Meow will farm

Chapter 408
He opened his mouth, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't say anything.

The little bun held the boy's big hand with his small meaty hand, and shook his little head: "No matter where it is, there are good people and bad people!" At this point, she still scratched her little finger:

"The last time Jiujiu went to the ghost world alone, I got lost accidentally, and an ugly and ugly ghost stopped me. I thought I had met a big villain...but he gave me sweet and sweet candied haws , stay with me there and wait for my father to find me."

Xiao Baozi seemed to recall the sweet taste of that candied haws, and sucked in the saliva that was about to flow out.

He also said to Mo Heng earnestly and earnestly like a little adult: "Brother Mo Heng, don't look at it too one-sidedly. There are good ghosts and bad gods, and there are good and bad gods imprisoned in the dungeon of God Realm." !"

Mo Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and pinched her chubby little face: "Do you know what it means to be one-sided?"

The little adult's little face was wrinkled into a ball, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak, which made Mo Heng laugh out loud.

But he continued to ask inadvertently: "But I heard that the relationship between the God Realm and the Demon Realm is not very good..."

Little Baozi blinked his eyes: "Jiujiu hasn't heard of it... But I still think there must be a lot of good demons!"

Mo Heng looked down at Xiao Baozi's big clear eyes, his heart seemed to melt just like that.

He nodded slowly, and heard himself say:

"Yes, there are many, many good demons..."

……

The woman chuckled, memories are always so sweet.

But these are long gone, and we can't go back to the past...

The battle ended in such a hasty manner. Although all the demonic troops retreated, the heavy casualties visible to the naked eye of the god soldiers and generals cast a thick veil on the entire God Realm.shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of grief.

In the aftermath of the war, Bino only dealt with it methodically, and his father also rubbed the little goddess' soft hair with distress: "Go back and rest."

"Ah."

The little goddess narrowed her eyes and responded lightly.

She looked around, her wife was hugging the soldier lying on the ground, howling in pain, and the child's eyes were ignorant, she didn't seem to understand why her father died so tragically on the battlefield overnight... …

She turned her head, couldn't bear to look at their expressions, couldn't bear to hear their crying.

Maybe... no one wants to see himself now.

After all, this war with heavy casualties was largely her fault.

She returned to the Temple of the Goddess alone, looking at the familiar environment, each with memories of herself and him.

Happy memories of laughter and laughter.

But now you tell me that all of these are used?

Is it all a conspiracy that has been planned for decades?
"Ah……"

Sitting alone in front of the desk, the woman slowly spread out the scroll, looking at the pair of Bi people on the painting who looked at each other and smiled, but her smile was even more bleak.

Tears did not know when to drip down, smudged the ink on the scroll into circles...

This painting, which took her so many days and nights, was ruined just like that.

"This is the gift I plan to give you five days later. It is a gift to commemorate the day we met... But why did things become like this..."

why?
Why did he give her such a big blow when he had already taken out his heart?
Why did the man I didn't know when I fell in love tell myself with practical actions that he was her enemy?
Sworn enemy?
(End of this chapter)