I have a portable prison
Chapter 78 After all, I am not a devil
The young man looked at him very wearily, Mingming didn't dare to think if there was any disappointment in his eyes, but he had no choice but to speak, two words seemed to be squeezed out from his jaw: "Please..."
The young man lowered his eyes, as if to refuse, then the young man tightened his hand holding the pocket watch, and said lightly, "Come out."
Before Ming Ming could react, a golden ring hit his soul like this, pushing him aside from his body, and at the same time, his arms and feet were encircled by the golden ring, making him unable to move like an iron hoop. Break free, let alone move an inch.
Not long after, Mingming's fallen body opened its eyes again.
A panic appeared on the face of "Ming Ming Jing", looking at the knife in front of him, there was a burst of pain in his neck, and looking at the living soul kneeling beside Ming Ming Jing, he said tremblingly: "Ming Jing, what's going on?" matter, who is he?"
Xianmingjing opened his mouth, as if he was about to say two intimate words, but in front of the young man, he didn't make a sound, showing a painful expression for the first time, and said again: "Please..."
The young man was still unmoved, but this time he paused for a long time before saying: "Although you are young, I always thought you could understand that most bad people in this world are evil people who have made terrible mistakes. , or it may be changed by a good person, even if that person is your closest person, it may not be more credible than a stranger."
Ye Gouzi used to be good, Wang Siniang was also good, Erqing was good at the worst, but they all spent hundreds of years in dark prisons, because even though they were still good people in their hearts, even they themselves I also know that I have a kindness, but they were the ones who were crazy back then, and they were also the ones who were convicted.
Ming Xianjing knew this very well, but still jumped into the pit of fire without hesitation, and seemed to have no regrets, which made Zhao Qiqiu, who had already figured everything out, furious.
"What about you?" Ming Mingjing said, "Aren't you... a good person, can't I trust you?"
"You are wrong," Zhao Qiqiu said calmly, "I am not a good person."
Zhao Qiqiu also has no right to talk about A Wu, after all, Mingmingjing is with him every day, but Zhao Qiqiu is also not aware of Mingmingjing's small movements.
Because Ming Xianjing is really too smart, too smart.Without a teacher, he threw the ghost into his body and nourished it with blood essence, gradually infusing the ghost with the vitality of a living person. He also tampered with the talisman and used this evil knife to completely cover up the breath of the ghost.
Perhaps during the day when Ming Mingjing fell asleep, he met this ghost in his dreams!
Zhao Qiqiu thought he was still in the dark when several times his life was in danger, but only now did he realize that he was so wrong. Xianmingjing already knew who was harming him, but in the end he chose to hide it.
Zhao Qiqiu just put down the knife at this time, as if he didn't see the expression of "Bright Mirror", he spread the young man's thin palm, and the pocket watch fell into the palm of "Bright Mirror".
The next moment, Zhao Qiqiu slowly grasped that wrist, and the expression on the face of "Bright Mirror" became a little at a loss. This kind of expression was like the expression of a real 13-year-old boy, but in the past, bright Mirror has never made people feel even a little bit easy to understand.
Zhao Qiqiu just tugged lightly, and a slender palm that was slightly bigger than Xianmingjing's own hand was peeled off from the flesh.
Seeing such a scene, "Bright Mirror" suddenly turned pale with shock, not only a pained expression appeared on his face, but also a trace of fear and hatred flashed across his face, and he said to Ming Ming Jing, "Ding Jing, Ming Jing! What's wrong with him? Who is it?! It hurts so much! Ah!! Mingjing! Help mom!"
Zhao Qiqiu flipped his hand, and the handle of the knife hit the shoulder of "Bright Mirror". Visible to the naked eye, another skinny shoulder was pushed out from the body in front of him.
But now it is really connected by blood, how can it be so easy to separate, and soon, under the almost stubborn gaze of "Bright Mirror", the soul and body are once again glued together.
Seeing such a scene in the mirror, there was a little relief on his face, yes, it was too late.
Zhao Qiqiu said: "... Bright Mirror."
