The crematorium of the beautiful empresses chasing their husbands

Mo Lin couldn't fall asleep while holding Hua Huo.

Hua Huo had come in while Mo Lin was asleep before, but now Mo Lin was awake and it was a bit difficult to stay awake.

He was a hot-blooded boy after all!

At this age, he should have let his sisters sleep by themselves, and they should be one or two years younger than Hua Huo now.

Hua Huo is now fifteen years old and just had her birthday.

Mo Lin felt the soft touch around him and sighed helplessly.

Close your eyes, get rid of distracting thoughts, and try to practice in this posture, although the efficiency may not be as high as meditation.

"Brother... are you asleep?" Hua Huo asked softly.

"Not yet, what's wrong, Hua Huo?"

"Nothing, just... thank you for today."

"Don't take it to heart, I just saw it occasionally, so I prepared it casually, as long as you like it." Mo Lin smiled and signaled Hua Huo not to care.

"How can I not take it to heart? I like it so much." Hua Huo said with a smile, "This is the happiest birthday I've ever had."

"Really? It's my honor, Your Highness Hua Huo." Mo Lin smiled and rubbed Hua Huo's black hair.

When Hua Huo sleeps, her twin ponytails will spread out, and her hair is as smooth as black satin.

"Brother... I have never told anyone what happened next." Hua Huo's voice was very soft.

"Since I was a child, different memories have emerged in my dreams, as if I were in different worlds, or in different continents."

"In my dreams, I have different identities, different missions, and do things I have never done before, as if I have never experienced adventures."

"I don't know if those dreams are just simple dreams, or memories of what happened before, but those things feel very real to me, as if those dreams really happened somewhere."

"So I always say some new words that others can't understand, and what I say makes people feel strange. Every time I wake up, I will forget most of the memories in my dreams, and can only keep a little."

"Girls like me... are weird, right, little brother." Hua Huo's voice was a little low.

She told Mo Lin everything about herself.

So that's it. Hua Huo's soul may be from another world, and occasionally she will think of the memories of her previous life here, or she can sense her own memories in other parallel worlds.

"Not weird." Mo Lin said softly.

"The star continent under our feet is not the only one. The sun that shines on us every day is much larger than the continent under our feet."

"And there are countless stars as big as the sun in this world. Fireworks, you may just be a soul from another world.

"It's not strange. You are you. I like this kind of quirky look." Mo Lin said softly.

"Is that so..." Fireworks hugged Mo Lin a little tighter.

"And... although I don't remember clearly, I should have come here from another world."

"Hey, is that so?" Fireworks said in surprise.

"Well, so you are not strange at all. You are a very cute girl who is very popular." Mo Lin smiled.

"So that's the case. Little brother and I are the same kind."

"It's great to have you here. I don't want to be liked by others now... Little brother, it's enough for you to like me. "Hana Huo's face turned slightly red, and she hugged Mo Lin tighter, whispering.

Mo Lin smiled helplessly, this little girl still said such words that are easy to be misunderstood.

Mo Lin still regarded Hua Huo as a cute little sister now. Besides, Hua Huo was still so young now. It might take a few years for Hua Huo to grow up before she could understand the different meanings between like and like.

When she meets someone she really likes, she might forget about herself a little bit.

I am just a brother who took care of her when she was young. Besides, it is not the second dimension. There are not so many girls who abide by the promise of "when they grow up, they will be their brother's bride".

Not to mention that Mo Lin does not have that kind of mind now. He should work hard to improve his cultivation and solve the problem with Liuli first.

Without me, the four sisters should be doing well now. After all, it will not be worse than before if they start over again.

"Okay, go to sleep, Hua Huo."

"Okay, good night, little brother. "

Hearing this good night, Mo Lin was stunned for a moment.

Is this sentence what I once taught my sisters? Did Hua Huo learn it in a dream?

"Well, good night, little Hua Huo."

Hua Huo said that her future needs me to save her? Then I will do as she said and try my best to save her. I like this quirky girl. If she really gets into trouble, I will save her.I can't just leave it alone.

Alas, I'm used to being a good person, and I really can't change my character. I don't remember.

Forget it, I took care of them and didn't expect them to repay me. If you do good deeds in the hope of others repaying you, it's not really doing good deeds.

...

Zhu Ling'er slowly opened her eyes, got up from the bed and walked out of the house, and found a busy figure in the yard.

Dressed in black, handsome face... It's Brother Mo.

He's back? No, the other three sisters went out today, and only Brother Mo and I were at home.

Isn't Brother Mo always at home?

"Ling'er is awake? We're the only ones at home today. I made braised pork. Come and eat." Mo Lin still looks the same as in memory, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with that gentle and beautiful smile on his face.

It's Brother Mo, it must be him, he still remembers the braised pork he loves to eat.

"Well, thank you, Brother Mo." Zhu Ling'er sat at the table, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

It was still the taste in memory. Brother Mo took care of our taste, and the braised pork would have a hint of spiciness.

Zhu Ling'er didn't know why, she had the urge to cry. It seemed that she hadn't eaten this taste for a long time. How long had it been? She couldn't remember clearly.

Those truly precious things are no longer cherished just because of habit. When you lose them, you will find out how precious those ordinary daily lives are.

"Ling'er, there is also the lotus seed soup you love to drink. Drink it while it's hot."

Zhu Ling'er stared blankly at the bowl of red lotus seed soup, always feeling that she seemed to have forgotten something.

Lotus seed soup... Lotus seed soup!

This is made by Brother Mo with his own blood!

"What's wrong, Ling'er? Why don't you drink it?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.

"Brother Mo, I..."

The scene changed... The bowl of lotus seed soup on the table was knocked to the ground at some point.

This, this is what I knocked over? Zhu Linger was stunned. She clearly didn't move.

No, that's not right. This is indeed what I knocked over... I knocked it over before.

Zhu Linger remembered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Mo... I'm not good..." Zhu Linger finally couldn't help it and broke down crying.

She remembered all the memories of hurting Mo Lin before.

It was she who knocked over the lotus seed soup made from his blood.