The villain, she raised the darling of heaven

Zhang Yizhou really felt that the woman's expression was very familiar, and recalled it carefully, but he didn't remember such a person.

Turning his head to look at the woman again, Shen Yu had already turned his back to him and walked towards the crowd, he only saw a figure from behind.

The black hair hangs down to the waist like a waterfall, showing the woman's petite stature even more.

"Brother, where are we going? I don't have a father anymore..."

The girl's crying voice brought him back from his thoughts.

Zhang Yizhou stared at her tear-stained little face, stroked the top of her hair, and said softly, "We can go anywhere."

"But I'm weak, what if I meet bad people... I can't help my brother..."

"Don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

"Is brother the strongest?"

"My brother is not the strongest."

"If I meet a bad guy stronger than my brother, my brother can throw me on the ground, and I can run by myself, so my brother can run faster."

"But I'm not worried. If my brother survives, he can avenge me. If I survive, I can avenge my brother."

At the end, the deepest memory in Zhang Yizhou's mind was awakened.

The blood is soaring, the house is full of bones, the family members who died tragically, and the pain of poisoning that I have to endure every month.

In fact, he is also very weak, so weak that he doesn't even know when the Zhang family disappeared, and so weak that he doesn't know who the enemy is.

Too cowardly to investigate who the enemy is.

Zhang Yizhou suddenly felt a surge of sadness.

If the enemy is a giant, what should he do?

He is so insignificant.

Zhang Yizhou hugged the girl in his arms a little tighter, stretched out his hand to cover his face with the scarf around his neck, and walked quickly towards the depths of the city.

But he couldn't just accept his fate and die like this, at least, he had to do something.

One big and one small passed through various houses and walked into a narrow passage.

Walking faster and faster, Zhang Yizhou shuttled through the darkness.

There was a wave of soul power in the air, Zhang Yizhou suddenly stopped, turned around and ran towards the way he came.

The fluctuation of soul power behind him became more and more obvious, and finally three or four people came out of the shadows.

"Aren't you going to catch up soon?"

The four figures followed closely behind Zhang Yizhou, and after rushing out of the dark passage, the blood knife in their hands was completely exposed in front of everyone.

Zhang Yizhou turned his head and ran out of the city. The child in his arms was buried in his head, neither crying nor fussing, but his body was trembling slightly.

The sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

"puff--"

A soul knife was inserted into Zhang Yizhou's abdomen, sinking a few points.

Zhang Yizhou paused, raised his hand, pulled out the knife and threw it back, then continued to run forward without slowing down.

The yelling behind him grew further and further away.

Zhang Yizhou kept drilling into the forest until there was no more sound around him.

He took a few breaths, covered his abdomen with one hand, and put the girl on the ground with the other. He sat on the ground with his back against the tree.

The child looked at the blood in his abdomen, his face paled with fright.

Zhang Yizhou struggled to pull out several second-order soul medicines and squeezed out the juice to drip on the wound.

The soul medicine that has not been refined by an alchemist loses serious effects and has no obvious effect.

Zhang Yizhou pulled out several strains of soul medicine in a row, crushed them all and rubbed them on the wound.

The child awkwardly wiped the sweat off his forehead with his own sleeve.

Zhang Yizhou wanted to comfort her a few words, only to find that his throat was very dry.

He was injured, and he didn't dare to continue walking in, so he could only stay where he was, and wait for the wound to recover.

Maybe it was because of the high mental tension for a long time, even without any cover, the girl fell asleep leaning against him.

Zhang Yizhou recovered as much soul power as possible.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly.

A stone bear jumped out of the shadows in the distance. The spirit beast's body was stained with blood, and it ran extremely fast, heading in the direction of the two of them.

Zhang Yizhou got up quickly, picked up the sleeping child, and moved away as quickly as possible.

However, it was impossible for him to run past the four-legged soul beast when he was seriously injured.

The sound was getting closer, and when Zhang Yizhou was about to push the girl out, a bone whip caught Shi Xiong's neck and pulled hard.

"Roar--"

The soul beast fell backwards on the ground, splashing bursts of flying soil.

Zhang Yizhou coughed violently a few times, holding the awakened girl in his arms with both hands.

Shi Xiong was about to get up, when the ancient whip was pulled down mercilessly again.

"Hooho-"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

Two whips down in succession, the soul beast became silent.

Zhang Yizhou looked up in a daze.

On top of the soul beast's body stood a woman in tight black clothes.

Looking young, maybe only 60 years old.

Qu Zhao glanced at him expressionlessly, took out a bone knife and cut open the corpse, took out the bear bile and put it in a box.

"Thank you-"

Zhang Yizhou thanked in a deep voice, and when he got up, he realized that the wound he had healed a little after such a toss, opened again, and the pain went straight to the nerves, which made him frown.

Qu Zhao squatted on Shi Xiong's corpse, staring at his bleeding abdomen and the child in his arms.

The child was about ten years old, and he hadn't recovered from his fear at this time.

"your child?"

Zhang Yizhou seemed surprised at her accost, and honestly shook his head, "No, my sister."

Qu Zhao nodded clearly, thought for a while and threw a second-order elixir to him.

Zhang Yizhou froze for a while, then got up and picked up the pill and ate it.

"Thank you, my name is Zhang Yizhou, I don't know the girl's name is—"

Qu Zhao interrupted him, "It's nothing, just treat it as if I gave it to her."

Giving it to a young girl is like saving another self.

Zhang Yizhou stopped talking, turned and left in silence.

Qu Zhao stared at his back for a long time until he could no longer see the two of them.

At the beginning, her brother carried her and fled like this, and they settled down later.

Later, they were separated by yin and yang.

Qu Zhao suppressed the soreness in his heart, turned around and fled in the opposite direction.

Life in the world is different, and grief is actually not similar. It is just to recall the helpless self through the experience of others.

They prayed desperately, hoping that someone would give them a hand, but unfortunately, only a few people who were stepped on were willing to extend their hands.