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Of course, Yang Mu immediately recognized that this weak woman was Yang Ling.

Maybe he had some sort of fate with her. Otherwise, how could he meet her in this city that only had a few people left?

After being stunned for a moment, Yang Mu's anger rose and he headed in that direction in large strides.

F * ck!

This is so weird. Put your feet in a bowl of instant noodles and let them eat?

The more Yang Mu thought about it, the angrier he got. The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt.

The three men inside were laughing mischievously. Yang Mu didn't even give them a chance to mock him.

He wasn't a pig's foot in a TV show, so he had to declare justice before killing a bad guy.

A man who does as he pleases, no matter what you do, no matter whose father you are or whose son you are.

As long as he was unhappy, he would immediately get rid of him without hesitation.

Therefore, Yang Mu stepped forward, the heavenly ghost made a move, and the two men each cut off one of their arms. The man sitting in the middle cut off both of his legs, leaving both of his feet in the bowl.

It was extremely bloody, and the room immediately reeked of blood. The screams of the three people sounded out, and they looked at Yang Mu as if they had seen a ghost.

They had never seen such a ferocious person. Wasn't this too ferocious?

Yang Mu kicked the two men with broken arms, but was unable to get up. He then grabbed the man with no legs and looked at him coldly.

"Are you going to give me food to eat? If you can't finish this bowl of noodles in three minutes, then I can only kill you. "

"I, I, I …" "You …"

Yang Mu picked up the heavenly ghost, and walked over to kill the other two men mercilessly.

Then he picked up the knife and placed it on the severed ankle.

"I don't have the patience anymore. You only have one minute. Eat all the noodles in there and I'll spare your life."

The man was crying. He was crying because he was scared, and he also couldn't control himself.

His mind finally reacted, and then there was fear. His nerves were too tense.

He didn't know where the man in front of him had come from, but the way he held the knife looked like death itself.

Unable to control himself, he tumbled to the ground and lay there. He began to eat the instant noodles with his hands, crying as he ate.

At the back, Yang Ling was scared silly.

What a hellish scene this was.

A knife-wielding man who resembled a death god, a basin of blood-soaked noodles with two legs, two rogue thugs with their heads cut off, and a terrible howl that filled the entire room.

Yang Ling could not help but shift from kneeling to sitting, moving her butt all the way to the corner of the wall, as her whole body kept trembling.

"Eat it!" Eat it! "

The man with the broken leg raised his head to look at Yang Mu. His mouth was still chewing on the instant noodles, and his face was filled with blood.

Yang Mu looked at him coldly. This was the coldest gaze a man with broken legs had ever seen in his life. He even felt that this gaze shouldn't belong to a human.

"Eat it? Humiliating people get humiliated, what kind of mockery is that? People like you shouldn't be able to survive. "

"You … you said you would let me go."

"I'm not a gentleman. I'm a villain. Where did you get the courage to believe me?"

The man with the broken leg was in despair. Yang Mu did not keep his word, and he had no other choice.

The next moment, Yang Mu decisively killed him. When his neck was broken, the instant noodles fell from the esophagus. It was very cruel and bloody.

This time, Yang Ling was horrified. She directly cried out before fainting …

She lay in a warm room when she woke up, the last rays of the sun shining in through the window, shining on her face.

"I'm awake. Drink some porridge."

While someone was talking, Yang Ling raised her head and looked over. She was so frightened that she hurriedly got back under the blanket.

"Stupid woman, do you remember me killing someone and forgetting that I saved your daughter?"

Hearing Yang Mu's words, Yang Ling pulled back the blanket and looked at him. Only then did she finally recognize him.

"You are …" Mr. Yang? "

Just as Yang Mu guessed, Yang Ling had just recognized him.

Yang Mu placed the congee next to her mouth. It was neither cold nor hot, and warm congee was the most suitable for eating.

Seeing that she could not care less about the food, Yang Ling immediately started to eat.

Yang Mu gave her two steamed buns and some pickled vegetables before sitting to one side and watching her eat.

Although Wei Minfang's godmother was also a serious person, she was still a bit lacking in terms of emotions.

Yang Mu's feelings for Yang Ling were very complicated.

"Yes, I'm Yang Mu. I'm very happy to meet you again. Tell me about what happened after we parted. Why are you here by yourself, where are your husband and children?"

Being asked to her sore spot, Yang Ling began to cry.

Fortunately, he had eaten something, so he had some strength.

After crying for a while, she started to tell Yang Mu about her experiences.

Originally, it was quite good. Yang Mu had brought the two children back so that Yang Lingtong and Anji could reunite with each other.

But then the large-eared dragon came, and the hiding place was no longer usable.

Then they ran away with all their might. Yang Ling was left with only herself, her children and her husband were nowhere to be seen.

This, of course, made Yang Ling very scared.

After hiding in a secluded place for three days, Yang Ling was so hungry that she couldn't take it anymore. She went out to find food and met a group of people. The leader of the group was called Wu Sikai.

