"Mo'er, go quickly," a slender woman with a delicate face said to a white little boy.

"Nope! , Mother, the child will not go" The little boy's face was full of mud and his eyes were determined.

"Obedient, let's go!" The woman's weak hands kept slashing and killing people who wanted to get close to the two of them, all of whom were covered with faces, and there was a fierce look in their eyes, as if they would not stop until they were killed.

At this moment, a gray-robed man suddenly appeared behind the woman.

"Mother, be careful!" Before the word heart was spoken, the blood from the woman's mouth sprayed on the little boy's face, and the tip of the nose was full of the smell of blood.

"Mother, are you okay?" The little boy hugged the woman with difficulty, and the tears in his eyes fell down in large quantities.

"Mo'er is good, the Mo'er who laughs is the cutest" The woman's mouth kept spitting blood, and her eyes began to drift.

"Ah!!! Slim! I'm sorry I'm late" The man took a group of people and protected them, while the rest of the people fought with these masked men.

When this group of people saw that they couldn't kill these people, they committed suicide by taking poison one after another, and they didn't even leave a single mouth.

"It's okay, no, it's not too late, husband...... Mo'er, Mo'er will ask you, you must, you must ...... well" Before she finished speaking, she spat blood violently, and the woman closed her eyes.

"Slim, Slim, you're going to be fine, no!" The man kept transmitting spiritual power to the woman, all of which were the purest and most vital spiritual power.

In an instant, the man's hair began to turn white and turned a light gray.

Feeling a faint beating sensation in the woman's heart, the man's eyes lit up, picked up the woman, and left the place in a few flashes.

"Mother's !!!" The little boy screamed in anger as he watched his mother being taken away!

"Little master, let's take you back, the young master must be going back" A person next to him looked at him, comforting the desperate little boy.

"Go back, yes, go back, I want to go back" The little boy's tears blurred his vision, but he didn't cry.

Two days later.

When I got home, I saw the man guarding a black coffin, his eyes were satisfied and lost, his beard was sloppy, and his eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

"Mother, where did mother go?" The little boy grabbed the man's arm and shook it, tears rolling down in large pieces.

"Inside," the man gestured to the black coffin, his face full of whiteness and despair, "No, my mother won't leave me, no!" The little boy glared at the man viciously, like an angry leopard.

"Mo'er, come, daddy hug" The man looked at his son distressedly, pulled the little boy over, and wanted to hold him in his arms.

"Go away! It's all your fault! You said you would protect us, but you lost your word" The little boy suddenly thought of a mature man and looked at the man seriously.

"I ....... Daddy isn't it" The man wanted to defend something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Enough! I don't want to listen," the little boy wiped the tears from his face and looked in the direction of the coffin, "Mother, is Mo'er smiling cutely?" As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, and he desperately held back tears in his eyes.

"Mo'er ......" The man looked at his son's strong appearance distressedly, and wanted to say something.

"Don't call me Mo'er" The little boy looked at the man coldly, and suddenly smiled, "Mo'er is no longer a child, and you are not allowed to call me that", after speaking, he turned around, and the little figure disappeared into this space.

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