snow white his stepmother

It was just a sunny morning.

Two false guards in disguise walked the palace with boldness and poise, as if the one had forgotten that he was a kitchen helper, and the other had forgotten that he was the fiancée of the future king of the country.

They are no different from every squad that patrols the palace, so people don't pay much attention to them.

Snow led An Jie to his stepmother's room with ease.

An Jie was a little curious. He wondered what the queen whose body was taken by him looked like now.

But of course he could not see, for the queen was not in the room at all, as she was eating with her nephew in the dining-room.

The queen's room—to be precise, the current queen of the country next door and the former "princess" of this country only had the maid cleaning the room. When she saw two guards coming over, she asked, "What's the matter, sirs?" ?"

Snow lowered his voice and said, "Go out first, Queen Morian asked us to help her get something."

The maid stopped what she was doing, with a puzzled expression on her face.

An Jie quickly added: "You understand, some things are too heavy and need two people to lift them." His voice was very cordial and sincere, full of convincing power.

The maid nodded involuntarily, packed her things and left.

After entering the queen's room and closing the door, An Jie realized that this room was exactly the same as the one he had lived in in Snow's palace.

In a room with cold colors, the heavy curtains are drawn tightly so that no light from the outside can be seen, and the neatly placed decorations have a cold style. Under the relief, a mirror with a metal frame made of black mist was standing not far from the bed, and the fireplace in the corner had long been extinguished.

If it wasn't for standing with Snow in armor, An Jie would almost feel that this was a midnight dream.

It was as if he had returned to the moment when he had just died and was given a new life.

Snow walked over and lifted the mirror up, and threw it on the bed. He moved swiftly, quickly rolled up the mirror with the quilt, and put it on his knees, only to hear a rattling sound muffled by the quilt. The earth magic mirror shattered.

An Jie heard a panicked cry for help from under the quilt: "Oh, my God, I'm going to die! Help!"

But Snow pulled out the saber from his waist, and mercilessly smashed the mirror into pieces with the handle of the knife.

The mirror begged even more frantically: "My lord, I beg you to spare my life, because when I saw you walking in, I didn't call for help and alarm others."

"You just already know your inescapable fate." Snow said coldly, "That kind of begging for mercy is just superfluous." He gestured and continued to move.

"Of course I knew it a long time ago." The voice of the magic mirror was flustered, and it was also full of pathos trying to impress others. "Who made me the magic mirror who can answer all questions? I know everything. Since I showed the way for the queen From the day I searched for your trail, I saw the fate that belongs to me today, a sad fate that I cannot escape."

"Then you told your fate to others?"

"Of course not, because no one asked me."

"Then why did you tell me now?"

"Because I am begging for your mercy," said the magic mirror, "forgive me, dear Prince Snow White, I am only a mirror that has to answer all questions, and all my answers are inevitable." What happened, neither God nor the devil can stop it."

"Look, if I hadn't told them that only by marrying you as a princess can you get the greatest and most grandiose benefits, otherwise you would die when you were young."

Snow sneered: "But I still faced real death several times."

The magic mirror coughed dryly, and said: "It's just that my master had a disagreement with his nephew Lucas, and there will inevitably be some conflicts that cause bloodshed for others, but the final result will not change, just like now, you still alive."

Snow paused for a while, then asked, "Then will I finally get what I want?"

The magic mirror replied: "Of course."

As his words fell, Snow's knife handle fell heavily, smashing the magic mirror to pieces.

After smashing, Snow didn't care about anything, not cleaning up the scattered debris, and not caring about the distorted mirror frame on the bed.

He walked to the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and sat down, looked at An Jie who had been standing beside him, and stretched out his hand, letting An Jie come over and grab it.

"Are you okay?" An Jie grabbed Snow's hand and asked, and was hugged by the person in front of him.

Snow buried his head on An Jie's waist, and pressed it tightly, his voice was dull: "I once had expectations of him."

An Jie felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his hand to hug Snow, and said softly, "It's over." He patted Snow's back with his hand, trying to relieve the long-term depression and knots in Snow's heart.

Snow was silent for a while, then slowly said: "No, not yet, there is a final conclusion."

His voice was cold, but An Jie could see the hope and despair he had had under this coldness.

Snow formed his current character, and his "stepmother" named Morian accounted for 90.00% of the handwriting, which was full of painful torture and humiliation.

And this person who tortured him and humiliated him was what he expected after losing his mother.

After a while, Snow's mood became calm. He stayed in this room with An Jie and didn't go anywhere. They even sat carelessly in front of the fireplace. Anyone who entered the room could easily spot them.

——But this room has never been entered.

After a long time, until from the warm morning of the sun to the noon when the sun was high and then to the soft afternoon of the sun, this quiet, cool-toned room was finally visited by someone.

An Jie heard the sound of the door lock, turned his head, and saw a really skinny person walking in.

His skin is tightly stretched on the skeleton, and every wrinkle is pulled tightly, like a mummy that has been basking in the sun for a long time without oil. There was no way to discern his appearance or age carefully, and he could only shudder after being frightened.

An Jie got goosebumps all over his body, he didn't expect that the person who looked very similar to him at first turned into this appearance.

This mummy-like figure wore clothes as wide as sails in the wind, walked into the room like a wandering ghost, then walked slowly to the door as if remembering something, and closed the door .

At this time, he found Snow and An Jie who were sitting in front of the fireplace, but their expressions did not change, they just said with rough iron rubbing against each other, "Snow, you are here."

Snow stood up and walked in front of him.

Morian didn't care about Snow, just sat on the stool beside the bed, took a breath and looked up at Snow, with a stiff expression on his face: "It seems that you are already awake, Luka Si's tricks are really exhausted, even if he splits your soul in two, it will not weaken your strength, but the difference between day and night will be superfluous." He turned his head to look at the fireplace direction, and asked, "Did your little friend wake you up?"

Snow didn't speak, but waved to An Jie and told him to come over.

An Jie then walked to Snow's side.

Morian looked at An Jie and smiled: "Hello, kid Snow, seeing you is like seeing the original me. If only my luck was as good as yours, I wouldn't have picked up such a Poor wretch's body."

"You know, it's really hard to find the body of a person who died at exactly the same time as you found me."

An Jie said coldly: "Because I am completely different from you."

Morian smiled lowly, ignored An Jie, and said to Snow: "I have tried to kill you countless times, and tried to kill you countless times, but in the end, my life will be thrown into your hands .”

"I really hate you, your country, and your father."

"If it weren't for my ambition to get what belongs to you, I wouldn't be where I am now. I should be my true self, and be a... wandering traveler freely."

There was longing and anticipation in his eyes, but it was interrupted by the long sword that Snow slowly drew out.

Morian said with a smile: "Dear Snow, your heart is getting harder and harder, my words can't move you half, just like before, I want to cut off a few pieces of meat from your heart to cook for me Soup can't do it."

"Lucas thought that changing all the blood on your body would change you. It's really naive. The mind and soul are the foundation of a person. They haven't changed at all. What's the use of changing the form?"

He was rambling on, not sure if he was talking about Snow or himself.

Snow's sword rested on Morian's shoulder, but he was just talking to himself. When Snow's long sword sank into the half of his neck, his eyes suddenly lit up surprisingly, Then he opened that horrible, chapped mouth, as if thinking of something happy, and said to Snow: "Dear Snow, do you think that person knows that I am really dead and will not be resurrected, what will happen?" Do you feel it?"

Snow didn't speak, but cut Morian's throat neatly, allowing the man's dark red blood to flow out thickly, and then slowly said: "As you wish, I will make him truly realize that you cannot redeemed death."