The man finally stopped when he came to him. He looked at the house not far away with a sneer, his ugly face more vicious than a snake or a scorpion.
He seemed to hesitate in his heart for a long time before he lowered his head to look at this insignificant defeated general and calmly told him his purpose.
He only spoke a few words, and it was even harder to hear them clearly amid the howling rain. Poinsettia generally understood, but what followed was an even more bone-chilling coldness.
The people standing in front of him, his blood relatives, and his wife were actually the elves who were killed during the Elf Rebellion.
He is a hybrid who has survived since then.
On a cold night, the rain was pouring, and the poinsettia plums roared in my ears.
He said that at that time, he first learned that his mother had been killed by them, and wanted to arrange for his wife to hide to save her life, but they also discovered her. Just before he was about to rush back, his wife left him forever simply because of her bloodline.
He said that he spent all his efforts to find out the enemy who wiped out his relatives.
He lost everything. Therefore, he wanted to avenge all his resentment on them.
The raindrops hit the poinsettia plums in the face like cannonballs. His heart was filled with despair, and all his strength seemed to have been drained from his body.
He is not afraid of death. But at this critical moment, he trembled rarely, and he wanted to live.
There is no other reason. Behind him, in that small house, were his wife and child who were about to give birth.
If he can't find a midwife, both mother and child may be in great danger!
He fell to his knees, like a bereaved dog, and begged with tears. He couldn't die yet, he begged the people in front of him, even if they allowed him to take a look at the safe mother and son, and then cut him to pieces with a thousand cuts, he wouldn't complain!
A waterfall of rain slid down the back of his head to his cheeks, mixing with the rolling tears.
The man was slightly startled at first. It was like a bronze statue, but he quickly recalled his disaster, and the expression on his face instantly turned livid, and the rage visible to the naked eye drove him to the poinsettia plum.
He slowly raised one foot, smiled miserably, and slowly stepped on his head, crushing it heavily.
Poinsettia did not resist. If he could spare his life for a moment, it would not be an exaggeration for him to suffer such a shame and humiliation.
But, obviously, the man had no intention of letting him go.
He ravaged the poinsettias for a while, growing bored. Then he gave him a light kick and rolled him to the door of his house.
Poinsettia's body is covered in mud and scars, her life is hanging by a thread, but she never dares to forget her burden.
He climbed up tenaciously, but his legs could not support the weight of his body at all.
Looking at the dirty enemy, the man finally no longer hesitated.
He slowly raised his palm, and a terrifying vortex instantly condensed in the air, like twisted animal skin, with the smell of blood.
With this move, he will send Poinsettia to hell.
Looking in front of him, the man gathered his strength for a moment, and finally pushed forward with his arms, and the rotating evil energy flew straight into the poinsettia like a turbulent flow!
Poinsettia suddenly felt a suffocating pressure coming towards him, and he had no way to dodge.
With a bang, the move detonated. The howling wind destroyed the tile wall behind him, and the aftermath swept out a patch of bright red blood, like the mud of the abyss of night.
Blood suddenly spread across the night, and together with the chaotic rain, wrapped in despair, dripped on Poinsettia's face and in front of her eyes.
He was swept far away by the aftermath, and his back hit the broken bricks heavily, causing a large amount of punctured blood to flow out.
But what followed closely was another familiar, weak body that fell weakly onto his chest. Immediately afterwards, the pungent smell of blood caused Poinsettia's nerves to collapse... all in an instant.
With her warm body, he immediately hugged her tightly. Torn heartache filled his mind, and the gurgling blood was diluted by the night rain and dyed on his body.
Jiu Ruxia! !
He screamed at the top of his lungs, crying blood from his heart, and his eyes were filled with a buzzing darkness.
He didn't know how she managed to overcome the severe pain and get here. He had no time to think about it. All he could think about was that Jiu Ruxia was about to die. All he could think about was that he felt more scared than ever before and he didn't dare to think about it!
Pain washed through his mind along his spinal cord, but he was as numb as a block of wood. His face twisted in despair, and although his hands had no strength, he could not move at all.
He was holding Jiu Ruxia, and he could feel the warm liquid flowing out of her abdomen, and the heat was transferred to his body; her limbs were getting colder and colder, and he could see her through the blur. Her lips were slightly curled up, but they had already turned pale.
He bellowed her name over and over again. His throat was filled with bloody mucus, and he gradually became hoarse and could no longer scream.
But the kindest person in front of him was unexpectedly calm. He just looked into his eyes motionlessly as usual, his expression seemed frozen, but he still remained gentle at all.
Somehow the man never came over. But Poinsettia doesn't care about anything anymore. Even if he comes to take his life now, he won't resist.
Raindrops kept hitting their cheeks, and dripped down their chins into the muddy bricks.
The surrounding area seemed to have fallen into silence, although there was still the roar of the rolling wind and rain; but the poinsettia could not be heard at all. It seemed that only Jiu Ruxia's breathing and the hoarse muffled sound coming from his throat were left in his ears.
