The child suddenly stretched out his hand and gently supported him.
Feeling a warmth coming from his vest, he suddenly burst into tears, but he held the breath for a long time before he stopped.
"Hong'er, why do you want to help me? Am I not your enemy?"
The child is silent.
I don't know either.
It was strange in my heart that I didn't know why I wanted to sympathize with this person. I just felt that this person was trembling, crying, bleeding, and heartbroken... At a certain moment, he even forgot about the Queen Mother.
He looked at this man curiously in the dark night with only bright and compassionate eyes.
He also stared at the child.
Only those who are extremely strong in their hearts will dare to support their enemies when they are hostile.
He once again felt the wonder of creation.
Some things are talent.
You will never learn it the day after tomorrow.
It is a power of love. It is stronger than anyone else, just like the laws of this world, just like those geniuses who practice martial arts, evil and vulgar people may become masters, but to reach the pinnacle and become holy hands, vulgar people, absolutely
no!
That is a kind of aura!
Every child is an angel at first. If the environment he encounters is wrong, he will become a devil later.
Hong'er will never become a devil.
He suddenly felt very grateful and quietly looked up at the sky, full of deep awe.
The child lowered his head and looked at the little black arrow in the distance. Perhaps it was covered with phosphorus powder, and in the darkness, it also emitted a faint light.
"Hong'er, don't move, that's a poisonous arrow, it will be fatal if you touch it."
The child's little body trembled slightly, remembering that he kicked himself away twice, in order to save his life.
He suddenly laughed because the child understood what he meant.
However, the child soon became fear: "The Queen Mother... the Queen Mother..."
The Queen Mother, will she become a horse?
His voice was clear in the dark: "Hong'er, the Queen Mother is fine...I'm not her opponent..."
The child opened his eyes wide and asked a strange thing: "Why? You have that kind of arrow... Uh, you could have killed us all..."