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(10) Perhaps it was the creation of people, or perhaps God deliberately wanted to sharpen the head, and Hui, who treated him more lovingly than his own mother, also died of illness in the next five years, leaving behind the lonely head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the cruel and lonely years that followed, Vung Don survived tenaciously with his vigorous vitality and extraordinary adaptability, as well as the hatred engraved in his heart, and only he knew how many hardships and hardships he had experienced. He would often go to the Black Forest where his mother Megumi was buried to talk to her, which almost became an indispensable spiritual pillar and survival motivation in his life.

Yesterday, it was in this forest that he did the same thing as usual, and he happened to find the bow and the sudden, which was probably fate.

Vung Toon's narration undoubtedly made Bow and Tutu's hearts feel heavy. Vung Toon's misfortune gave Gong a sense of sympathy and sadness, as his childhood experience was strikingly similar to Vung Toon's, with the same trials and tribulations. Probably because of this, he secretly accepted Vendon from the bottom of his heart, so he stepped forward and leaned over to untie the ropes that bound him.

Once the sad past that has not been mentioned for a long time is revealed, it is like tearing open the scar on the heart that has not healed for a long time, which makes people feel painful.

The tiger-shaped head clenched his head and curled up to sob, as if he was experiencing the boundless pain that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and it was heart-wrenching.

Tutu, who was standing on the side, was also moved and sentimental, lowered his spear, and silently watched the painful head.

Bow and Tutu, as well as jumping and jumping all sat quietly around Vung Toon, at this time any consolation seemed so pale and powerless, only looking forward to this half-human, half-tiger man with the strong power inherited in his heart to dissolve the catharsis imprinted in the bottom of his heart.

A beam of morning sun shone into the gloomy cave, wisps of white smoke rose from the ashes of the campfire, and the little green ploughing bird chirped as clearly as a routine, trying to wake up the sleeping people.

The head that had turned back into a human form suddenly woke up, and it was strange to say that the fangs, teeth, colorful fur, and long speckled tail of the night had all been reduced to nothing, and all that was left was a tall and burly rough man.

Somehow, last night's experience gave the lonely and depressed head a rare opportunity to vent, although it was a passive confession, but it also warmed and calmed his cold and resentful heart.

He stood up and stretched his tall figure, and let out a long breath towards the entrance of the cave, his spirit more uplifted than ever.

Gong and Tutu also woke up, and after last night's events, the mood of the three of them has undergone subtle changes, less hostility and suspicion, and more sincerity and understanding.

"Can I go with you in search of that magical mountain, I am familiar with the mountains and forests here, and I can show you the way!" Vung Tau asked in a pleading tone.

"Yes, Vung Don, we can't ask for it!" replied Gong happily.

"As long as you don't steal food, hee-hee!" said abruptly.

"No, no, I'm going to give you the Meat Beast as a meeting gift, okay?" said Toutun with a sincere face.

"Great, I can't see that you're quite generous, hey, by the way......" Tutu seemed to suddenly remember something, he looked left and right at Toutu and said, "I said why is it a little awkward, don't you usually wear clothes, Toutun is not wearing clothes? Look at you swaying there, it's not small!

"I, we don't have ......" reminded by Tutuyi, and the head of the **** body was a little embarrassed.