Chapter 417, Small but bright hope in the night

When Wan Qu and Qian Ye heard the child's voice, they paused and then looked up.

The face of the little boy in front of them gradually overlapped with the face of the painting in their hands.

They thought they were hallucinating, but when they saw the red ribbon on Zi Xing's wrist, they couldn't help but tremble.

"You... you are..."

Qian Ye sat up and stretched out her hand towards Zi Xing, her cold face twitching constantly.

She still couldn't believe her eyes.

"Which room are you from? Go away, don't stay with us."

Wan Qu said coldly.

The dead men who had a slightly better relationship with them would be targeted.

So over the years, the couple never deliberately contacted anyone.

After saying that, he reached out and ripped off the red ribbon on Zixing's wrist, "This is not suitable for you to wear!"

Zixing's eyes were red, and his throat suddenly seemed to be stuck with some emotions. He opened his mouth, but couldn't shout anything.

He wanted to say, I am your child.

But how could they believe that a nine-year-old child like him could walk into this mountain and sneak into the tribe of dead warriors to see them.

It is full of dangers here, even strange birds can't fly in.

"I... am the child of the east... house. Before you leave, can you give me this red ribbon? I like red."

Liu Zixing pointed to the red ribbons on their wrists.

His voice was hoarse and choked. He almost couldn't control his emotions.

Wan Qu and Qian Ye looked at each other, and saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Emotions that had not been felt for many years collapsed in an instant, and they suppressed their trembling bodies.

They both tore off the red ribbons on their wrists and gave them to Liu Zixing.

"This was originally left for our child. I lend it to you for safekeeping. If we can't come back, you can keep it for the rest of your life."

Qian Ye's voice was gentle, and the cold look just now suddenly disappeared.

It turns out that as long as there is love, she can still have emotions.

She can still have emotions.

Did God see their obsession and send their child to them?

Thinking of this, the couple, who had not shed tears for years, felt their eyes sore, but they could not shed a single tear.

It was as if their eyes had been dry for a long time.

Liu Zixing trembled in agreement and carefully took the three red ribbons, "Okay..."

"Is that painting your child? Where did he go?"

Qianye quickly rolled up the painting and gave it to Zixing, "This is also for you. If one day you see the child in the painting, please say something for us..."

She choked for a while and continued, "Say something that his parents did not deliberately sell him. His parents hope that he will live a peaceful life and give him a bright future."'

To be a dead soldier in Donglin is like a mouse surviving in the cracks of the dark. It's fine if you are worthless, and everyone in Daxia will want to kill you.

To be an ordinary person and live uprightly

is also their lifelong luxury.

Qianye reached out and touched her cheeks. She hadn't cried for six years, ever since the day she was eaten by wild animals.

Even so much time had passed that it seemed as if her blood hadn't flowed for a long time.

She stretched out her hand, but didn't dare to touch the child in front of her, for fear that he would find her body without body temperature!

Liu Zixing nodded.

Tears fell in large drops, "I know, I know."

"Did you encounter any accidents after giving birth to him? Have you ever regretted it?"

This question.

As if touching the softest part of Wan Qu's heart, Wan Qu turned around and swallowed the surging repressed emotions,

"Yes, there were dirty things that chased our family of three, but we are death warriors and we are fearless. Regret? We only regret being death warriors, and never regretted giving birth to him, nor regretted sending him away."

The death warrior camp used to be dead and gloomy. Only the cries of children born and the laughter of children growing up could make their numb hearts give birth to flesh and blood.

They were once chased by evil spirits, and it was the ancestral treasure Fengyuling of Duke Yan that protected their family.

"Child, what's your name?" Qianye's eyes were full of tenderness.

"My surname is Liu now, and my courtesy name is Zixing." Liu Zixing said slowly.

"Stars are good, stars are good, they are the small but bright hope in the night."

Qianye was very satisfied with the name. She reached out and touched Zixing's face, then quickly retracted her hand.

"Child, we are leaving. You must bring these words and this painting with us."

Wan Qu stretched out his hand and pulled Qianye over. The couple looked at each other and quickly looked away.

Knowing each other's feelings, they no longer had any regrets.

Zixing is their child.

Silly child, they have lived here for many years. Where is the couple in the east house? wωω.ξìйgyuＴxt.иeΤ

can't even lie.

Their obsession gradually turned into gas and dissipated in the air.

Seeing them walking out the door, Xia Wanwan quickly retracted the barrier and pasted the invisibility talisman back on Zixing.

Zixing's legs were paralyzed, and he sat on the ground crying.

The couple at the door looked back and found that the person had disappeared, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

But they seemed to hear a very faint cry,

"Dad, Mom."

The faces that had finally calmed down were instantly moved.

Cimang came to them, looked inside, squinted his eyes and said, "Death warriors, you should be aware that you can die at any time. Even if there are things you can't let go of, you should let go of them now."

"Yes." The two replied in unison.

Ci Mang was fed up with their numb expressions over the past few years.

He pushed the two of them aside and blocked the door.

His sharp eyes scanned the whole room, but he didn't find anyone.

But just now, he clearly heard a faint voice of "Mom and Dad".

"Chief, it's time to go." Wan Qu came in front of him, expressionless.

Ci Mang's mouth twitched, "Is it your turn to order me?"

He drew the knife from his waist, and the sharp sword swung across Wan Qu's arm, and his clothes were immediately torn.

But Wan Qu didn't frown, and the wound on his arm didn't bring him any pain.

He stood in front of Ci Mang.

Ci Mang grabbed his wound and kept squeezing it, but he couldn't squeeze out a trace of hot blood. He was slightly surprised, "Why don't you have blood?"

How could someone not have blood?

In fact, it seemed that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Wan Qu still had a blank expression on his face, "Chief, you won't be cruel to your men."

Ci Mang slowly let go of his hand, his eyes full of disbelief.

He clearly was cruel, and he even felt the bone just now.

How could there be no blood!

He gritted his teeth and ordered outside: "Someone come! There is something dirty in the room, search for me!"