"Welcome to the Night Team!"
Angefina's sudden voice made Mo Feng freeze on the spot. He looked at the little girl in a pink princess dress in front of him with wet eyes.
It means, I, I was taken in?!
He looked at that innocent face, and this angelic smile made him at a loss.
This, this!? He thought of the grievances he had suffered before:
"The little thing looks quite unique..."
He was hit hard in the lower abdomen, and when his head was blank, he flew backwards, smashed into the broken tiles viciously, and collapsed to the ground.
He collapsed on the ground and laughed so hard that his eardrums hurt, "Sister, use the video crystal to give us some shots."
Several feet viciously trampled his head into the ground.
"Okay, you guys just rest and let me play." His hair was pulled from his scalp and it hurt, and his black fist punched his stomach.
The hot bullet penetrated the body, and blood gushed out from the hot and burning hole.
His whole body was trembling, and he was struggling in a pool of blood. His struggle was like the ferocious crimson moon in the sky.
After the death of his master, he really had no one to rely on. He had been immersed in a honey pot since he was a child. He had suffered a lot in the past few days... It was really a bit big.
Thinking of the grievances, the few awakened people with relatively good figures surrounded him, took off their stockings and stuffed them into his mouth. The sour smell of the stockings mixed with sweat made him gag.
While he was gagging, he was hit hard in the lower abdomen, and he was still listening to the devilish whispers of the villain while he was unconscious.
"Be careful, don't play bad. Play quickly, and we will throw it away after playing..."
The villain whispered, and as he whispered, he felt nauseated.
While stuffing the stockings with the sour smell, she also said that she should play quickly and throw them away after playing...
Isn't this just treating him like a doll?
After being tortured by the gang, he fell in a pool of blood. When he woke up, he suppressed his fear and faced the unfamiliar environment as calmly as he could.
The stinky guy named Qing Muxue, who looked pretty but was actually evil, was whipped countless times.
He really doesn't know how he will be wronged next time...
He had never known what the end of the world his master told him was, but now it seems that he was bullied by others.
When Ben fell in a pool of blood, he had no hope. Living in this miserable world without his master was disgusting... People took pleasure in bullying others, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
In a pool of blood, he hoped that tomorrow would not come. When tomorrow comes, should he continue to suffer or continue to live? Maybe it would be good to die at this moment...
At this time, a sweet girl's voice broke the gloomy world in his eyes, and Angrafina's appearance brought her hope and new life.
Maybe, he wasn't sure, but maybe this little girl was the salvation of his soul?
Looking at the little girl in front of him who was half taller than himself, the sadness that Mo Fengben had suppressed in his heart surged up.
The chill is accompanied by bursts of warmth, and I can no longer suppress the tears from the warmth to the cold...
...
Five hours ago, the group leader’s room.
"Sister, I want it! I want it, I want it!"
The little girl tried her best to act cute, and the ponytail scattered on her shoulders swayed with her head, like a rattle.
Seeing that the man in front of her didn't respond, tears slowly filled her eyes.
"Woooo..."
Qingmuxue couldn't look directly at those tearful eyes. She leaned back on the sofa and stroked her forehead. She now felt a headache.
What is this girl doing? She promised to give Mo Feng to Xigua, but Angefina came to ask for her hand. How did this happen?
She got off the sofa and took a few steps forward, touching the little girl's head.
"Fina, be good, I promised you Sister Xigua."
She just wanted to hold the little girl in her arms, but the little girl pushed her hand away, her eyes already wet.
"Can't we just let her become Fina's playmate? Fina is so boring to be alone, ugh..."
The little girl whispered, turning her head away as she whispered, which made Qingmuxue a little unbearable.
Um? Lost?
She saw this girl lowering her head, with a sullen face, holding the hem of her skirt with her hands... She looked like she could start crying at any time, and this little appearance was not aggrieved in her eyes.
Qingmuxue looked at this girl and her heart softened. She really hadn't played with this girl much in the past few years.
By the way, how old is this girl this year? It seems that she didn’t even come with her for her birthday...
"Really, is it really not possible..."
A weak and aggrieved voice struck Qingmuxue hard in the heart.
Her heart was shaken, her eyes widened and then closed.
Alas! It was her own fault in the past few years. She was preoccupied with the affairs of the war group, and she inadvertently wronged this girl.
This little girl really needs a playmate. If she is allowed to wander around alone, she will suffer from mental illness sooner or later... Qingmuxue thought, and the more she thought about it, the more she became soft-hearted.
Oh, trouble is trouble! There is no reason to only take in but not support.
"Oh, okay. I'll take care of it."
...
Time returned to the present, and Mo Feng's tears had soaked the white shirt on his body.
In fact, from the moment he woke up, he had been thinking about how to escape and survive... When he realized the death of his master, there seemed to be a piece of ice congealing in his heart.
There was a chill in his heart, so cold that he burst into tears.
The coldness is not like the sharp rope that is used to hang a condemned prisoner. The coldness is not a sudden twist that squeezes out the blood and crushes the soul, but another twist from time to time, causing the pain of life and death to be mixed with the fear of confusion and unknown.
This confused feeling of life and death mixed in his heart, making his heart feel cold and blocked at the same time. When blocked, he felt a sense of emptiness.
Just like a lonely person in the home planet era whose thoughts are blurred, walking in a quiet and empty city in the drizzle, the wind blowing brings a bit of sadness. What is sad is not the city but the night sky. This night sky is dim and dull.
This feeling of hopelessness is very uncomfortable.
The straightforwardness of life and death is far less scary than the unknown. What frightens him is the unknown and confusion...
The master is dead, what can he do?
Revenge for the master? But he understood that he was weak, and any little guy could hold him down and torture him severely.
Facing the red-haired woman's bullying, he could only rage helplessly.
He finally suppressed his sadness... because he needed to live. Only by living can he have hope. Only with hope can the bleak future not seem so confusing.
He plans to escape and contemplates a bleak future...
And the man in front of him now tells him that from now on he is a member of the Night War Group... He has a family, and he has a new destination.
He looked at Angefina, tears blurring his vision, and a strange feeling filled his heart.
Pain? Happiness? Or endless gratitude?
He didn't know, he didn't even know how to repay the little girl in front of him, and he didn't know what the little girl needed to do.
He just rushed to the little girl and hugged her tightly: "Oh, thank you...Thank you, Fina."
While Mo Feng cried, Angefina felt a small, soft, warm thing rush into her arms.
A little guy was shaking and hugging himself with all his strength.
The force was very small, and she could break free at any time, but she did not do so.
She understood this feeling and atmosphere, but she didn't quite understand it at the same time.
Just like drinking a cup of pure and fragrant milk tea in the winter morning, the sweet paste lingers in your heart but has a hint of bitterness. Warmth flows through your body, but there is still a slight chill that cannot be driven away.
She had experienced this feeling before, but she was not sure if it was this feeling.
But she knew that she just needed to quietly let the person holding her cry and choke...
Shedding tears was a lament of misfortune but also a prelude to happiness. This hug also made her feel it. This hug, bursts of warmth accompanied by a bit of sadness.
But just like this quietly, hugging each other, until the sunset and then into the dead of night.
"Hehe, it seems that we are also a good person..."
