Lord Fox, don't run

According to the woman's description, this village suffered more than a dozen people a month ago?Beast attack.and?The beast didn't kill them all, but after half an hour of slaughter, they stopped attacking and retreated.

Since then, the village has gradually become lonely.Everyone is panicking, right?On the third day after arriving, someone found the jade that cut off human breath. They rushed to work day and night, and finally made so many beds for hiding.All the food stored in winter has been replaced with rice noodles. As long as they can't go out, they will not leave this last safe zone.

Worrying and worrying every day makes the villagers exhausted physically and mentally, but when Zhong Ming and Qing Yang came to this village just in time?The cholera of the beast caused the villagers to panic.

The woman's lips trembled when she told the story, which shows how hard this bloody day has hit her.The fingertips of her holding the little boy turned white, and the strength made the boy cry out in pain.Perhaps it was the reason why he was so well protected. The little boy's eyes were only ignorant, and he even looked at Qingyang with a curious look while the woman was telling the story.

For him, the words spoken by adults are more attractive than those of a small talking animal.

"Fox! Fox! Mother, why can that fox talk?" The little boy opened his mouth when the three of them were silent. His innocent eyes and immature tone made people sigh.Still such a simple child, experienced a brutal and inhumane disaster!

Zhong Ming looked at the boy in silence, he had killed many people in his life, including children, old people, innocent people and criminals.But I have never looked at these poor people with a little compassion like now, and the concept of survival of the fittest seems not to be so deep.Zhong Ming silently glanced at the little guy in his arms, and pursed his lips tightly.

Probably because of his influence.

The woman looked at Zhong Ming with a pair of red eyes, and knelt down on the ground with a plop. She knelt forward, trying to get closer to Zhong Ming, her hoarse voice became deeper because of the choking.

"My lord monk! I know I won't live long, but please take care of my son, my lord monk. He is pure in nature. I don't want him to become a monster's mouth, nor a beggar without support! I beg you ! I beg you!"

The woman's head hit the floor one after another, and blood was seen within two strokes.The boy beside her looked at his mother and burst into tears. He reached out to hug the woman, trying to stop her self-harm.

In fact, the fact that the woman's body can survive to this day is considered to be the existence of her will. His family was not rich in the first place, and after the death of the pillar of the family, the remaining rations for the mother and son were not much.The woman left all the food to the boy, and she couldn't eat half of it every time.How much a mother's love can be is a miracle enough for her to support her child.

Qing Yang and Zhong Ming have no way of knowing how much suffering they have experienced, but just looking at their current appearance directly touched their hearts.

The woman just kowtowed blindly, her body began to tremble slightly, and the blood on her forehead became more and more shocking.The boy next to the woman was crying uncontrollably. He kept trying to hug his mother, but he was always dismissed mercilessly.There were tears in the woman's eyes, and she couldn't even make a sound in the end, she just repeated the movement of kowtow, but the movement became slower and slower.

Zhong Ming looked at the woman, touched the little fox in his arms, felt the slight trembling of the little fox in his hand, couldn't help sighing, and pulled the boy past him.This action undoubtedly confirmed the woman's request. When the woman raised her head again, she showed a satisfied smile, and then...

The woman who kowtowed again failed to raise her head again.

The boy held by Zhong Ming kept crying, he punched and kicked Zhong Ming, trying to struggle out of Zhong Ming's hand, but he was still unsuccessful.The boy's howling sharply pierced people's eardrums and pierced people's hearts. He stretched out his hand and called for mother, but the woman curled up on the ground failed to hold his hand again.

"Qing Yang, what should we do now?"

"……I do not know either."

Qing Yang is also very helpless to the crying children, and he rarely interacts with children!It was still this kind of heartbroken child who couldn't stop the child who wanted to rush to his mother.

Zhong Ming was also very distressed by this, he held the boy with one hand, and held the little fox in his arms with the other, his posture was a bit weird.He looked at the struggling boy, licked his lips, and murmured: "Looking like this, I always feel like..." A bad guy.

"It's them!"

Before Zhong Ming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone. The voices of the people who came were very immature, but with fear and determination, and the aura made everyone present look over.From this point of view, it was a group of villagers who rushed in. They were carrying shovels or sickles, and they came in a menacing manner, and the leader was somewhat familiar.

"He killed! He killed! He killed Aunt Huang! This murderer!"

The leader of the youth shouted, and what he said aroused everyone's discussion.That young man was one of the four young men Qing Yang met back then!Witnessed Zhong Ming's murder?Beast people!

This yell made the surrounding crowd feel as if a pot had exploded, discussing one after another, what's more, they rushed up and waved the knife in their hands at Zhong Ming!

Zhong Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the group of people who just rushed in. According to what the woman said, this is the group of villagers who were victimized?Looking at the past, did you really experience this angry look?the appearance of the woe?How come it looks like he slaughtered their relatives.

"It's him! It's not enough to kill the monsters, but also to kill our villagers!" The boy's eyes were red, and he shouted a little crazy!

Zhong Ming heard his impatience, and dragged the little boy forward: "Oh? Then you are here to kill me? Or do you think you are more resistant to killing than those monsters lying outside?" Zhong Ming glanced at him. Towards the purple-black corpse that was about to be buried by the wind and snow on the snow field outside!With a narrow face, he walked towards the direction of the crowd.

He steps forward, they step back.

Many people realized at this time that the person standing in front of them was not an ordinary person like them, but a man who had killed more than a dozen monsters that had plagued them for more than a month, and his methods were extremely cruel.Can such a person really be provoked by him?

The young man who was standing in front to encourage everyone also hesitated, he swallowed nervously, and backed away with a pale face, warning Zhong Ming with a meaningless trill:

"You...don't come here! I warn you, we are not afraid of you!"