Chapter 1289 2.725 You Can’t Keep It

"I, Liu Yuan, am the second manager of the Jiaozhong defense fortifications and the city lord's mansion." The seventh-level profound master sighed, "The city lord and his wife both died in this sudden disaster."

At this moment, a little boy of seven or eight years old suddenly rushed out like a calf and bumped into Mo Lian and Qiao Mu. He complained and screamed, "Why are you here so late? I My father and mother are both dead! It’s all because of you, it’s you who came so late! It’s all your fault, it’s useless, it’s useless!! It’s useless!”

"Young Master, Young Master." Liu Yuan quickly stepped forward with an embarrassed look on his face, dragged the kicking and crying little boy over, and smiled apologetically at Mo Lian, "This is the Young Master of the City Lord's Mansion, everyone is really sorry. , this child was greatly stimulated by the death of his parents."

Qiao Mu glanced at the child indifferently, then suddenly shook his little hand and aimed the black crossbow muzzle at the seven or eight-year-old boy.

Liu Yuan was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his sleeves to hug the little boy, dragging the boy back several steps with a look of horror on his face, "No, no, what are you doing? This lady, yes, it was our young master who said He is arrogant and has no respect for himself, but please consider that he is a child and spare his life."

"Do you think I want to kill him because he scolded me?" Qiao Mu looked at the second steward Liu Yuan with cold eyes.

I just think this person is ridiculous.

Although she is not a good person, she is not so narrow-minded.

She took action for only one reason——

"This child is infected. Look at his eyes. Judging from the extent of his mutation, he will completely lose his mind in less than eight hours."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell into silence. Everyone silently stepped back in unison, with a hint of panic in their eyes.

Liu Yuan, the second manager of the City Lord's Mansion, unknowingly let go, and then, as if thinking of something, he hugged the child, shook his head and said to Qiao Mu, "No, no, it won't be like this. This Girl, you must have seen it wrong, right?"

"You're deceiving yourself." The Wulian crossbow in Qiao Mu's hand was ready to go. He frowned slightly and said, "Get out of the way. Don't be merciful as a woman."

"No, I won't give in." Liu Yuan, the second manager, didn't know what his psychology was. He only knew that there was a belief deep in his heart that supported him, and he absolutely wanted to protect the orphan in the City Lord's Mansion.

Definitely keep him!

"You can't protect him!" Qiao Mu said in a cold voice, "Even if you protect him for a few hours now, when the time is up, he will be completely mutated."

"No, it can be saved. Miss, you are so powerful, you must be able to be saved, right?"

Qiao Mu shook his head helplessly, "It's hopeless."

At least for now, she is very powerless.

All those who are infected and mutated can only watch him step by step towards the abyss of death, and there is no other way.

"No!" Second Steward Liu Yuan hugged the boy tightly and backed away step by step.

But the group of refugees around him refused to follow him. Seeing that he wanted to retreat into the crowd, everyone separated in two directions and couldn't help but murmured, "Second manager, don't harm anyone!"

"Yes, that child is hopeless. You can't harm us all just for him."

Liu Yuan turned his head and glared at everyone.