Suddenly, there was a voice, "Get out of the way" in a cold tone
The boys may have been frightened by the cold tone. They looked towards the source of the sound and saw that it was a little girl half a head shorter than themselves. Then they became brave again.
"Moyang, leave quickly, you don't have to worry about me." Yatu struggled for a moment, but was pushed to the ground by the boy again.
"Don't mind your own business!" the boy said arrogantly
"I told you to get out!" Mo Yang was already a little angry.
"No!" The arrogant boy punched Yatu again
Mo Yang didn't say anything, he just walked over, grabbed the boy's hand and flicked it, and the boy fell to the ground. Several other boys rushed over, but were knocked down by Mo Yang in a few blows. Several boys knew that it was not Mo Yang.
Yang's opponent immediately ran away
As everyone knows, Suo began to be exposed to assassination techniques at the age of 5, learned various self-defense fighting at the age of 6, started holding a gun at the age of 7, and now at the age of 8, he can accurately shoot the red heart of the target with a gun.
"Moyang, am I useless?"
"No, it's just that everyone is vulnerable sometimes, but the only way to avoid being bullied is to become stronger."
"...becoming stronger? Is this the only way to protect the people you like?"
"...should be?"
From that moment on, that weak boy seemed to start to really grow up
The slightly drunken sunset casts a golden halo over the little bodies of the little boy and the little girl.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Yang turned 10 years old and successfully assassinated the first person. There was no panic or fear. He watched the man fall indifferently. Everything seemed to be natural.
Until the spring of that year, Su Yang was 13 years old, Ling Qian was 12 years old, and Yatu was 13 years old. They were in their best years, but Ling Qian was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. If she didn't have surgery as soon as possible, she might not survive.
This year, the expensive medical expenses are beyond the reach of my mother-in-law.
In the spring of this year, there was no vitality at all, overgrown with weeds and depression. In the west, the setting sun was like blood. On this day, Mo Yang left.
...
Early morning in Beicheng, Northern Night Kingdom
A small red tongue stretched out and licked Mo Yang's cheek. He licked hard and finally woke Mo Yang up.
The dewdrops in the morning shimmered in the center, which seemed to have been sleeping for a century. When I opened my eyes, I saw Qianhu. Suddenly, I felt someone. I raised my head suddenly. How could it be him?