"Follow me...... We guess...... Target...... It's almost ......."

Yu Yuyu's voice trembled a little, and her tone was extremely uncalm, although there was not much expression on her face, her pale face had already revealed her mood.

No matter how much you hate, no matter how much you want to forget and leave, you can't see your own kind being slaughtered and driven into a desperate situation.

……

Vast expanses of displaced people are like ants covering the whole wilderness, and everyone's face is full of desolation, and their eyes are nothing but horror and confusion.

This is a huge brigade composed mainly of old and weak children, they are yellow-skinned, their sleeves are tattered, each of them only has a small burden, one by one old and young support each other, and move forward with wooden sticks.

They don't know where they're coming from or where they're going, they just know that there's a war going on behind them and they have to stay away from the battlefield.

"Mother, Mother, where are you ......"

A child separated from his mother screams in horror and sorrow, looking for tears in the crowd.

No one stopped to look at him, and some women looked at their children with sympathy, but they could not take him with them, for they were exhausted, and even so, they had to hold on to their children and their elders on a path that seemed to be never-ending......

Mo Xibai's eyes darkened.

Is there a war?

Which country is Zunxue playing against?

In less than a month, the world has been turned upside down.

He still remembers passing by here a month ago, it was still peaceful and calm, the farmers in the distant village were busy with the autumn harvest, and the children were playing at the entrance of the village......

"Don't cry."

The white shadow flashed, and Mo Xibai gently picked up the crying child: "I'll take you to your mother." ”

"Uh......h Uncle...... Mother is gone......"

The crying child burst into tears, threw himself into Mo Xibai's arms, stained his silver-white and clean robe, and the corners of his clothes held by his little hands also turned black and gray, but Mo Xibai did not dislike it at all.

A child without a mother is pitiful, especially the child in front of him, who is only three or four years old, leaving his parents in the war, and only death awaits him.

"Baby...... Baby ......"

A woman's mournful voice rang out in the distance.

Mo Xibai's figure moved, and in a blink of an eye, he was a few hundred meters away, and his eyes looked at the woman.

"Baby!"

"Mother...... Wow...... I'm so scared...... Mother ......"

The child in his arms followed the prestige in surprise, and when he saw that it was his mother rushing towards him, his little face immediately wrinkled aggrievedly, and he cried......

The woman stumbled over, took the child and hugged it tightly in her arms, the mother and son cried together, the surprise of the lost and recovered had disturbed all their emotions, and the two completely forgot about Mo Xibai beside them.

Mo Xibai sighed, a little sour in his heart.

The mother and son were lucky.

How many mothers have been separated from their children, he was worried that this was the mother who had lost another child, but fortunately, although this mother seemed to be too hungry to walk, but the mother's love made her not give up looking for her own child, and she squeezed back from the crowd step by step, even the shoes on her feet were gone, only dragging her worn feet, and her blood-wet socks insisted on squeezing back......

"This sister-in-law, which country is at war with Zunxue?"

"It's the Light Sect!"

The woman suddenly screamed sharply, her eyes full of hatred: "Damn the Light Sect! They don't say that our country is dark......"