This kid looked like a good guy at first.

They avoided disaster together, but they couldn't escape from the vicinity.

Yang Mu felt that the zombies here were sparse and that there were tunnels everywhere. However, to them, this was still a maze filled with danger.

Originally, there were dozens of people in the team, but the more people there were, the fewer people there would be. There would always be people who met with danger. In the end, all that was left were Yang Ling and Wu Sikai, as well as two men who took him as their leader.

Wu Sikai changed then, revealing her true nature.

He said that he had no obligation to take care of Yang Ling. If he wanted to live, he would have to pay the price.

Of course, Yang Ling understood what he meant, and was hesitating whether she should trade her body for food or not.

This was not the age of virgins. Yang Ling had to live, so she thought like this.

However, things were not that simple. Wu Sikai's desires were abnormal. It was obviously exciting for him to suddenly start insulting Yang Ling.

Previously, they were difficult friends who had escaped together, but now, he could treat Yang Ling however he wanted.

Just like this, Yang Ling had suffered for the past two days. The current Wu Sikai was even more perverted, wanting her to eat instant noodles with water for washing her feet.

It was at this moment that Yang Mu arrived to rescue Yang Ling.

Hearing this story, Yang Mu felt even more conflicted.

You can't even find a good child? And that Tong Jian.

Yang Mu actually didn't have a good impression of Yang Ling's husband. He knew that this person was not good enough to be a teacher in school and didn't have the ability to survive in the society. He was a stumbling block to Yang Ling's family's development.

However, the safety of Tong Xiao and Tong Ye made Yang Mu worried.

Yang Mu knew that this pair of daughters were Yang Ling's fate.

Hearing her still crying, Yang Mu said, "Don't cry, I don't care if you cry anymore. If you don't, I'll think of a way to help you find your child. If there's even a trace of hope, we won't give up, okay?"

When Yang Ling heard that this person was willing to find her own child, she naturally stopped crying.

Last time his daughter and son were in danger, he was the one who saved them.

But …

"Mr. Yang, why on earth do you know me?"

Yang Mu hesitated for a moment as he thought about whether he should tell her or not.

Actually, there was nothing to hide. People always had to go, whether it was good or bad, they had to face it.

"I've known you for many years."

"How could that be?" I wish I'd never seen you before. "

"You may have seen me, but only once."

"Huh?"

"That was more than ten years ago."

Yang Ling was dumbfounded. The man in front of her was only slightly over 20 years old. Didn't he look like he wasn't even 10 years old before, and she had seen him back then?

If that was the case, Yang Ling would give up. It was impossible for her to remember a child she saw more than ten years ago.

But why would this child remember him?

"I was a little beggar then, and I was not very good at communicating with people, and I often starved. One day when I was sick and hadn't eaten, you and Tong Jian came and gave me a hot hamburger, and I had the strength to eat it. I saw you enter the school with him, and often afterwards … After a few years, almost every time I meet your language class I would go and eavesdrop on it. I would quietly hide in the corridor and listen to your lecture, to your poetry, to your recitation of the Petrel … On the boundless sea, strong winds billowed and dark clouds gathered … I was particularly impressed by that phrase. At the time, I felt that the swallow was very brave, not afraid of the boundless sea, and not afraid of the stormy weather. "Compared to her, I am much weaker. I don't even dare to go out in the face of wind or rain. I just hide in the bank account machine's house. It's the warmest there and also driest …"

Yang Ling was flabbergasted. The short story that Yang Mu had told her had shocked her to her very core.

Actually, she had already forgotten about this matter. However, when Yang Mu brought it up, she slowly recalled it.

It seemed that she had indeed given a young beggar hamburger.

This was actually the only time in her life that she cared about beggars.

There had been a few times since then, but Yang Ling did not even know how much mercy she felt when she threw out a few dollar coins.

Maybe not, because every time Yang Ling threw out a coin, she would wonder if this beggar had more money than she did.

Although she couldn't remember it clearly, Yang Ling did remember this matter.

He really didn't expect that a little beggar would actually eavesdrop on his language class. He even listened for several years.

Yang Mu hesitated for a moment before making his decision.

"I've seen those herded animals and I think they hate them as much as I do. Back then, after studying Chinese with you for a few years, I felt that I should have a name. The ancient people have two or three names, what's a name, what's a name, and what's a character. But I was stolen from my home by the traffickers when I was very young, and then I escaped from them, but I can't remember what it was like at home, and of course I don't know what my last name was. "

Yang Ling could not believe it.

It turned out that this person had been kidnapped and sold off since a very young age.

"Sigh, always wandering, just like a traveler who has been grazing under the heavens. I couldn't remember anything about my parents, so I thought maybe I could use your surname. After all, I called you mother teacher in my heart. However, I was only twelve years old that year, and Thirteen had already forgotten about it. It isn't strange for him to have such a thought. "Since then, I've been called Yang Mu. The name I've given myself is up to you."