The hand that asked the book trembled, and the light in his eyes slowly shrank.
He retracted his sword and said slowly: "No matter whether Ye killed your father or not, she was only following orders. The target of your revenge is the bunker."
"The bunker must be destroyed, but the person who killed my father must also be killed!" Her attitude was calm and firm.
Wenshu turned and left: "No matter what she has done, I will not let anyone kill her."
Xiao Honglei stared at his back. Her will to kill her father's enemy was as firm as his will to protect Ye.
On another street, Tang Wenyi hurried back to the inn. The fighting in front of him made him sigh, unable to do anything.
He remembered that it was night, and hurried to the second floor, pushed open her door, and his face changed drastically in an instant. The room was empty. Where was she and the child?
There were rapid footsteps from behind, and Wei Bao hurried in: "Where is the child?"
Tang Wenyi stood at the table, looked at the note in his hand with a pale face, and murmured: "Let's go..."
"What did you say?" Wei Bao angrily snatched the note from his hand: "I will never forget this great kindness. I'll see you again. I'll say goodbye."
"Damn it!" Wei Bao roared, slashed with his knife, and chopped half of the table away.
This damn woman is doing this again. Does she know that this will kill that young child?
What on earth is this woman thinking? What does she want to do?
Both the Black and White Taoists want to catch her. She is not very good at martial arts and she has a baby. It is impossible to escape the pursuit of the Black and White Taoists. She can live a comfortable and comfortable life back in the Dragon Palace. Why would she do this?
He really should kill her and take the child away, regardless of whether she is the child's mother or not.
This is a quiet small town in the mountains. It is not very big or wealthy, but it is aloof from the world, quiet and peaceful.
Some refugees will live here. Although people still won't welcome the refugees, at least they won't chase them around. Sometimes they will provide abandoned woodsheds, stables, straw piles, etc.
When walking in the city, you can often see refugees gathering in groups of twos and threes resting under the eaves, in pavilions, and in ruined temples.
At this moment, there are more than a dozen refugees nestling under a certain bridge. Most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they are unable to build the simplest thatched house.
A woman in simple clothes with long hair covering her face is holding a baby in her arms and is alone in a corner, coaxing the baby in a low voice.
These refugees come from all over the world and drift with each other. Because they share the same problem, they gather together intentionally or unintentionally to take care of each other.
The woman holding the child hardly spoke, did not get close to anyone, and always kept a distance from others.
No one has ever seen the true face of the child in her arms, but it can be seen that she loves this child very much and will never leave her hand.
If someone can get close to her, they will find that although her clothes are a little tattered and her hair is a little messy, she does not smell at all. The swaddling child is well dressed, has no dirt on her face and hands, and is very beautiful.
She has almost transparent skin, big eyes, long eyelashes, and rarely cries.
That's the night and her child
During the melee a few days ago, she took the opportunity to jump off the second floor and fled to the north of the city at night.
She had already observed it during the day. It was the direction leading to the Central Plains. A large number of refugees were flowing to the Central Plains and mixed in with the refugees. No one would notice.
Yes, she just wants to escape from the forces of Dragon Palace
She finally got rid of the poison in her body and got rid of the control of the bunker. She will never go to the Dragon Palace again. The mother is more valuable than the son, and she lives a comfortable life depending on others.