Memory, dream

Lei Xiao did not know that Lin Hanxing was having a dream.

She was running.

The dense trees on both sides looked like they were going to eat people. Their heavy breathing was magnified in the dream. The scene in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, but the sound of his violent heartbeat hit his eardrums.

It had been a long time since she had been in such a sorry state.

Lin Hanxing thought.

But when he saw his outstretched hand, he was stunned.

Pale and slender, the most shocking thing was that even though the hands were dirty, it was hard to hide the fact that they were a pair of children's hands.

Suddenly, a giant hand grabbed her from behind. With a strong pull, the sky and earth spun.

Yingluo, I told you to run.

A rough, gloomy, and hoarse voice was heard. Lin Hanxing felt as if his entire body had been thrown to the side due to inertia, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

Yingluo, you've let my money tree go.