Chapter 811

Caught off guard, his strength was very tight. Wu Xi was frantically trying to break free, but with it came greater strength.

It's holding her tight. It's part of the wrist. It's painful.

However, less than the pain of the heart.

Looking up at yeqianxiao's face, he was slightly stunned. He followed Wu Xi to stand up and threw his other hand at yeqianxiao. "You want to do --"

the other hand is caught in the air.

Night qianxiao looks cold, drooping eyes, looking at Wu Xi, who is half a head shorter than her.

"She's dead, you watch for a day, a month, a year, yes, but you can only see her become a dead bone."

A word for a meal, words calm.

Her expressionless, cold words, so that the people around are Leng Leng Leng.

They didn't know where she came from, but even they felt cold at the words of exposing people's scars.

Wu Xi looked at her stupidly.

Dead

She's dead

A few words, like a magic spell, circulate in the mind. With the blink of an eye, two lines of clear tears suddenly fall from the corner of the eye.

The eye color is dim, the night thousand Xiao looks at her, the tone softens a few minutes, "you are really her mother, let her go to earth for safety."

The sound of a firm voice fell to the bottom of her ears and opened her heartache.

So simple, so cruel.

However, it is so realistic.

Tears falling down, so that her vision blurred, in front of the people suddenly become hazy up, can not see the outline of a faint sense of familiarity to her.

"Ah, ah --"

the whole person fell on yeqianxiao, and Wu Xi couldn't help crying.

Grief, desolation, loneliness.

Lost the only dependence, since then, her life is only her own person.

All over the venue, all of a sudden can only hear her cry.

Next to them --

the two soldiers holding the corpse bag receive ye qianxiao's eyes and immediately go over to pack the little girl.

Carefully, for fear of disturbing the soul of the dead.

The onlookers looked at the scene in silence.

I don't know where to go out of the woman, outrageous stop crazy mother, crisp a few words, let mother have to face the reality.

Her mother was holding her, and her back was straight, her expression was indifferent, and her eyebrows were twisted, adding a bit of sadness, but it was elusive.

Anlu stood outside the crowd.

Far away, she looked at night qianxiao, in the heart originally some discontent, but gradually, that wipe discontent and dissipated, turned into bursts of weakness.

Speaking from the heart, she does not agree with the behavior of night qianxiao.

There should be a better way to solve this problem, such as comfort and comfort. They can make the mother calm down, let her feel the care and warmth of others, and then send her daughter away.

Not like yeqianxiao.

Exposing people's scars, forcing people back to reality, grieving.

This method is too cruel, not everyone is strong enough to face the pain of white hair and black hair.

Yes.

Anlu realized that she had no voice.

Therefore, a moment of dissatisfaction, and disappeared, just on the night qianxiao impression, and a bit deep.

……

At noon.

After crying and scolding, Wu Xi finally accepted the reality.

Voice cry hoarse, her voice a little ugly, toward night qianxiao squeeze out a thank you, escorted the body of her daughter, leave.

After waking up, night qianxiao dripping water did not enter, and after Wu Xi left, she found some food in the tent, which was to solve the problem of food and clothing.

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