The woman's plea silenced everyone around her.

Even the gatekeeper who was holding and dragging them was hesitant when he came behind the woman after he had finished tending to the others.

The woman's face was a little happy, as if she saw hope.

She pulled the frightened pale child to the two of them.

"Come, Zhu'er, call the lord and the lady......"

"Kowtow to them."

She urged.

Where had the four or five-year-old child ever seen such a scene, standing still, trembling.

The woman saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, and scolded in her mouth: "You kowtow to me!" Kowtow to the old lady! ”

Saying that, she didn't care about anything else, and pressed her child's neck to make her lower her head.

The child saw that her mother, who usually cared for her, seemed to be a different person, and the fear that had accumulated in her heart exploded at that moment.

She screamed and burst into tears.

She struggled hard, trying to take the woman's hand away from her confidant's neck, and kept shouting, "A-Niang...... Painful ......"

"Auntie, Zhu'er hurts, Zhu'er hurts!"

When the woman heard this, tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn't dare to let go, and pressed her daughter's head ruthlessly, wanting her to kowtow to Chu Qingxiao and the others.

That scene was moving, and Chu Zhaozhao's eyes turned red.

"Don't you understand? Let you throw them all out! But at this time, the voice of Huang Quxiang sounded again.

When the gatekeepers heard this, they did not dare to hesitate any longer, and one of them grabbed the woman, and the other picked up the child, and threw him out of the cottage.

The woman was stunned, and the look on her face, which she thought had found a way to survive for her daughter, almost collapsed at that moment.

"Girl! Girl! ”

"You leave her! She can do anything! You leave her ......"

With all her strength, she yelled at Chu Zhaozhao, her eyes mixed with begging and despair.

Chu Zhaozhao's body trembled, and she could no longer watch what was happening in front of her.

But at the moment when she took a step, Chu Qingxiao on the side stretched out his hand and pulled her away.

Chu Zhaozhao was stunned, she turned her head and looked at the young man behind her in disbelief, she probably never thought that it would be Chu Qingxiao who would stop her at this time.

She almost couldn't help but say something, but then there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves outside the gate.

The light of the fire in the village could not really illuminate the situation outside the gate of the village, but I vaguely saw several men in black turning over and dismounting at that time, holding long whips in their hands, and began to beckon towards the group of crow slaves.

"Fuck! Tossing our brother in the middle of the night, right? ”

"You brutes! Dare to escape! ”

"Lao Tzu will kill you!"

In the midst of the curses of the comers, the long whips in their hands continued to swing, accompanied by the sound of skin and flesh blooming, and the mouths of the crow slaves also let out a heart-rending wail.

When everyone in the village saw this scene, their faces turned pale.

After the group of men in black vented their anger, the leader looked sideways at the goshawk village, and it was vaguely seen that half of his face seemed to have been burned by fire, full of terrible sarcomas.

Just at a glance, everyone in the village was shocked, and they lowered their heads one after another, and even more cowardly, their bodies began to tremble.

"Phew." The man at the head seemed to be very satisfied with the performance of the crowd, and he spat at the gate of the village defiantly, and then turned on his horse, and whipped the group of crow slaves away from the goshawk village as if driving cattle and sheep.

……

"Why are you holding me back!" Back in the house, Chu Zhaozhao broke free of Chu Qingxiao's hand, she turned her head to look at the young man, and scolded loudly with red eyes.

"That kid is only five years old!"

"What a torment she will suffer if she falls into the hands of those demons! Do you know? ”

"Chu Qingxiao! I've always felt like you're different from everyone else! ”

"Unexpectedly, I still misread you! You're a coward! ”

Chu Qingxiao calmly looked at the red-eyed girl, listened to her angry scolding, and waited until she finished venting her emotions, and then said softly: "We can't save them......"

"If you don't save it, how do you know that you can't save it! You're just scared out of the way by the Ghost Crow Village! You're just afraid of death! Chu Zhaozhao said angrily.

"People are afraid of death, this is their nature, and it is not something to be ashamed of." Chu Qingxiao's tone was still so calm, but his gaze was extraordinarily gentle, looking at the girl in front of him at that time.

