Jiang Yue saw the six children flashing with watery eyes, but their bodies were motionless, and their hands and feet were lying on the quilt in a strange posture. Many children www.biquge.info drooled because they saw the barbecue, but no matter how hard they tried, the only way to express their emotions was to whisper.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Yue asked the same words as Mountain Eagle.

"These two people will take the children back to Gyeonggi for treatment first, and then I will build Ditian Safety Island and fight with them endlessly!" Ling Yuan cut the barbecue, cut it into thin strips like feeding noodles, and fed it to each child with Jiang Yue's help.

"When I was a child, I lived on the island of Teeten, and I didn't see my parents the moment I opened my eyes. After feeding the children, Ling Yuan put down the barbecue and sat alone by the campfire, as if telling a distant story, and the protagonist of this story will be himself. "When I was a child, I grew up in an orphanage where there were a lot of children. But then I don't know why, almost every month, there will be children who don't show up again. At first, it was just curiosity, and then because of age, no one would bother with it anymore. ”

"When I was older, I realized that these children were sold to human traffickers in various ways. Some of them were put to experiment, some were put in cages to be sold, and some were like the kids I met today. ”

"And when I became a kindergarten teacher for orphans, it continued, but this time it was my student. I've even seen some traffickers go straight to the school gate and take their children away in front of everyone when they see them. I tried but couldn't do anything, and several times when I passed through the black market in the slums, I saw that the cages were sold by my students!"

Ling Yuan still looked at the stars in the sky, he didn't tell anyone about this story, although it had been widely circulated in power circles, so wide that people like cuckoos who didn't like to turn over the records knew it. However, only after you have really heard what the person concerned said, will you know what kind of bitterness and sadness this is.

Jiang Yue, who was originally very fond of crying, held back her tears this time, and the six wings behind her suddenly unfolded, and the holy and unknown energy spread. She walked up to the children and folded her hands as if she were a devout believer praying for an answer from God. A soft light appeared in Jiang Yue's palm, pressing her palm against the children's injured hands and feet, and the strange postures of their hands and feet were straightening out little by little. As the light expanded, the soft light emitted by Jiang Yue enveloped the six injured poor children. It's like a huge white cocoon chrysalis, waiting for the moment when it breaks out of the cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

The light dissipated, Jiang Yue's face turned a little pale, and she could barely stand under Ling Yuan's support. And the injured child, happy to find that he felt the temperature of his hands and feet again, and after some familiarity, they were slowly able to stand up. What made them even more ecstatic was that their voices were also better, and the first two words that came out of their crisp voices were: "Thank you!"

Seraphim! Don't forget that there are two more pure feathered people here. They are familiar with the history of the feathered people, and they are also familiar with the legends that have been passed down among the feathered people. The history of the feathered people is similar to that of the cataclysm, only thirty or forty years, but the initial period was the most intense period of the battle between humans and mutated creatures. During that period, countless people emerged who stood alone in the world, and countless strong men who dominated one side also fell. And Seraphim Archangel is one of the many legends.

Legend has it that there will be no more deaths where there are them, Star City, the A1 safe island in the south, experienced a million-scale battle at the beginning of the city's establishment, but in the end there were no more than 10,000 casualties. The vast majority of them were rescued by a Seraphim archangel, who, according to those who participated in the battle, later recalled: the Seraphim, who radiated a holy light, seemed to be a true god, and no matter how serious the injury, it was nothing more than a wave of his hand in his hands.

Now he had seen a Seraphim in person!

"Ling Yuan, do you still need me to take these children away?" asked Shanying with the excitement of seeing the Seraphim.

"Yes, take them to the Holy Xia Academy, you need to avenge your own revenge!" Ling Yuan turned around and admonished these children, who were still recovering from their injuries, "People respect me, I respect people! If people offend me, I will offend! Don't be blinded by hatred, but you should remember that you don't forget hatred!" In the clear eyes, there is a persistent firmness.

Eventually, the eagle left with six children, and the cuckoo acted as a transporter, and he used the phantom that was supposed to be used for the battle to carry the children. Mountain Eagle is not a bully, he has more important things to do now. After telling the cuckoo, the two separated, the cuckoo took the child back to Ganzhou Safety Island first, and the mountain eagle remained in Liangguang, in addition to other tasks, there was another reason.

Mountain Eagle finds the nearest meeting point, and uses the high-powered information transmitter there to relay several times to contact the Supreme Leader of the Feathered People, reporting the news of the Seraphim.

"Seraphim, how many steps?" a neutral voice came from the other end.

"I'm not sure for the time being, do you want to keep an eye on it?"

"You don't mean that he and Ling Yuan are together, and you don't need follow-up attention, you continue to carry out the original task. ”

"Yes!"

In the northern savannah, weeds grew wildly here after the cataclysm, and the most common ones were herbaceous plants taller than ordinary trees. Even the dog's tail grass has counterattacked here, and they were originally held in their mouths, but now they are the size of a carriage just with the spikes on them, and see who can hold them in their mouths.

In this grassland, there is no gathering place for the human race, nor does there be a decent safe island, but there are many manors. It is conceivable that if you dare to build the manor in a place where mutated creatures are rampant, its owner should not be underestimated.

One of the manors only encloses a fence wall a week, and any mutant creature can easily break through this almost identical wall, but there is not even a shadow of a mutant creature within a radius of more than ten kilometers of the manor, and they repel it like a city covered by neutrons.

The gate of this manor is painted with a large blue and red-spotted bird, which strangely has only one wing.

Passing through the gate, not far away is the usual resting place of the owner of the manor, which is a small platform, standing on a high place just enough to look out at the grassland outside.

At this time, on the platform, a tall middle-aged man hung up the communicator in his hand, looked at the weeds turning outside, like counting family treasures, and said one noun after another: "Seraphim, three top attributes, heroic spirit, reincarnation, mother." The world is getting more and more interesting!"