Xianxian Jing felt a pain in his heart, turned his head, and saw the young man's almost pity eyes on him, and the other party said calmly, "Tell her goodbye."
Ming Mingjing's eyes widened slowly, and the young man in sight opened his thin lips lightly. The next moment, the sound of chanting sutras flowed from the young man's teeth.
Suddenly there was a shrill cry in the bedroom, but the whole Xianzhai seemed to be dead, no one came to check it out, it seemed that everything that happened here was illusory, imagined by Xianmingjing alone.
Neither the youth nor the woman's soul is real.
The voice of the extreme pain penetrated into the heart continuously, staring at the young man with bright eyes, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Stop, stop!! Don't do this to her, I voluntarily, all of you I voluntarily!!"
The young man didn't seem to hear it at all, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked at the struggling body in his hands expressionlessly. Along with the sound of chanting, another "unsuitable" soul continued to emerge from that body. The difference between the two Getting bigger and bigger, the Buddhist scriptures are like a merciless hand, tearing the two apart.
The woman's cry became weaker and weaker, finally, Zhao Qiqiu let go of Mingming Jing's bruised wrist, a young woman in her twenties fell to the ground, and Mingming Jing's body lost all strength in an instant, and fell backwards on the bed .
Zhao Qiqiu bent down slightly, and carefully observed Ming Xianjing's body. It was conceivable that he lost a lot of blood and vitality. When the woman left, this body was on the verge of dying.
Zhao Qiqiu took a deep breath, staring at the bloodless body in front of him.
Perhaps this overly quiet appearance touched something in his heart, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroked the other's eyebrows with his fingertips, combed his temples soaked in cold sweat, and said to himself: "If you are so obedient ..."
Kneeling at the side, Mingming mirror lowered his head, trembling all over.
He clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes. He obviously didn't dare to look any further, but he still seemed to feel the young man's fingertips on his face.
"Mingjing, Mingjing, mom is here to help you, don't be afraid, mom is here." The woman staggered up from the ground, no doubt severely injured at this time, and staggered to Mingmingjing's side, she could only keep saying: "Mirror, mirror..."
She seemed to want to free Mingming Mirror, but as soon as her hand touched the golden ring that imprisoned Bright Mirror, she screamed instantly, and the golden light splashed on her hand like magma. In an instant, the back of the woman's hand There was a hole left by the burn, and she rolled all over the ground in pain.
Mingming Jing watched this scene with distorted expression, but in the end, he looked at the figure of the young man, with only a slight tremor in his voice, the pain had already spread, and he said, "No, please, I will know everything you want to know." Tell you, she is my mother, she is my mother...don't treat her like this, don't do this..."
Seeing Mingming's extremely fragile appearance, Zhao Qiqiu fell silent, and suddenly realized that no matter what kind of person or future he had in his mind, he was now an adult, while the other was just a child.
Did he bully a little too much?
Zhao Qiqiu sighed inwardly, stood up and walked in front of Mingming Jing's soul, behind him was an invulnerable body, and the one in front of him was the complete person called Mingming Jing who would be broken if he didn't pay attention.
Zhao Qiqiu opened his hand lightly, and the long knife he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He knelt down in front of the boy and said, "You've bowed your head long enough." There was pity in his tone—it is true that people can have weaknesses, but some weaknesses are not only fatal, but also require a high-minded person. A proud person can achieve success only by destroying himself. Isn't this terrible?
Mingming Jing couldn't bear the painful voice of the woman next to his ear, but he couldn't bear the pitiful voice of the man in front of him even more. He raised his head slowly, his body tensed up uncontrollably with anger.
An arm wrapped around his shoulder and landed lightly on his back.
Bright Mirror froze, looking at the air in front of him in disbelief.
The hand on the back didn't seem to be used to this kind of behavior either, and it didn't move after patting it lightly.Ming Xianjing heard the young man's sigh resounding at a very close distance, and as the hug got a little stronger, the young man said, "I'm sorry."
"Give me, give me your body!" The woman screamed, her beautiful and supple face was completely distorted at this moment, and her voice became harsh. She climbed up from the ground at an impossible angle, like an animal Usually, in an instant, he was next to Ming Xianjing's comatose body again: "I want Xian Zhun to die, I want them all to die!"
