But she just wanted to follow the other person, and although she was afraid of it, her subconscious had convinced herself based on all the facts that this person would not hurt her.

In contrast, refugee camps, or even inner cities, she didn't want to go, just to follow this person.

Seeing that Al didn't speak, Miranda said in a trembling voice again, "I'll say whatever you tell me to say, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do, just let me hold it like this, okay?"

"You ......"

"It's fine if you kill me, but please don't ask me why. ”

She didn't know what she was talking about, the expression on Al's face was completely frozen, stunned for a moment, he raised his hand to stroke Miranda's smooth forehead, the little girl couldn't bear to shrink back, but she still closed her big eyes with tears, Al touched it twice, the temperature was normal, but no matter how this person looked, it was not normal, "Are you sick?"

"Well, I'm sick. Miranda's eyes were still closed, and the slight tilt of her head looked like she was asking for a kiss.

The sunlight shone on the face that had begun to show its charm, and it reflected in Al's eyes, and the devil in his heart said something unexpected, and his tone was so gentle that Al wondered if it had changed its sex.

- Take her with you.

"Good. ”

Al flicked her head, and then put the hand in his arms again, and he returned to his original route, letting Miranda take his hand and follow him, and he said angrily, "You've infected me!"

"Poof!" laughed as crisp as a silver bell.

Al sighed and said, "Why are you doing this trick of crying and laughing again?" ”

"Again?" Miranda looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Ah......hh

The last time [crying and laughing] was when Al kneaded the dough, and the little girl's face turned red again, but her hands were still clenched.

In fact, after saying that, Al reacted, but he didn't care too much, sighed and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Huh?"

"Did I say you fell in pain?"

"It hurts...... It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!"

It hurts a little, but Miranda is not a young lady from an aristocratic family after all, and she usually has occasional bumps and bumps when she plays, plus the current situation, if it weren't for Al's reminder, she wouldn't remember that she had fallen at all, because her attention had been attracted by other things.

Al sighed again, and an empty stable appeared not far ahead, and he glanced over there and asked, "Tell me, how did you make yourself?"

The little girl seemed to be distracted, and did not notice what he was asking for a moment, until he squeezed the silky little hand and repeated it, and Miranda began to answer his question, and in the process, her expression gradually became sad and painful, and she was still a little unhappy until she had finished speaking.

From Miranda's mouth, Al hears the story of a broken family, but he has no parents, so he can't empathize with the sad little chick.

At the same time, he seemed to understand where Miranda's [disease] came from, and he also seemed to see how the roots of the trees were crooked and twisted beneath the surface, because of this, the soft wattle in his hand instantly turned into a red-hot soldering iron, which made him uncomfortable for a while, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had to take her to dodge the black iron arrows at any time, Al would have broken it away again.

Her father was a gold prospector active on the edge of the woodlands, and her mother was a fairly attractive woman, and Al had no doubt about this, that Miranda was supposed to inherit her mother's looks, and that her thin waist and long hips and legs were inherited from the gold diggers.

The gold diggers did not die in the woods, and the women did not die at the hands of others.

When the werewolf entered the city, the father dragged his injured leg back to the house, and the mother and daughter who were working were frightened by the injury, and the father's face was pale, and his face was full of beads of sweat, and his right leg was gone below the knee, the wound was bloody and blurred, and a small leg bone without muscle was exposed, and the blood was flowing down the leg bone to the ground like a stream.

The first thing my father did when he entered the door was to shout hoarsely at the stunned women: Run!

Outside there were screams and shouts, and people were throwing away their work, some holding babies, some holding the elderly, but more and stronger people would push them down and trample them, like a herd of fleeing lambs, fleeing from the ultimate fear, from the gray Grim Reaper who was jumping around.

Al had never experienced that kind of scene, but when Miranda said this, he was still involuntarily infected by the other party, and the bloody feast seemed to be reproduced in front of his eyes.

The father only cared about letting them run, and on the pale face that kept sliding beads of sweat, there was no trace of pain at all, some were just frightened and reluctant, he didn't care about his injuries at all, and pushed the mother and daughter who were holding him out like a madman, Miranda and his mother of course refused to go, and at that critical juncture of racing against time, the three of them were deadlocked.

Then, a werewolf noticed the three men standing in the doorway hugging each other.

The beast sprang up, only to be caught in the black-haired head by the door, and the father took the opportunity to end its roar with his sword.

But they couldn't run anymore, and although there were no other werewolves running towards them for the time being, the number of beasts in the vicinity had increased to more than a dozen, and they had to lock the doors and windows.

The miserable howls and the roars of wild beasts outside the house continued, and after bandaging their father's wounds, they shrank together and did not dare to move, until the werewolves chased the fleeing people to the east gate of the inner city, and the screams were far away, and the roars were only occasionally heard, and they dared to quietly take a few breaths.

Then they had to face the question, what next?

They didn't know that if they were going to the inner city, they would never survive if they went out and ran into a gray-haired beast, and according to the wolf howls that came from time to time nearby, this kind of thing was inevitable.

There is no way, so we can only wait in place, maybe it is death, maybe it is salvation? The messengers of death have been determined, but who will save them?

The father soon fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and during his coma, the mother and daughter heard the sound of iron boots hitting the ground, from far and near, and they did not have time to react, holding their unconscious father, they did not know how to react.

Suddenly at a loss, the army had already moved away in the direction of the south gate, and they reacted in the same way in the face of the second wave of iron boots that were much quieter.