"But I'm not afraid." The next moment, Chu Qingxiao said again.

Chu Zhaozhao, who heard this, was stunned, and almost subconsciously retorted: "Not afraid? Then you just ......"

"I have died more than once, and in the cycle of that eternal night, I have experienced all of that."

"I cherish this life that was given back to me by the people of Wuling City, Mr. Luo, Butcher Liu, Cao Zhutou, my father and uncle, and the swords and armors of Xizhou."

"But I'm not afraid of death, if that death is meaningful."

Chu Qingxiao said this, his calm voice finally made the angry girl come back to some senses.

"But even so, we can't save them."

"Because, the price of justice will be repaid by the residents of Goying Village."

"If we do that, we are being generous to others and using the lives of others to uphold the justice in our hearts, and I don't think this kind of justice can be called justice."

After Chu Zhaozhao heard this, her body trembled obviously, and she lowered her head: "I...... I actually understand ......"

"But when I saw the woman holding my hand, and seeing that the child was so young, I thought...... It shouldn't be that way. ”

"Why does the ghost crow village treat people as animals, and how does it decide their life and death!"

As she spoke, the girl's shoulders suddenly shrugged a little, and there was a cry in her tone.

Chu Qingxiao didn't hesitate, he stepped forward and reached out to take the girl into his arms.

He didn't say anything to comfort her.

For no word is pale in the face of cruel facts.

That's how cruel the world is.

Even if you've never done anything wrong, you've never hurt anyone.

It doesn't give you the slightest tenderness.

You can only lick your wounds alone.

Swallow all the unwillingness and grievances alone.

Then I scolded in my heart, go to the fucking world.

But the next moment, you can only accept it.

During the six months of staying alone in Wuling City, Chu Qingxiao understood this truth.

And now it's Chu Zhaozhao's turn.

All he could do was give her one, what he wanted to have at that time, but no one gave it......

Warm hugs.

That didn't change anything, but at least, he was telling her.

I am with you.

……

Probably tired from crying.

After a while, Chu Zhaozhao fell asleep on Chu Qingxiao's shoulder.

Chu Qingxiao carefully picked up the girl and put her on the bed.

By the moonlight, he looked at the tears on the girl's face that had not yet dried, and felt a little distressed, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears for her.

Then he brought a futon and covered her.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, his eyes wandering around the room, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a handkerchief on the wooden table beside him, and he stepped forward, lifted it, and put it on his face for a while, and seemed to think it was appropriate, and carried it in his bosom.

Then he found the bag with the broken swords in the wooden cabinet next to him, and put them on his back.

Finally, he turned his head again and glanced at the sleeping girl on the bed, her appearance was quiet and beautiful in the moonlight.

He smiled, withdrew his gaze, turned and pushed the door open, and stood outside.

The goshawk village under the cover of night is quiet and peaceful.

Only the occasional mountain breeze rustled the woods.

He remembered all the best the woman had done when she finally struggled to crawl to her side.

I remembered the hope in her eyes as she pressed her daughter's neck.

I also remembered that her face collapsed when her last hope was dashed.

He understood the feeling.

It's like he's in Wuling City.

He prayed countless times, praying that someone would remember the city, that they would remember their suffering, and then reach out to them in the darkness.

But no one remembered, and no one responded.

Thinking of this, Chu Qingxiao took a deep breath, wrapped the burden behind his back tightly, then lowered his head, folded the handkerchief in half, slowly tied it to his face, and covered his mouth and nose.

With that done, he looked up.

At that moment, his eyes were no longer clear.

A chill like snow covered his pupils.

He looked at the mountains and forests.

Like a demon god, patrolling his territory.

The cold killing machine, like a loose horse and an arrow off the string, overflowed from his body.

The surging continues.

It's a bastard's world.

Those who hold butcher knives can indulge in singing and carnival day and night.

Those who are down-to-earth are walking on thin ice and letting people eat meat.

It's not fair.

He thought so.

He immediately stretched out his hand and took out a broken sword from his back and held it in his hand.

He's going to break the bastard's rules.

He was going to answer the woman.

He was going to stretch out to her the hand that he had longed for, but no one had reached out for him.