The young man's apology was still echoing in Xianxianjing's ears, and he stared blankly at the front, so when the woman rushed over, Xianxianjing paused for a moment before he understood what was happening, and his expression changed instantly.
"Do not--"
Next, the young man's movements became extremely slow in his eyes, and the young man let go of him. When this simple hug ended, the young man's other hand had, at some point, grasped the long knife again.
There was no sound, the long knife sank into the woman's back cleanly, and was pulled out cleanly, but when the woman fell down and turned around, her chest was slowly burning, and she looked at Mingliang in disbelief. The direction of the mirror.
"Mirror..."
Mingming Jing finally frowned, showing an expression close to crying. He looked at the woman without blinking, and his lips moved silently.
In the next second, he lost his strength and fell to the ground, and the things that bound him disappeared.
Mingming Jing came to the woman without saying a word, and the latter was burning with black air on his chest, his distorted face seemed to stretch for a moment, but his eyes became more and more hollow:
"I'm sorry... Mom, are you..."
"Stop talking," Ming Xianjing said, "You are possessing me now, I will carry you over—"
The woman tightly grasped Ming Xianjing's hand, not letting him move, and only kept apologizing to him.
Zhao Qiqiu stood aside quietly and did not disturb them any more.
Not every ghost has a clear mind, most ghosts can only survive by hatred, the woman in front of her is no longer the person she used to be, Mingming Jing knows this, but still can't let go.
The hostility is burned out, maybe it can...
But the woman's sanity gradually drifted away, and finally, when the flames on her chest almost split her soul in two, the woman stroked Mingming's cheek with her good hand, and said as if sleepwalking: "Ah Zhun , Mingjing, the name Mingjing is not good...it's too bright...will the baby...will it be...otherwise it will be called...okay?"
Zhao Qiqiu froze on the spot, unable to believe his ears.
"Mingjing, Mingjing, looking at others and looking at yourself, isn't it very painful, I... don't want him to be like you, live so clearly, the baby is called..."
"Just call it Mingming Building, okay?"
The young man lowered his eyes, as if to refuse, then the young man tightened his hand holding the pocket watch, and said lightly, "Come out."
Before Ming Ming could react, a golden ring hit his soul like this, pushing him aside from his body, and at the same time, his arms and feet were encircled by the golden ring, making him unable to move like an iron hoop. Break free, let alone move an inch.
Not long after, Mingming's fallen body opened its eyes again.
A panic appeared on the face of "Ming Ming Jing", looking at the knife in front of him, there was a burst of pain in his neck, and looking at the living soul kneeling beside Ming Ming Jing, he said tremblingly: "Ming Jing, what's going on?" matter, who is he?"
Xianmingjing opened his mouth, as if he was about to say two intimate words, but in front of the young man, he didn't make a sound, showing a painful expression for the first time, and said again: "Please..."
The young man was still unmoved, but this time he paused for a long time before saying: "Although you are young, I always thought you could understand that most bad people in this world are evil people who have made terrible mistakes. , or it may be changed by a good person, even if that person is your closest person, it may not be more credible than a stranger."
Ye Gouzi used to be good, Wang Siniang was also good, Erqing was good at the worst, but they all spent hundreds of years in dark prisons, because even though they were still good people in their hearts, even they themselves I also know that I have a kindness, but they were the ones who were crazy back then, and they were also the ones who were convicted.
Ming Xianjing knew this very well, but still jumped into the pit of fire without hesitation, and seemed to have no regrets, which made Zhao Qiqiu, who had already figured everything out, furious.
"What about you?" Ming Mingjing said, "Aren't you... a good person, can't I trust you?"
"You are wrong," Zhao Qiqiu said calmly, "I am not a good person."
Zhao Qiqiu also has no right to talk about A Wu, after all, Mingmingjing is with him every day, but Zhao Qiqiu is also not aware of Mingmingjing's small movements.
