Chapter 955 Resurrection of the Dead 2

Seven emotions, joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock, appeared in her eyes one after another, and finally condensed into bone-gnawing hatred.

Especially after remembering that she had killed the cub, she was even more desperate and wished she could die with Saint Zachary.

He raised his hand to hit someone, but moved but felt nothing.

Feeling that the person in his arms was struggling, Saint Zachary immediately let go of Chris, his tone full of caution: "Did I hurt you when I hugged you? It's my fault, I will pay attention to it next time."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at his partner's body. His blood-stained eyes touched the arm that was smashed by his head. The flesh of the stump was still stuck to the stone bed, and his face was filled with anger again.

He actually damaged his partner's body. He must not leave the eagle beast alive next time!

Chris followed his gaze and immediately screamed.

"Kris is not afraid." St. Zachary quickly hugged Chris to comfort her.

Chrissy felt no pain, and then realized that she was dead. She stopped screaming in a daze, looked at her body in a daze, and gradually calmed down.

"How long have I been dead?" Chris asked with lowered eyebrows.

"No, you just took a nap." St. Zachary was very taboo about the word "death" and interrupted Chris before she could finish her words.

Saint Zachary looked up at his son who was standing quietly aside, waved him to come closer, and said gently to Chris: "This is our cub, he is thirty-five years old."

In other words, Chris has been dead for thirty-five years.

Chrissy was startled again and looked at Mitchell in disbelief.

He looked somewhat similar to his father, but it was indescribably weird.

Soon, Chris understood.

Yes, he was conceived after he terminated his partnership with Saint Zachary. He was born a rootless beast.

It was precisely because she felt that there was no hope for the children to survive that she cruelly killed them.

She would never forget the cruelty she had inflicted upon her before her death. What she thought about the most was the scene of the mutilated cubs all over the ground.

Their blood is tender and blue, so fragile.

She always thought that she would not regret it, and she did not allow herself to regret it.

But looking at a grown-up child, her heart was deeply touched, and she suddenly admitted that she regretted it.

Even if you are alive without emotion, it is still better than death.

If she hadn't done that, those cubs would have grown so big.

Chris wanted to cry, but her eyes couldn't shed any liquid. She just looked at her son dryly.

Mitchell had no feelings for this mother and looked back calmly, but he was very curious about the changes in his father at this time.

Wasn’t the father disbanded by the mother? Why does he still care so much about his mother?

St. Zachary immediately scolded: "You haven't called anyone yet!"

Mitchell shouted nonchalantly: "Mom."

The expression on Chris's face was mixed with sadness and joy, and relief suddenly surged in her heart.

Those hatreds suddenly became weak.

Her soul had been buried in the soil for decades, and all her emotions had faded. If it hadn't been exhumed, perhaps in a few years, her memory would have completely disappeared.

Chrissy showed a faint smile to Mitchell, and that smile exuded a sense of peace.

St. Zachary was flustered for no reason. He picked up Chris and said, "You like to stay outside the most. I will take you out."

St. Zachary strode out of the ice room with Chris in his arms. He did not notice that after Chris left the air conditioner, black and purple corpse spots quickly appeared on her skin...