"and after?"
"Later... Maybe I should die."
Mu Rong looked up at the sky.
The thick fog dissipated, the crescent moon probed, and the star screen was re-draped.
Everything is so similar to that day.
The only difference is probably that there is no Xue Xue by Xiao Murong's side.
Instinct prompted him to turn around and run. This action undoubtedly stimulated the gray wolves who were watching. Almost as soon as Xiao Murong made a move, they swooped up.
People are affected by adrenaline in times of crisis, which can always stimulate potential power. Little Murong didn't notice that the surrounding was surrounded by a thick fog. He only knew that he ran forward desperately.
Absolutely cannot stop.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he was only a seven-year-old child after all.
After the powerful explosive force passed, the small body could no longer keep up with his consciousness.
Before his physical strength was about to run out, Xiao Murong, who was panicking, stepped on the gravel pile, and then stumbled, and he fell forward to the ground.
It hurts.
The child's thin skin and tender flesh couldn't stand the toss, and the skin of his knees and elbows were scratched by sharp corners, and blood beads began to ooze out.
Little Mu Rong was tearful in pain.
Although he didn't like Mu Yidian, he never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child.
I didn't expect to be abandoned by my biological father in the deep mountains and forests today, and I also met a pack of wolves. It was not easy for Xiao Murong, who was facing all this alone, to survive until this moment.
Holding his breath, he wanted to live, but when his strength was exhausted, even if he wanted to continue to escape, his physical condition would not allow it.
After trying two or three times, he couldn't stand up smoothly, and Xiao Murong lay on the ground in a daze.
He is so tired.
Tired and cold.
He wants to go home.
But where is his home
Opening his eyes blankly, the half-year-old child felt scared later, and felt at a loss in his heart.
The world is vast, but I am alone and helpless.
Courage can be worn away.
Just like feelings.
Probably smelling blood, the three-headed wolves, who had slowed down because their sight was affected by the thick fog and couldn't accurately determine where their prey was, quickly caught up with their keen sense of smell.
The dim light that appeared in the white fog seemed to be a ghost fire calling the undead.
Little Mu Rongse shrank back a little bit.
until his back hit the tree trunk.
The buttresses lying on the ground extend from all directions and grow staggered. This peculiar ecological phenomenon that should have occurred in the tropics has now created a huge flank that captures the boy's young body and traps him firmly within it, waiting for the ruthless hunters to harvest.
The wolf shadow appears.
Little Mu Rong was shivering, frightened, and heartbroken, his father's soft voice echoed in his mind and his mother's sentence before handing himself over to his father: "Then you have to be obedient, know that ?"
He was so happy at the time that he didn't notice the deep meaning in his mother's eyes.
However, as the gray wolf approached, under the shadow of death, Xiao Murong seemed to suddenly understand.
It turns out that no one in this world really loves him.
It turned out... The forelimbs were down, the back was arched, the wolf's hair was standing upright, and finally, the image that was deeply rooted in Xiao Murong's mind was replaced by the clip he had seen on the news, realizing what he was about to face, the boy's dark gray eyes Not closing in fear, but opening forcefully.
"Ow—"
As soon as the lead wolf infiltrated the cry, it was like the horn of an attack, the still picture was broken, time continued to move forward, and the world would not stop because of one less person.
Until the very end, when he was splashed with blood that spurted out instantly, and felt the hot and rich smell of fishy taint covering his nostrils, Xiao Murong did not close his eyes.
He has to remember.
Firmly, deeply remember.
This day, this moment.
"It was the old man who saved me."
"Master?" Xue Xue felt that this title was very familiar. "Is it..."
"The owner of Pinxiang Pavilion." Mu Rong said: "He and my mother are old friends, and he was entrusted by my mother to find me."
This sounded okay at first, but after thinking about it, something was wrong.
"Your mother..."
"My mother knows about this." Mu Rong's voice was light: "She knew what Mu Yidian was thinking from the beginning."
"How is that possible?" Xue Xue couldn't believe it. "She knows what Mu Yidian wants... She knows what Mu Yidian wants to do but still hand you over to Mu Yidian?"
"Yeah, it's incredible, right." Mu Rong, whose lips were curved, looked at Xue Xue, and after realizing that Xue Xue couldn't see him temporarily, he restrained all his expressions and returned to indifference. "But she's not as ruthless as Mu Yidian, so I'm still very grateful."
Xue Xue was speechless for a moment.
Compared with the deranged parents, Xue Mengwu and Lin Xiyun didn't seem to be so bad.
What's more, Xue Chunan spent her childhood and adolescence with the love of Xue Mao and Wang Xiaolan. Although life was a little more difficult, the simple couple never lacked children.
Sure enough, happiness is relatively out.
However, this does not mean normal.
Thinking of what Xiao Murong had experienced, Xue Xue only felt that an invisible hand pierced his chest and grabbed his heart, the air became thinner, breathing became difficult, and a sense of suffocation burst out due to lack of oxygen in his mind. The pain was excruciatingly painful.