Chen Yuluo tilted his head and blinked, "What's wrong? With our current relationship, don't you believe me?"

Mo Feng came back to his senses, picked up his lips slightly, pulled her hand, "Come with me."

The secret room had been replaced with a new lock. Mo Feng opened it and walked in with her hand.

The interior has been cleaned up by Uncle Mo, and even the portrait that was cut before has been repaired. Although it is no longer perfect as the original image, Chen Yuluo still saw Mo Feng's shadow in the woman's eyes.

I guess she is Mo Feng's mother.

"It's my mom."

Mo Feng also looked at the huge portrait and asked her: "Is it very beautiful?"

Chen Yuluo nodded and praised sincerely, "He is indeed a beauty, you look very much like her."

"Are you praising me?"

She smiled and looked at another portrait of the same size, "This must be your father, right?"

Mo Feng paused for a long time before he let out a heavy nod. Chen Yuluo clearly heard a choking sound between his nose, and his heart also felt sour.

When a man is crying, it is best for a woman not to look directly at him, otherwise it will be a very harmful thing for him. She understands this truth, so she forces herself not to look at him.

After a while, Mo Feng walked to the third portrait and said, "This is the deer."

Chen Yuluo looked at her face and felt familiar.

She didn't know many people from modern times. After searching a little in her mind, she remembered that she looked a little similar to Mi Yuan. She has a pretty and gentle temperament and gives people a warm feeling when she glanced at her.

Since ancient times, her beauty has been so poor that she has lost her life. Fortunately, she is not alone. She has been remembered by Mo Feng, a man. If she knew about it in the spring, she would have been relieved.

There are many portraits of all sizes in the room. Mo Feng said that they are all the families who died unjustly thirteen years ago. Chen Yuluo looked at them in shock, and the scene of them being ruthlessly killed automatically appeared in his mind. He felt a sourness surged from his nose. There were actually two little maids who looked like teenagers.

The inhumane Du Yuanchao did not even let go of such a young child.

She would feel heartbroken when she just looked like this, let alone Mo Feng. No wonder he couldn't pass this level for so many years. He would torture himself every time it rained. He must also hope to have a time channel to let him go back to the past and tear the murderer apart.
Chapter completed!