The little monster hurriedly ran to Mo Yan's side and said anxiously: "Master, quickly merge me with the sword, I can resist it for you." ”

Mo Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spit out, and he couldn't say it weakly.

In the midst of the fighting demon army, Maihime stumbled towards the demon flame and ran quickly, and the emaciated body did not know where the strength came from, desperately carrying the demon flame and leaving.

"You're no match for him at all, get out of here." Mai Ji left with the demon flame on her shoulder.

Demon Yan gasped, his body was soaked in blood, and he said to Maihime with red eyes: "Let go of me, I can still fight"

Wu Ji's eyes suddenly turned red, and she was almost about to cry, and scolded angrily: "Don't you want to die, you can't beat him at all, stay in Qingshan and don't be afraid of no firewood, what is more important than living." She suddenly cried as she spoke, ignoring it, and desperately left with the demon flame on her back.

Even she herself did not expect that she would have such power.

Mo Yan raised his eyelids tiredly, looked at the woman who was crying and wore makeup, didn't understand, and asked, "What are you crying about?"

Maiji cried, she didn't understand why she was crying, maybe it was because she was afraid, afraid of such a tragic fight, afraid that he would fall in front of her covered in blood, she was very scared in her heart, to the demon army, to Hua Yao, and what she was even more afraid of was that it would never be recovered.

She gritted her teeth and carried him, crying viciously: "I'm really crazy, you are all demons, but I want to save you, fight against the gods, I'm really crazy, Demon Yan, you have to remember, if I die in the future, you must not let Hades take away my ghost, I must go to hell, I will go to hell"

She cried even more sadly, but she grabbed his hand.

Even if she knew that she would go to hell, she would take him away and take him away from this purgatory-like battle.

Obviously so scared, but he refused to let go behind his back, Mo Yan didn't understand, he didn't understand human feelings.

It's like he doesn't understand why the old monk who raised him in the first place refuses to cry out for himself in the face of injustice, just like he doesn't understand why Emperor Dongjing gave his body to the little monster, just like he never understands what human beings are like.

They are vulnerable, they are greedy and selfish, but at the same time they are warm.

It's just that damn warmth makes him feel scared, afraid that if he is not careful, he will miss that short-lived warmth, and if he is not careful, that warmth will disappear.

Mo Yan fell on her back, and finally couldn't support it anymore, fainted heavily, and fell on her back, she was covered with a faint fragrance of vegetable oil, which was a cheap sesame oil, which women often used to nourish their hair, and he remembered that when he was a child, his mother liked to apply such sesame oil on her body.

It's just that his mother never wants to hug him.

The old monk has been lying to him, deceiving him that his mother was forced to leave him in the temple, deceiving his mother to prepare gifts for him every year, and deceiving him that she still remembers him in her heart.

When he was eight years old, he finally knew who his birth mother was, and he ran down the mountain happily, went to his mother's house, and saw his mother feeding his brother, and her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at the child, and when she looked at him, her eyes were also so tender.

He almost believed that she loved him.

Until she knew that he was from the temple in the mountains, he was the child she put in the mountains.

Her gentle face became frightened, frightened, stranger, hugged her child tightly, and angrily yelled at him: "Monster"

(Markor Literature-)