The dust and soot gradually cleared, and the view from the other side of the ruins finally became clear.

Luo Yi couldn't bear to look at it anymore, the soles of his feet lost his strength, his face was pale, and he knelt beside Muxia.

"I don't blame you...... I'm to blame. Those guys deliberately blocked me in the way, but I should have just left them alone and just ran over...... In the first place, I shouldn't have gone to the beach to bring that kid back...... He died because of me!"

Luo Yi muttered, as if he was saying to Mucha, and as if he was saying it to himself.

He slammed his fist into the ground, and blood quickly oozed from the back of his hand.

When Mucha saw it, he immediately grabbed Luo Yi's hand and dissuaded: "Are you crazy?

"Let go of me! If it's gone, it's useless, it's me who hurt him, and I'm going to give him back this life!"

Mucha refused to let go.

At this moment, the woman who had just made trouble rushed over and slapped Mucha in the face.

Mucha was caught off guard, and her face hurt hotly.

However, the second slap fell.

Mucha subconsciously wanted to grab the other party's hand, but a big hand grabbed before her and clasped the woman's hand hard, and that hand was so hard that she only heard a "click", and the woman screamed in pain.

"Ahhh

Mucha subconsciously looked at the owner of the hand, and an angular face covered by black ash came into view.

But even if the man's face was covered by black ash, the bottomless black eyes and the powerful aura of the whole body still made people unable to take their eyes off.

"Night, Night, Night......" Mucha pronounced the other party's name in disbelief.

Luo Yi next to him cried with joy: "You kid, you kid, good boy! Stinky boy! I know that your guy has a big life!"

The Night Master glanced at the two of them, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Mucha's tears flowed again.

She immediately covered her mouth to keep herself from crying.

He's not dead!

He didn't break his word, he's not a big liar!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, he hooked his thin lips and said, "Didn't I promise you? Without your permission, my life would not be confessed here." ”

There was a faint smile in his eyes, which made people's hearts confused.

But the woman's shrill voice broke the original atmosphere: "Give back my son! You return my son! Why did you save everyone, but you didn't save my son? You give me back my son's life!"

Mucha looked at the woman, even though her face and mouth showed that she didn't care, her heart was still like being poured with a plate of cold water.

This kind of good deed is scolded instead, but it is really uncomfortable.

It's like a needle dipped in salt water sticking to the tip of the heart.

Not fatal, but painful.

She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head.

The Night Lord's eyes, which were originally smiling, seemed to be suddenly covered in ice and snow.

Even the expression on his face became cold inch by inch.

He looked at the woman coldly and said coldly, "It seems that my hand is still not heavy enough?"

"Kill me! Kill me, I will go to hell to settle accounts with you! You let my son die in it! You will not die well!"

The Night Lord lost all patience and reached out to choke the woman's neck.

Suddenly, a child's voice sounded: "Mother...... Don't scold!"

The woman looked in the direction of the sound, stunned, only to see her son unkempt out from behind the firefighters.