Because Ming Xianjing is really too smart, too smart.Without a teacher, he threw the ghost into his body and nourished it with blood essence, gradually infusing the ghost with the vitality of a living person. He also tampered with the talisman and used this evil knife to completely cover up the breath of the ghost.
Perhaps during the day when Ming Mingjing fell asleep, he met this ghost in his dreams!
Zhao Qiqiu thought he was still in the dark when several times his life was in danger, but only now did he realize that he was so wrong. Xianmingjing already knew who was harming him, but in the end he chose to hide it.
Zhao Qiqiu just put down the knife at this time, as if he didn't see the expression of "Bright Mirror", he spread the young man's thin palm, and the pocket watch fell into the palm of "Bright Mirror".
The next moment, Zhao Qiqiu slowly grasped that wrist, and the expression on the face of "Bright Mirror" became a little at a loss. This kind of expression was like the expression of a real 13-year-old boy, but in the past, bright Mirror has never made people feel even a little bit easy to understand.
Zhao Qiqiu just tugged lightly, and a slender palm that was slightly bigger than Xianmingjing's own hand was peeled off from the flesh.
Seeing such a scene, "Bright Mirror" suddenly turned pale with shock, not only a pained expression appeared on his face, but also a trace of fear and hatred flashed across his face, and he said to Ming Ming Jing, "Ding Jing, Ming Jing! What's wrong with him? Who is it?! It hurts so much! Ah!! Mingjing! Help mom!"
Zhao Qiqiu flipped his hand, and the handle of the knife hit the shoulder of "Bright Mirror". Visible to the naked eye, another skinny shoulder was pushed out from the body in front of him.
But now it is really connected by blood, how can it be so easy to separate, and soon, under the almost stubborn gaze of "Bright Mirror", the soul and body are once again glued together.
Seeing such a scene in the mirror, there was a little relief on his face, yes, it was too late.
Zhao Qiqiu said: "... Bright Mirror."
Xianxian Jing felt a pain in his heart, turned his head, and saw the young man's almost pity eyes on him, and the other party said calmly, "Tell her goodbye."
Ming Mingjing's eyes widened slowly, and the young man in sight opened his thin lips lightly. The next moment, the sound of chanting sutras flowed from the young man's teeth.
Suddenly there was a shrill cry in the bedroom, but the whole Xianzhai seemed to be dead, no one came to check it out, it seemed that everything that happened here was illusory, imagined by Xianmingjing alone.
Neither the youth nor the woman's soul is real.
The voice of the extreme pain penetrated into the heart continuously, staring at the young man with bright eyes, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Stop, stop!! Don't do this to her, I voluntarily, all of you I voluntarily!!"
The young man didn't seem to hear it at all, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked at the struggling body in his hands expressionlessly. Along with the sound of chanting, another "unsuitable" soul continued to emerge from that body. The difference between the two Getting bigger and bigger, the Buddhist scriptures are like a merciless hand, tearing the two apart.
The woman's cry became weaker and weaker, finally, Zhao Qiqiu let go of Mingming Jing's bruised wrist, a young woman in her twenties fell to the ground, and Mingming Jing's body lost all strength in an instant, and fell backwards on the bed .
Zhao Qiqiu bent down slightly, and carefully observed Ming Xianjing's body. It was conceivable that he lost a lot of blood and vitality. When the woman left, this body was on the verge of dying.
Zhao Qiqiu took a deep breath, staring at the bloodless body in front of him.
Perhaps this overly quiet appearance touched something in his heart, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroked the other's eyebrows with his fingertips, combed his temples soaked in cold sweat, and said to himself: "If you are so obedient ..."
Kneeling at the side, Mingming mirror lowered his head, trembling all over.
He clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes. He obviously didn't dare to look any further, but he still seemed to feel the young man's fingertips on his face.
"Mingjing, Mingjing, mom is here to help you, don't be afraid, mom is here." The woman staggered up from the ground, no doubt severely injured at this time, and staggered to Mingmingjing's side, she could only keep saying: "Mirror, mirror..."
