Mo Qing quietly hugged the night scales, but he didn't mean to let go.

The corners of her eyes are also a little moist, and she also needs someone to comfort her, holding someone can make her feel that she is not so lonely.

"I'm very similar to you, I didn't have parents since I was a child, but you're luckier than me, you still have a milk-to-the-ma--to- Mo Qing opened his mouth lightly, and the night scales listened quietly, and between his snorts, there was the fragrance of Mo Qing.

"My parents were killed by someone, but I was raised by the enemy since I was a child, they gave me food and martial arts, they are not virtuous or conscience condemned, but when I practice martial arts, they can ridicule and bully me to their heart's content!"

"I lost my parents when I was five years old, but the enemy family has to show me their calcined souls once every six months!"

"Every time I hear the screams of my parents' souls, I can't wait to kill the enemy and train their souls into the demon fire to be calcined!"

"It's a pity that I'm too far away from his strength, I'm not his opponent, every time he challenges, he can always break the bones of my whole body with a smile, and then watch me slowly heal myself in the square like a dog!"

"There is not so much sadness in my world, there is only hatred! Endless hatred! ”

"Now the task assigned to me by the enemy family is to protect his son, if his son makes any mistakes, he will take out the souls of my parents and calcine them every day!"

"Now that his son is in your hands, I would love to strip his son's soul from the torture he will endure day after day, but now I have to get him back......"

After listening to Mo Qing's words quietly, Night Scales' eyebrows furrowed tightly.

hugged her with her backhand, and Nightscale didn't say a word, but Mo Qing understood, she understood what Nightscale meant.

Tears fell in large gulls and smashed on Nightscale's face, and the tip of his tongue licked slightly, very salty and bitter.

He hugged her quietly, very hard!

"Don't be strong anymore, in the future, let me protect you, okay?" The ghost sent the gods, and the night scales raised their heads slightly, whispering softly in Mo Qing's ear.

Mo Qing's body trembled, her arms were loosened, and Night Scale took advantage of the situation to loosen her waist and take out the face buried in her chest.

Backhanding Mo Qing into his arms, Nightscale tightened her grip with his chest that was a scar.

These two people who fought to the death, at this time, knew each other's hearts, and then hugged each other wordlessly.

This world is so wonderful.

The first sun bloomed, and a ray of sunlight shone on them through the ruinous forest, painting their bodies with a layer of gold.

In another corner of the Warcraft Forest, dozens of corpses lay on the ground, each corpse seemed to have been burned by fire, and it was pitch black, and there was no trace of its original appearance.

The sound of light footsteps from far and near, stepping on the ground piled up with leaves, making a subtle sound.

Under the pile of corpses, an arm reached out with difficulty, and the sound of heavy breathing came from under the pile of corpses.

The sound of footsteps landed next to the corpse, and a delicate jade hand grabbed the arm under the corpse, and with a slight force, a man with a scorched black body and protected by armor was pulled up.

"These days of hell have actually hurt you like this! Duhan, Duhan, you are sober, you wake up......" The beautiful female voice sounded in Zhuge Duhan's ears.