The explosion was on the floor where the Night Lord and the children had just arrived.

"Ahh

The oldest child, who had been the calmest, heard an explosion that sounded almost in his ears, and his previous composure was swept away, replaced by uncontrolled panic.

"Mommy!" the older child cried out in tears, then left his younger siblings at hand, raised his feet and ran to the floor where the explosion had occurred.

"Hey, kid, come back!" cried out the Night Lord in shock.

The floor where the explosion has just occurred is the most dangerous, and the ground can collapse at any time.

However, the boy could not hear any sound at all, and in a moment he was gone.

The Night Lord wanted to catch up, but he still had two babies in his arms, and he was surrounded by panicked children.

He can catch up, but as soon as he catches up, who will take care of the children here?

Most of them are still young and their mental development is not yet complete, and it is impossible for them to take care of themselves at all.

"Damn it!"

The Night Master cursed with a dark face, and fell into a dilemma.

At this time, the air was already full of smoke from the burning of objects, and the temperature had risen to unbearable levels.

What to do?

Regardless of the kid?

The Night Lord looked at the two babies who were crying in his arms, gritted his teeth hard, raised his feet and walked downstairs.

If you save that one, maybe all these children will have to die here.

It wasn't a multiple-choice question, he didn't have to choose at all.

But just as the Night Lord had walked two steps downstairs, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

The Night Lord turned his head to look, only to see Mucha hurriedly running over, and asked anxiously and worriedly, "Are the children okay?"

The Night Lord was stunned and asked, "Did you get what you were looking for so quickly?"

Mucha was silent for a while, and shook his head lightly: "I heard the explosion, I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with it alone." ”

Night Lord's brows furrowed: "Then what about your things?"

"......" Mucha opened her mouth and did not speak.

Of course, human life is more important than things.

If she left these children to look for something, what difference would she have from the murderer of her mother?

Seeing her silent, the Night Lord understood her thoughts, looked at her with deep eyes, opened his thin lips lightly, and spit out two words: "Stupid!"

Mucha glanced at him, pulled over a crying out of breath child, and asked the Night Priest instead: "No one was injured in the explosion just now, right?"

Thinking of the lost child, the Night Lord shook his head and said, "No one was hurt, but one child was lost." ”

"What?!" Mucha was shocked.

The Night Lord directly stuffed the baby in his arms into her hand, and said as he walked to the explosion floor: "You take the children down first, and I will come down when I find him!"

"Night Master!" Mucha called the child, gritted his teeth, and said, "I saved your life, you can't die here without my permission!"

The Night Lord was stunned, and then the corners of his lips raised, and said, "Don't worry, no one can take my life except you." ”

With that, he turned and ran towards the blazing floor, his figure quickly lost in smoke.

Mucha looked at the back of the Night Master, and had indescribable complicated feelings in her heart.

It was as if some soft seed had quietly taken root and sprouted in her heart, which was originally so hard that no grass could grow......

"Sister, I want my mother to ......" a child held the corner of her clothes and sobbed.

Mucha came back to her senses and said firmly, "Okay, sister, I'll take you to see your mother!"

As she spoke, she hugged the two children in her arms, and without any further delay, she went downstairs with a group of children......