She seemed to want to free Mingming Mirror, but as soon as her hand touched the golden ring that imprisoned Bright Mirror, she screamed instantly, and the golden light splashed on her hand like magma. In an instant, the back of the woman's hand There was a hole left by the burn, and she rolled all over the ground in pain.
Mingming Jing watched this scene with distorted expression, but in the end, he looked at the figure of the young man, with only a slight tremor in his voice, the pain had already spread, and he said, "No, please, I will know everything you want to know." Tell you, she is my mother, she is my mother...don't treat her like this, don't do this..."
Seeing Mingming's extremely fragile appearance, Zhao Qiqiu fell silent, and suddenly realized that no matter what kind of person or future he had in his mind, he was now an adult, while the other was just a child.
Did he bully a little too much?
Zhao Qiqiu sighed inwardly, stood up and walked in front of Mingming Jing's soul, behind him was an invulnerable body, and the one in front of him was the complete person called Mingming Jing who would be broken if he didn't pay attention.
Zhao Qiqiu opened his hand lightly, and the long knife he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He knelt down in front of the boy and said, "You've bowed your head long enough." There was pity in his tone—it is true that people can have weaknesses, but some weaknesses are not only fatal, but also require a high-minded person. A proud person can achieve success only by destroying himself. Isn't this terrible?
Mingming Jing couldn't bear the painful voice of the woman next to his ear, but he couldn't bear the pitiful voice of the man in front of him even more. He raised his head slowly, his body tensed up uncontrollably with anger.
An arm wrapped around his shoulder and landed lightly on his back.
Bright Mirror froze, looking at the air in front of him in disbelief.
The hand on the back didn't seem to be used to this kind of behavior either, and it didn't move after patting it lightly.Ming Xianjing heard the young man's sigh resounding at a very close distance, and as the hug got a little stronger, the young man said, "I'm sorry."
"Give me, give me your body!" The woman screamed, her beautiful and supple face was completely distorted at this moment, and her voice became harsh. She climbed up from the ground at an impossible angle, like an animal Usually, in an instant, he was next to Ming Xianjing's comatose body again: "I want Xian Zhun to die, I want them all to die!"
The young man's apology was still echoing in Xianxianjing's ears, and he stared blankly at the front, so when the woman rushed over, Xianxianjing paused for a moment before he understood what was happening, and his expression changed instantly.
"Do not--"
Next, the young man's movements became extremely slow in his eyes, and the young man let go of him. When this simple hug ended, the young man's other hand had, at some point, grasped the long knife again.
There was no sound, the long knife sank into the woman's back cleanly, and was pulled out cleanly, but when the woman fell down and turned around, her chest was slowly burning, and she looked at Mingliang in disbelief. The direction of the mirror.
"Mirror..."
Mingming Jing finally frowned, showing an expression close to crying. He looked at the woman without blinking, and his lips moved silently.
In the next second, he lost his strength and fell to the ground, and the things that bound him disappeared.
Mingming Jing came to the woman without saying a word, and the latter was burning with black air on his chest, his distorted face seemed to stretch for a moment, but his eyes became more and more hollow:
"I'm sorry... Mom, are you..."
"Stop talking," Ming Xianjing said, "You are possessing me now, I will carry you over—"
The woman tightly grasped Ming Xianjing's hand, not letting him move, and only kept apologizing to him.
Zhao Qiqiu stood aside quietly and did not disturb them any more.
Not every ghost has a clear mind, most ghosts can only survive by hatred, the woman in front of her is no longer the person she used to be, Mingming Jing knows this, but still can't let go.
The hostility is burned out, maybe it can...
But the woman's sanity gradually drifted away, and finally, when the flames on her chest almost split her soul in two, the woman stroked Mingming's cheek with her good hand, and said as if sleepwalking: "Ah Zhun , Mingjing, the name Mingjing is not good...it's too bright...will the baby...will it be...otherwise it will be called...okay?"
Zhao Qiqiu froze on the spot, unable to believe his ears.
"Mingjing, Mingjing, looking at others and looking at yourself, isn't it very painful, I... don't want him to be like you, live so clearly, the baby is called..."
"Just call it Mingming Building, okay?"
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