Xue Ling's thoughts, "Why are the two girls standing in the snow and catching a cold!"

This voice was very kind, but Xue Ling felt a chill in her heart when she heard it.

This is Xu's mother's voice.

Xu's mother is a nanny next to her grandmother. When her father was in serious condition, her grandmother asked Xu's mother to help take care of her at the ancestral home. Xue Ling has always respected Xu's mother because of her grandmother.

But I never thought that Xu's mother was the most direct murderer after her mother passed away.

Xue Ling lowered her head, so Xu's mother could not keep it. Moreover, before she removed Xu's mother, she must not let her mother and Xu's mother come into contact alone.

After thinking for a while, she raised her head and her expression had already replied as before, "Did Mama Xu come to find her mother?"

Xu's mother said, "The old lady will come tomorrow. I will make a list for the wife to take a look. Today I will buy some and come back."

Xue Ling said, "Let's take a look."

Xu's mother hesitated a little.

Xue Ling had already reached out to her.

Xu's mother handed the list to Xue Ling.

Xue Ling glanced, nodded, and praised first, "Mom is indeed the person around the old lady, so she can do things safely."

As he said that, he calmly put the list into his sleeves and said, "My mother has been working hard all day and night these days. I will show this list to my mother. Mom will do it yourself."

Xu's mother was hesitating, Xue Ling said, "My father has passed away. My sister and I want to spend time with my mother alone. You don't have to follow us except Siyu."

When Xue Ling said this, Xu's mother had to give up.

After saying these words to Xu's mother, Xue Ling's mood had slowly calmed down.

The yard is very quiet, with a few white lanterns hanging under the corridor, and the yard is full of shocking snow-whiteness.

Xue Ling's eyes moved away little by little.

Not all whites are delightful.

But this color made her more sober.

Xue Ling remembered her father.

Before his father passed away, he was the head of the Xue family and the witch master of the entire Jiangling.

Under the protection of her father, she and her sister lived a stable life.

After his father passed away, his mother's unrestrained eyes instantly dimmed.

Although my mother had to hold on for those days, she could feel the depression of her mother's pain of losing her husband.

My mother has always been flamboyant. For the sake of her father's illness, she insisted on coming to this ancestral home with her father to recuperate. In the past six months, her mother thought of many ways, but she was unable to make up for the truth. Xue Ling always knew that the only one who hurt her father's death was the mother.

Although my mother's death was indeed a scheming, my mother was too sad at that time and had no idea of ​​survival!

Xue Ling could not guess what kind of mentality her mother had before her death, nor did she know which one was more painful for her mother.

However, keeping her mother was her only choice.

but,

How to find a way to break the situation at the beginning of this defeat? Fight for your mother a glimmer of hope.

This time, even if it was this dragon and tiger den, she was fearless.

The goodness and cowardice of the past are abandoned like worn-out shoes, and the future is long. The worst is like the past when the family is destroyed and the people are destroyed. It is just like walking once, and she will never walk the second time.

In the past, she couldn't help but now she just wants to control everything.

She can't control the human heart, but she can use this human heart to control the entire witch family.

Xue Ling took away all the emotions between her eyebrows, lifted the thick curtain, and walked in with light steps.

A woman was decorating a mourning hall. The woman was only in her thirties and her face was so beautiful that she could not tell her age.

However, this beauty looks a bit different from the woman in the back house.

Xue Ling was a little confused when she saw it. All the memories of her mother in her previous life had already been frozen in that winter.

Later, one year, two years, three years, time passed little by little. She occasionally remembered her mother, and only had a blurry outline left. She only remembered that her mother was incompatible with the world, and that the people in the clan taught her mother deeply.

Even if I dream of my mother occasionally, I can’t see my face clearly.

And now.

My mother's true face once again fell in front of her.

The outline became clearer little by little.
Chapter completed!