Originally, he had been very fierce along the way. Even if he had never scolded Hong'er, it made Hong'er feel scared. However, just like this simple question just now, he suddenly collapsed.
Who are you?
Who are you?
How many people have asked this sentence!
Queen Mother Feng asked!
Luo Jia asked!
Now, it’s Honger’s turn!
In fact, he asked himself again and again: Who are you?
A good father?
A good husband?
A good Xianbei warrior?
A great and immortal political leader?
A warrior who fights endlessly for the continuation and glory of his clan?
Who are you?
He doesn't know!
He has no idea!!!
With his back against a big tree, the breath that had just stopped was revived.
He turned his head and went.
But Hong'er touched his face again and rebelled: "Who are you?"
He waved his hand and brushed away the child's hand fiercely.
But he let go of the child and no longer imprisoned him.
The child had a premonition and his body shivered slightly, just like at the last moment, the knife was about to be cut down. He quietly pressed against a big tree, retreating constantly, retreating... until he could not retreat any more...
Finally, my back was pressed against the big tree and remained motionless.
Then, a gust of cold wind suddenly felt a long hand stretching out and grabbing himself.
The child was trembling with fear, but he felt that the man hugging himself, holding him hard, and in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, don't run around, there is a lot of miasma in the woods... If you are not careful, you will die.
…”
The child hid in his arms, but watched the fire in the woods and heard the calling voice: "Hong'er...Hong'er..."
He wanted to answer "I'm here", but in a blink of an eye, he became familiar with the dark eyes and saw the green and chilled eyes.
The child felt cold and dared not answer.
Old A didn't pay attention to the torch outside at all, and just looked at him: "Hong'er, do you know who is looking for you outside?"
"Yes..." He mustered up the courage, "It's the gods and grandpa..."