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Chapter 259 Dragon (2)

At this moment, the way the two of them get along seems to have completely changed.

There are many problems in turning into small stones, and Long became very frugal with words.

The dragon flew up to the forest with the small stone and saw torches all over the mountain.

A fine snow was falling from the sky, falling into the fire and on people's heads and shoulders. The white snow reflected the light of the torches, making the night as bright as day.

The villagers holding torches were all facing in one direction, their eyes focused on a burning fire.

There were people in the fire, squatting and kneeling, hugging each other, twisted into two charred silhouettes in the flames.

The figure was not unfamiliar. Little Stone realized something. He widened his eyes and tears silently fell from his eyes.

Little Stone stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He seemed to have become the silly boy who was laughed at by everyone in the village and did not know how to resist.

He forgot about fear and despair.

It was so cold that it froze his voice.

Little Stone screamed wildly in his heart, and finally uttered a few words weakly.

He said: "Mother."

He read: "Brother Kai."

In the face of death, everything becomes insignificant.

Little Stone stumbled into the fire and dragged out the red-hot firewood one by one.

He yelled, "Mom!"

He shouted, "Brother Kai!"

He shouted: "Save them, I beg you, save them."

The flames were merciless, burning through his sleeves and onto his body.

Little Stone forgot the pain and only remembered to save people.

This scene seemed like a human tragicomedy, and what the onlookers saw was endless sorrow and helplessness.

Little Stone's cries echoed through the mountains and forests, but could not change the already predetermined outcome.

But it was all too late.

His efforts were in vain.

After a long time, the fires on the mountain went out one by one, but the snow was still falling.

Jiang Ke knelt on the ground, with a pile of charcoal burned into black ash in front of him.

He raised his face, which was covered with a few streaks of black ash that had mixed with traces of tears and formed a layer of crust, as if he was wearing a layer of armor.

He lost his expression and let the snow fall on his face, his eyes filled with emptiness, confusion and puzzlement.

He said, “Is this your nightmare?”

Long stood quietly behind him, with the black mist lingering behind his small body.

Life is fragile and human nature is exposed.

Jiang Ke was very weak, but he suddenly laughed and called out, "Ren Wensi."

Jiang Ke is not a little stone, he is a child who grew up in a honey pot.

Jiang Ke said, "Come here."

The dragon didn't move, but the white butterfly on its horn flew to Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke looked at Bai Die and laughed, but his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Before he fell, the dragon's figure disappeared, and a tall and silent man walked out of the black fog.

The man half-knelt behind Jiang Ke and caught his limp body.

Jiang Ke wrapped her arms around his wrist and whispered, "Director Ren, I've got you."

Appropriate showing of weakness is effective, like now.

This is especially effective when your partner is a stubborn person.

Jiang Ke raised his hand, and Ren Wens lowered his head at the right time.

Jiang Ke touched the branch-like horn on his head and said with a smile, "Bloom a flower, Director Ren."

Ren Wens didn't say anything. The black mist behind him condensed into black butterflies, which fell one by one on the horns of Ren Wens' head.

Jiang Ke smiled again, her hand slid down her temples to touch his face: "So good."

Jiang Ke said, "I'm so sleepy, Director Ren."

Ren Wensi hugged him and said, "Go to sleep if you are tired."

Jiang Ke closed her eyes and fell into a deep dream.