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Chapter 169 I Don't Need It Anymore

"Yan Zile, I can let you go back, but with your current appearance, what can you do when you go back? Could it be that you wait for the next time you suck Yan Xiaoxiao's blood, let her shoot you down, and then commit suicide with guilt? Is it?" Chu Heng went downstairs, put him back on the ground, and continued with a cold expression, "You have two roads in front of you now, either maintain the status quo and stay with your mother weak and incompetent, or try to make yourself change." You have to be strong, strong enough to protect her, and then come back. You choose, no matter which one you choose, I will not interfere with you, nor will I force you."

These words immediately woke up the emotional child, and he immediately calmed down.

Yan Zile looked up at the tall man in front of him, and remained silent.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, finally, Yan Zile took a deep look at the stairway, then turned around resolutely, facing the seven-story residential building with his back.

"Daddy, I'll go with you." Saying these words seemed to have exhausted almost all his strength.After speaking, Yan Zile walked forward slowly with heavy steps.

However, before he took two steps away, his eyes accidentally caught sight of the Qinan wood beads on his wrist, and his steps stopped immediately.

"Daddy, wait for me, I'll be back in a while!" He immediately turned around and ran towards the stairs as fast as he could.

On the seventh floor, the wooden door of the living room was wide open.

After they left, the strength in Yan Xiaoxiao's body seemed to be emptied suddenly, and she fell to the ground all of a sudden.

She stared blankly at the empty stairs, a bitter smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth.

That's fine too.

Yan Zile is no longer an ordinary child, if he follows her words, if William finds out his identity one day, maybe William will kill him.

Therefore, he needs stronger people to protect him, train him, and make him gradually become stronger.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoxiao suddenly heard a sound coming from the door.

As soon as she looked up, she saw that Yan Zile had appeared in front of her in a flash.

Yan Xiaoxiao thought that her eyes were blurred and she was hallucinating, but when she shook her head, she found that the little boy in front of her still hadn't disappeared.

His eyes lit up, Yan Xiaoxiao was both surprised and happy: "Xiao Le, why are you back?"

It seems that in his son's heart, he is still very important!
"I'll return this to you," Yan Zile took off the wooden beads on his wrist, "I don't need it anymore."

The light in Yan Xiaoxiao's pupils dimmed little by little, and she even felt as if a hole had been dug out in her chest, and her heart was completely hollowed out.

She stood there with a stiff expression, looking down at her son who was only a step away from her, without moving.

Yan Zile didn't dare to look into her eyes, waited for a while and saw that she didn't pick up the beads in his hand, then took another step forward, walked to her side, picked up her left hand, and gently put the beads on her on the wrist.

"Xiao Le!" Seeing that he turned to leave, Yan Xiaoxiao consciously stretched out her hand to hold him, as long as she held him and held him in her arms, then maybe he would not leave.

However, just when her fingertips were about to touch her son's little head, her hand stopped suddenly.

In fact, what Chu Heng said was not wrong at all, so what if he was left behind?If one day, his son really loses his will and rushes to suck blood when he sees people, then he will still shoot without hesitation.

Why don't you just let him go.

Yan Xiaoxiao's outstretched hand slowly tightened, as if trying to grab something, but the palm was empty...

Yan Zile didn't know her complex psychology at this time, turned her back and said "Ma Ma, goodbye" and ran out quickly.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sun was shining outside the window, but it couldn't illuminate Yan Xiaoxiao's heart that was riddled with holes.

As night fell, most of the residents in Jinyue Community were elderly people who fell asleep very early.

At this time, apart from the occasional dog barking, it was so quiet that one could almost hear the consistent breathing rate of the sleeping person.

Yan Xiaoxiao bent her knees and leaned against the wall of the living room, wrapping her hands around her calves, maintaining this position all the time.If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of her chest, the whole person would look like a sculpture.

There was a small puddle of blood on the floor beside the refrigerator.It was completely dry at this time, and the dark red color adhered there, like blood and tears oozing from the floor.

Outside, the seemingly peaceful night was quietly stirring in some way.

A series of black shadows leaped over the fence of the community like ghosts, scrambling to get closer to the 19th building where Yan Xiaoxiao lived.

They were all low-level vampires attracted by Yan Xiaoxiao's blood, and they all wanted to quickly find that woman with delicious blood and stab their fangs into her neck.

However, as soon as they rushed into the stairway, they were split in half by a series of harsh and cold lights, and they were instantly weathered, leaving no corpses behind.

The blood race behind didn't know the situation ahead, and they still swarmed in, but ended up in the same end.

These white lights are like extremely sharp swords, mercilessly piercing through the bodies of every blood race, making them disappear without a sound and without a trace.

Until the last blood race, like scattered fluorescent powder, melted into the night little by little.

A thin and tall figure put away his long sword, and finally walked out slowly from the shadow of the stairs.

The street lamps outside revealed his appearance and figure little by little. He was dressed in a gray-white robe, and there were signs of vicissitudes at the corners of his eyes.He raised his eyes slightly, and the forehead lines on his forehead were slightly darker. Although his entire face had been polished by years, it was upright and handsome.

This person was He Lanjing who had appeared in that abandoned factory a few days ago. At this time, he was holding the long white wattle sword in his hand.

Just now, he used it to kill all the lower blood races.

He Lanjing glanced at the not-so-spacious staircase, and glanced at the wooden handrail. The paint on it was already mottled, and the original color could hardly be seen from it.

He took a long breath, carried the long sword up the stairs, and walked towards the seventh floor step by step.

In the stairway, there was the sound of heavy footsteps.

If it was normal, Yan Xiaoxiao would probably be scared to pee on the spot, but now, she wished for a ghost or something to drag her away, and it would be over.

So, until the footsteps stopped at the gate, she didn't pay attention, and didn't even raise her head.

Her son left with someone else, and her world seemed to have lost the pillar that supported her, suddenly collapsed and fell apart.She was still breathing, and she was still feeling, which was pretty good.

The next moment, there was only a soft 'pop', and the light in the living room was turned on from the door.

The sudden light made Yan Xiaoxiao, who had been in the dark, couldn't help raising her hand to block her eyes. She frowned suspiciously, and looked towards the gate with vacant eyes.

(End of this chapter)