He tried hard to smile at Qingqing in his arms.

The only left hand held his good friend in his arms, and the boiling blood sea of ​​true energy in his body was pushed out without reservation, turning into a blood-like cocoon, protecting Qingqing tightly.

The two hugged each other, and there was another large cocoon of blood.

Qingqing slapped the thick and solid blood shield in it, looking at the blood stains on her face, but she still showed a warm smile to her, and was swallowed by the continuous smashing of heavenly fire bit by bit.

The fire is burning.

It was burning along the earth, burning on him, like a coat woven by fire, wrapping him up bit by bit.

It was too noisy around her, and she could not even hear the sound, and could only see the little mute's mouth moving constantly.

He is saying:

"Don't be afraid, I will, protect you...it won't hurt, don't be afraid...my friend, don't be afraid..."

"Thank you, Qingqing."

"Thank you, for being mine, friend."

The burning of the sky fire brought severe pain, but I could no longer feel it.

He felt very warm.

It seemed like they were vaguely returning to their childhood that they were about to forget, lying beside their mother who had long been unable to remember their faces. The two of them were wearing tattered clothes and curled up in the most remote corner of Thunder Ye City.

The only memory of that time was hunger, being expelled, being insulted, being beaten, but there was still warmth, the warmth that would never be forgotten.

My mother always hugged him gently, hummed a song softly, and coaxed herself to fall asleep.

Even she herself was covered in bruises.

Just like now.

I was covered in bruises and held my friend, hoping that she could feel the warmth too.

Ah, by the way.
Chapter completed!