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Meng Huaize rented a carriage, and took Minghua and Qing'er out of the city just as Jinyang's city gate opened.

After a day of fright, the two of them cried when they first saw Meng Huaize, and they still couldn't stop shaking and sobbing when they got into the carriage.After returning home and entering the familiar and clean room, those dangers seemed to be really far away, and Ming Hua gradually calmed down.

Meng Huaize helped the two of them treat their injuries, and only then heard what happened to the two of them that day.

The two of them were still sleeping on the bed at night, but they woke up on the street in the morning, and people around them looked at them strangely. Fortunately, Minghua always slept in his clothes at night, and his clothes were still neat, but Qing'er was Wearing only the inner shirt she wore when she was sleeping, she looked very embarrassed on the street.

They didn't have time to think about what was going on, there were too many people on the street, they didn't dare to stay for a long time, so they could only escape in a hurry.

They hid until noon, they had no money on them, Minghua could bear it, but he couldn't bear to watch Qing'er suffer from hunger and hunger, so he happened to see an old lady sitting in the back of the street sewing clothes at the door of her house, so she went to beg for it. saliva to drink.The old lady looked kindly, said she was sorry for the children, and warmly invited them into the house to have some food.Minghua was a little defensive at first, but the old man can always make people more trustworthy, and that person seems really kind and loving, after a long time of pushback, Minghua finally agreed.

Entering through the dilapidated house door, although the inner courtyard is still dilapidated, it is unexpectedly large.The old lady led the two of them through a house and went to the backyard. There was still a house in front of them.Minghua's heart beat, he held Qing'er tightly, and told the old lady that they still didn't want to eat, but when he turned to leave, the old lady grabbed her by the arm.

The old lady looked tall and thin, but the strength of her hands was astonishing. At this moment, a few men came out from the front room... When Minghua and Qing'er were taken away by those men, the old lady The wife still smiled kindly.

Even at this moment, Minghua couldn't help shivering.

"She looks so kind, I didn't expect..."

Qing'er went over to hug her in a sensible way, and Ming Hua forced the corners of his mouth into a smile before continuing.

In front of the dilapidated courtyard of the old lady was a brothel, and the few men who came out were all thugs raised in the brothel.Minghua's beauty was not concealed even by coarse clothes. Those people were proud of finding a good seedling, tied up Qing'er and threw him in the backyard, and dragged Minghua to meet the owner of the brothel.

Minghua had never been humiliated like this since he was a child, and refused to obey, he slammed his head against a nearby pillar, dripping with blood, so he was not immediately sent to those En's guest rooms, but was thrown into a hut for her I found a doctor for diagnosis and treatment.She was seriously injured and was in a coma, so those people relaxed a little and didn't guard her too much, which allowed Minghua to find an opportunity to escape with Qing'er.

After that, it was what Meng Huaize saw.

The two of them stayed in hiding all day long, full of fear and pain, and even if they didn't say anything about the danger and feeling, Meng Huaize could still imagine it.

He helped Minghua heal the injury on his forehead, and sat down on a chair beside him.Qing'er came over and asked him in a low voice: "What kind of kung fu did Brother Wu Yue use today? It's amazing!"

Meng Huaize asked him: "Aren't you afraid?"

Qinger shook her head.The child, who was afraid even when he saw a dead caterpillar, was still stained with the blood spattered by those people's severed arms, but there was no fear in his expression.

"Those people deserve it. They bullied my mother. I don't know how many people they have hurt. It's not a pity to die." His eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, "If one day, I become..."

"Qing'er!"

Minghua called him to stop, and Qing'er stopped talking, but there was still a bit of anger in his expression.

Meng Huaize didn't say much, stood up, told the two to have a good rest, then packed up his things and came out of the house.

Wu Yue sat on the wooden chair in the courtyard, heard the sound, turned around, the two looked at each other, their expressions were completely indifferent, neither of them spoke, Meng Huaize went straight to his own business, Wu Yue also turned around go.

The two of them ignored each other for the whole day, until at night, Meng Huaize was reading under the lamp, the candlelight was dim, he raised his head and saw Wu Yue standing by the door.

Meng Huaize pretended not to see it, and continued to look down at his book.

Wu Yue came over and slapped the book, and the book instantly turned into golden ashes under his palm.

Meng Huaize raised his head and said calmly: "This is an isolated copy, the only one in this world."

The candle was flickering violently, reflecting Wu Yue's expression brightly and darkly, cold and frightening: "You are not allowed to speak to me in such a tone."

