It's nearly noon.

In the morning light, the beast statue stood, and the canopy of the ancient tree cut the shadows and light, mottled and scattered all over the ground.

The open orc gate has been urgently closed, and the half-blood orcs of the Yinfeng River Valley are crowded one after another like domestic animals to be slaughtered in the door, and several orc guards with spears are guarding and walking, nor staying.

The Orcs - One of the oldest races in the world, they have always been old and pedantic like thousand-year-old tombs.

Recently, this lifeless ancient tomb seems to have loosened a little inexplicably, and there is a faint tendency to wake up.

From traveling thousands of miles to the Demon Clan to welcome back the half-bloods, to staying half and catching up with half, to suddenly closing the gate and forbidding anyone to leave-

It's so capricious and unpredictable.

At the same time, there was an ancient pavilion in the middle of the mountain not far from the main gate of the orc race.

Flowers are gorgeous, clouds are steaming and mist, and a mountain stream winds its way from the slope, and the surface of the stream is glowing with golden light.

Qianling sat in the hillside pavilion, looking at the mountain stream in a daze.

Mo Qingli sat not far from her fat, her slender fingers caressed the black cat in her arms, her eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes stupid, and there was always a smile on her face, desolate and joyful, it looked really weird.

Grandma Tao and Xiaonuo sat on the other side of the stone table, looked at the listless Qianling, and then looked at Mo Qingli, who looked strange and looked like a changed person.

"Li'er ......" she looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Mother don't be impatient," Mo Qingli slowly raised her eyelashes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, "After that, the child will explain to you well." ”

The narrow Danfeng eyes are full of joy and laughter, adding a bit of charm and colorfulness. He slowly took a sip of the cup, his eyes moving to the girl beside him, and his eyes were a little deeper.

"Patriarch. ”

Outside the pavilion, under the bright sky, a cat clan guard entered the pavilion and respectfully saluted Mo Qingli.

"As Miss Qianling said, we found the cave in Qiling Mountain, and there is indeed a corpse in the cave, which has been examined by the tailbone and is indeed my cat clan. ”

The joy in Mo Qingli's eyes dissipated, and he slowly stood up and looked outside the ancient pavilion-

A coffin carried by the guards.

Brown Sugar jumped down from his lap, shook his fur and jumped into Qianling's arms with a "meow" cry, stepped on the spot a few times, curled up and continued to doze.

Her eyes were red, and she reached out to hold it tight.

The flowers are blooming, the sky is faint, and the coffin is shining in the sun.

He walked slowly towards the coffin, each step so deliberate, as if walking on a cliff, struggling to the other side of a dream, or opening a dusty memory.

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"Qingli, you're so strange...... Everyone else is a solid-colored cat, why are your paws white when you're a black cat?"

"Qingli, do you want to be the patriarch? When you become the patriarch, you can protect yourself, right......? I can't help you, I just want you to remember that even if the whole world is against you, you still have me. The ringtone will always be on your side. ”

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The wind suddenly rose, and Fangfei danced all over the sky. The coffin lid fell with apricot blossoms, like a colorful funeral.

The slender hand slowly lifted the lid of the coffin, and the apricot blossoms dispersed, and the lingering wind stained the man's rolled robe.

A white skeleton lies in a coffin.

The old bell tied in red silk was held in her finger bones and did not let go until she died.

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"Qingli...... Do you really hate hybrids so much? Even if it's ...... Loved ones, even young children...... You won't accept it, will you?"

"Qingli...... If I were a half-blood, would you kill me?"

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His fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly stroked the pale head.

Tears dripped and a golden line was drawn in the skylight.

He leaned over the coffin and cried like a child.

Everyone knows that Mo Qingli, the second highness of the cat clan, has been ruthless since he was a child, and he has fought with his eldest brother from childhood to adulthood. He hated the weak, he hated the half-breeds, and he hated that he couldn't get rid of them all.

But there is such a mixed-race girl who hides her identity and everything, and she is stupid to be good to him.

She was the water and the sun, through the heavy armor and ice of his heart, to the deepest part of his heart.

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"Qingli, if we are together, my child is born very weak, will you hate him, will you drive him like your eldest brother's child?"

"Qingli, I want my family. If I had a child, whether he was weak or strong, I would protect him with my life...... Even if I want to be your enemy. ”

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She said she loved him, but she refused to marry him.

She was always lively and carefree, but when did she learn to look at him with desperate eyes.

He was always annoyed about how to make her understand his mind, and he hadn't figured it out, and he hadn't delved into the meaning of those eyes, the meaning of those words......

But she disappeared cleanly.

didn't leave a word, didn't leave half a thought, so ruthless.

The swirling wind carried away the bitter tears, leaving only a trace of tears, struggling and withering on the face of the man who had taken off all his disguises.

The fingertips slowly poked into the phalanges, and retrieved the bright red silk and golden bells from the old girl's hair.

He put it on for her with his own hands.

The lid of the coffin was closed, and he turned around slowly, his steps fluttering, and the red silk in his hand was as bright as blood.

Tears flowed down his face and spread into a sea of water.

You are to death...... He has not forgotten me.

I've hated you all these years, and I've given up on myself all these years...... What is it?

Ringtones.

How desperate and unbelieving was she to reject his marriage proposals again and again, but she was pregnant with his child and left without saying a word......?

"Mothers want to protect their children. ”

Qianling slowly raised her head and looked at the depressed man, and her voice was very soft:

"You hate a half-breed person so much, even your own nephew wants to be expelled, how can she believe you?"

Grandma Tao sat at the stone table, looking at the tearful man in the pavilion, the corners of her eyes were moist, and she slowly stepped forward to hug him and gently stroked her back.

How many years.

Her cunning and unscrupulous son, the son who will do anything for power......

How could he ever show such a vulnerable look?

"No matter what......" husky voice, "Thank you for saving my child......"

"You don't have to thank me!"

Qianling stood up with brown sugar in her arms, looking a little excited:

"How many hybrids have you killed over the years to incur this kind of retribution! Brown Sugar's mother would rather have a child alone in a deep mountain cave than tell you the truth! These are all self-inflicted, karma! I saved my brown sugar, not your child! It has nothing to do with you!"

She turned around and was about to leave with brown sugar in her arms, but someone grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you taking my son?"

"You don't care where we go! You saw it anyway, it's so weak that it doesn't even have a human form! Could it be that you'll accept it—"

"Of course I will accept it! How is it a pure-blood, it is the son of me and Lingyin! Even if I am not the patriarch of this clan, I will never leave my son!"

Qian Ling shook off his hand vigorously, and his hoarse voice was a little crying:

"It's not your son! it's my brown sugar—" ()