Zewu became old again, and like he had done before, he tried to use his divine power to save the vegetative tribe.
Yu Wanwan poked her head out from under his clothes and watched him fail again and again.
"Why... can't we save them?"
Zewu looked up at the sky that was like a lake, his eyes were vicissitudes and his expression was full of despair.
He once thought that his destiny was to protect the Orc Continent and live peacefully in the tribe, but everything that happened to him almost wiped out his high spirits.
He touched his chest and took out Yu Wanwan, who had been hidden in his arms.
Yu Wanwan didn't dare to breathe, and stared at Zewu without blinking.
According to the previous trend, Zewu will throw her back to the Orc Continent next.
As expected, Zewu looked at Yu Wanwan, his expression gradually becoming ferocious: "You..."
Wanwan suddenly had an idea and hugged his hand and shouted, "Zewu! Those orcs are so abominable. The vegetative tribe is gone, and our home is gone."
Linghua has no tears, so Yu Wanwan could only lower her face to prevent him from seeing her expression.
The reason why Zewu took his anger out on her before was because he thought she was the medium for transmitting the power of the Beast God and was the Beast God's person, but she wanted to tell him that they came from the same place, were the only two survivors, and were relatives who depended on each other for survival. She hoped that he could remember everything about the two of them getting along in the past and be a little soft-hearted.
"Zewu, the Vegetative Tribe is my home. I grew up there. What should I do now? I really want to go back."
If only she could go back to that peaceful time. She didn't want to watch Chief Qiu Chen die in front of her, and she didn't want to watch the vegetative people become extinct.
Sadness surged up, and Yu Wanwan's voice gradually turned into tears.
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