Meng Huaize still had that indifferent look that disgusted him: "Then what tone do you think I should use?"

Wu Yue gritted his teeth: "You are doing this to me because of those two people?"

Meng Huaize said: "You also saw it today. If we had gone a little later, Minghua and Qing'er might have died."

"If you die, you die." Wu Yue said, as if they were just two insignificant ants, how could the ants cause the strong man to feel a little pity, he said it so naturally and understatement, "What does it have to do with you and me?"

"Wu Yue." Meng Huaize and Wu Yue looked at each other, he looked into Wu Yue's eyes quietly, his voice was also very calm, "I am also a person, do you think it doesn't matter if I live or die?"

Wu Yue looked away, and said a little irritably, "You are different..."

Meng Huaize interrupted him: "It's nothing different, my life is exactly the same as theirs."

He wiped the tabletop with his fingers, some book dust stained on his fingertips: "Like this book, it may be nothing special in your eyes, you can burn it with your fingers, but it is still alive There is only one copy in this world, and if it is burned, it will be gone forever, and it will be impossible to find it again.”

"The same is true for human life. In your eyes, it is fragile and insignificant, but in my eyes, it is not in the eyes of people. Everyone is like this book. They only have one life. If it is gone, it will be gone forever. "His voice was not loud, it rang softly in the dark night, but it was firmer than any time Wu Yue had heard, "I have been a doctor for many years, and I have done nothing else in these years. The only thing I have done is Save people. I know that manpower cannot match the fate of heaven, and every book will eventually perish, but I want to do my best to make this inviolable demise come later..."

This is not the same as the law of survival that Wu Yue knew. What he saw and heard since he was a child is that the strong are respected, and it is wanton killing. The so-called life is the most unworthy of sympathy. There are monsters who put these two words on their lips.

Seeing Wu Yue's frown, Meng Huaize smiled shallowly: "I know this is different from your demon world, and I don't blame you."

"You are a demon, so you don't need to understand the laws of the world. But, Wu Yue," he clearly still had a smile on his lips, but there was some imperceptible tremor in his voice, "I am a human being, and I can't understand it. Your rules."

Wu Yue was still thinking about his words, but he was taken aback when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

Meng Huaize looked up at him, his expression was ordinary, as if he was saying something ordinary: "I said, the two of us are not from the same road."

Wu Yue stared at him firmly: "And then?"

The candle on the side had burned to the bottom, and it seemed to want to struggle for a while, but it couldn't. The burnt wick could no longer support it, fell down, and went out with a puff.

The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, Meng Huaize looked at Wu Yue, his dark eyes shimmering.

Wu Yue heard him say softly: "That's it, let's separate."

The two looked at each other in the dark, neither of them looked away, and neither of them would back down.

A long, suffocating silence.

Then, Wu Yue leaned closer, almost touching the tip of Meng Huaize's nose, those golden animal pupils were cold and dangerous, as if staring at his prey.He pinched Meng Huaize's chin, raised his face, and said slowly, "You are dreaming."

The next moment, he shook off Meng Huaize, turned around and strode towards the door.When he was about to leave the house, he turned his head around abruptly, and finally there was some extreme anger and mania in his voice: "It's because of those two people, isn't it!"

The question went around in a big circle, and finally seemed to return to the least important reason. He said so much, but this stupid wolf seemed to understand nothing, and was still attached to Minghua's mother and son.

However, in this seemingly most thoughtless question of his, Meng Huaize's hardened heart, which had exhausted all his strength, suddenly collapsed, and he closed his eyes abruptly, only then stopped the sudden tears.

He is very clear that Wu Yue understands that his wolf cub is just forced to the point where there is no way out, and strength, anger, and despair seem to be useless at this moment, so he can only deceit himself and return everything to the simplest and easiest solution. On the excuse.

Meng Huaize closed his eyes, and said softly and steadily, "No."

Wu Yue turned and left, the door was open, the moonlight came in, and there seemed to be a layer of white frost in front of the door.

Under the table that no one could see, Meng Huaize's hands were always clasped together vigorously. He used such great strength that it was covered with bloodstains from his own pinching.

Meng Huaize wanted to let go, but he didn't dare. If he let go, he was afraid that he would lose control and grab Wu Yue.He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that he would cry when he opened them.He wanted to laugh at himself for being so worthless, but he couldn't even laugh.

He couldn't do anything, he didn't dare to do anything, he could only sit motionless in the darkness, without sound or expression, like a silent, old mountain.