Lu Jing'er is a very cute little girl.

Although her face was dirty and covered in mud like most people, she had beautiful and clear eyes like jewels.

Her glass-clear eyes revealed anticipation.

Lu Chong got married very early, he got married at the age of fifteen, he had a child when he was sixteen, and Meng Xiwang, who became the patriarch at the age of eleven, also hugged her.

"Patriarch?

Jing'er grabbed Meng Xiwang's trousers, pouted her pink little mouth, and asked in a snort.

Click.

Meng Xiwang heard the sound of something shattering in his heart.

"Your father, he..."

Meng Xiwang squatted down, still maintaining the same indifference for ten thousand years: "He can't come back." ”

"Huh?"

Jing'er was stunned, frozen there as if she had become a sculpture.

Born in this world, precocious maturity is inevitable.

Even though she was only seven years old, Jing'er was already able to understand the concept of death and enemies.

She looked at Meng Xiwang blankly, and her big beautiful eyes slowly moistened.

"Clan... Patriarch... You... This sentence... What does that mean... Jing'er... I don't understand it a bit... Daddy, he..."

"Your dad is dead. ”

Meng Xiwang calmly, as if talking about this year's harvest, told this fact to the little girl in front of her, who was only as tall as an adult's waist.

“...”

Jing'er stared at Meng Xiang's calm expression in disbelief.

"No, it won't... Daddy he... Daddy, he's not going to die... Patriarch, are you lying to me? Daddy must be hiding! Daddy?!Daddy!!"

She called around aimlessly.

However, the reply was only on the side, the sound of running water as a source of water.

"Dad, where are you? Jing'er is very well-behaved, and she hasn't been running around at home! Dad... Dad, don't scare Jing'er, Jing'er is afraid... Jing'er... Jing'er..."

In the face of the child who couldn't cry and couldn't speak, Meng Xiwang just silently maintained a squatting posture and watched.

"Why... Dad told me okay... As long as... As long as Jing'er is at home...... Daddy will definitely be back... Why... Daddy is going to lie to Jing'er..."

Jing'er fell to her knees with a pop and cried.

On this day of great harvest, her tears became the only sorrow.

Meng Xiwang licked his dry lips and carefully considered the wording before speaking.

"On our way back, we encountered demons, and in order to be able to come back safely and bring back supplies, we had to sacrifice one person, which was the bare minimum. ”

There is no need to hide anything.

Coaxing children? This kind of thing will only make children unable to grow up in this world.

"I don't care!"

Jing'er shouted hysterically, "I don't care about this... I want my dad !!."

Yes, maybe it's a sacrifice for the tribe, it's commonplace, but for this child personally, none of this has anything to do with her.

Her only wish is to be with her father.

"I'm sorry, in order for everyone to survive, your father must die, this is a sacrifice for everyone, and when you grow up, you will naturally understand, so..."

Meng Xiwang patted her on the shoulder, trying to comfort her.

But...

Syllable!

Jing'er slapped Meng Xiwang's hand away with all her might.

In his eyes, the face of this six- or seven-year-old child was imprinted with endless grief and hatred.

"Then why don't you die, patriarch?!Why don't you die?!Why do you want to be a father?!"

After Jing'er finished speaking, she ran to a woman not far away, threw herself into the woman's arms, and cried?

The wife of that woman, Lu Chong.

I can't say how beautiful it is, in this kind of environment where even washing your hair and face is a problem, there can be no such thing as a beautiful woman.

Obviously she is only in her twenties, and if she doesn't have children, she can be called a girl, but she looks like a forty-year-old woman, and she can only comforting her children helplessly... Obviously, she needs comfort herself.

Holding Jing'er, Lu Chong's wife glanced at Meng Xiwang, her eyes full of apologies.

His wife was a good woman.

There was no crying, no complaining, no trouble, just silently comforting the injured child and not causing trouble for the tribe.

This is the law of survival in this world, personal feelings, relatives, friends, lovers... At the necessary moment, even their own children, as long as more people can survive, they must be abandoned.

Cruel?

No, that's normal in these crazy times.

A single individual cannot be called a life, and the so-called "living" can only be considered in terms of race and tribe.

In the future, the life of this mother and daughter will be very difficult.

Aside from eye exchange, there wasn't much exchange.

Meng Xiwang, as always, maintained an expression as indifferent as an iceberg and walked into his cave.

Open the door, enter the door, lock the door, the movements are coherent and gentle, as if nothing had happened.

Then, Meng Xiwang applied the [Silence] formation to his cave.

Bang!!!!

"Ahh!!!!!!!h

One punch shattered the entire stone table, and then another punch slammed into the ground!

The sturdy floor was blasted out of a big crater in an instant!

Roaring like a beast, trying to vent the grief in his heart, but he couldn't let himself go.

The mist in front of me blurred the vision!

Tear after tear, disobedient tears dripped on the frayed fist, salt soaked the wound, bringing bursts of stinging pain.

Dead again!

I've ordered my friend to die again today!

Give me death.

Meng Xiwang no longer remembered how many times he had given this order, and how many brave people were no longer there because of this order.

I made the deer rush to death...

I killed Lu Chong!

The heavy feeling of guilt, guilt, as if it was about to hollow out the stomach pouch was disgusting.

The rushing tears kept flowing on this man's face, washing away the dust on his face, but they couldn't wash away the sins in his heart!

"Goo..."

As if he was about to dig out his heart, squeezing his chest hard, Meng Xiwang howled and cried, like a weak child.

It's been eight years since I led my clansmen.

During this time, how much of the [minority] I sacrificed for the sake of [most]?

Numbness.

This kind of affection made Meng Xiwang very longing.

But how is it possible to be numb?

Those are all living people, and they can talk and laugh with you not long ago!

One by one, I've pushed them through the hell gates, forced to do it...

As a patriarch, no matter what you feel outside, you must remain calm and composed.

Because you want to lead the clansmen, you want to become the spiritual pillar of the clansmen, if you collapse first, what should the clansmen do?

The only thing Meng Xiwang could do was to kneel in his room, use the silence formation to close all sounds, and then cry alone.

All this must be borne by Meng Xiwang alone, as a patriarch, it is not even allowed to find someone to share this kind of thought.

How much Meng Xiwang hopes that it is himself who dies today.

No, it should be said that every time he gives this kind of order, Meng Xiwang hopes that he can die instead of those brave people who died bravely.

Like Jing'er said, how good would it be if it was me who died?

But as a patriarch, death, too, is not allowed.

For the sake of the tribe... How many people have died ... How many more will die in the future?

As if his heart was about to be torn apart, Meng Xiwang asked himself like this, but no one could give him the answer.

But one thing is certain.

The cycle never stops

Because this is the inferior creature, this is the weak.

You can't blame the strong for not protecting us.

Because the strong have been protecting us.

The powerhouses of the Native Continent are now also fighting day and night against the three major invading clans, and they have done their best just to resist the invasion, and they have no spare strength to save us.

So we the weak must rely on sacrifice to survive... and can only survive by sacrifice.

Fight?

No, it's not a fight.

The weak did not fight at all.

All the weak can do is run away.

The greatest power of our wisdom is to sacrifice the least in exchange for the survival of the greatest number of people.

It's a fate that can never be escaped... And curses!

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