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Chapter 277 He Just Didn’t Realize

Chapter 277 He Just Didn’t Realize

Yes.

I got lost in this dangerous and terrifying mountain forest with green mountains, lush vegetation, steep cliffs, and terrifying scenery.

He looked around in confusion, but could not see the snow-white figure.

Mo Ze was not walking on a road that was dug by humans, or he had no concept of roads. He only cared about taking the shortest route, and his route was messy. He only lowered his head to chase Mo Ze, not paying attention at all. After losing the target, he looked back blankly, and there were patches of thorns and weeds all around, with no way to go.

After a brief thought, Xiao decided not to leave and just stood there, waiting for Mo Ze to turn around.

Mo Ze did come back soon. He saw the slender white jade fingers push aside the branches in front of him, revealing a shocking face without any expression.

"What are you doing here?"

Mo Ze asked him.

He didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say anything.

Fortunately, Mo Ze didn't need his answer. His eyes flashed as if he knew something. He made an impatient "tsk" sound, pulled his hand, and continued forward.

It was the first time that Xiao was treated like this by someone. The large hand completely wrapped around his hand, and the temperature coming from the palm was completely different from what it showed, it was scorching hot.

His fingers couldn't help but tremble, and his heart felt like it was being stirred by a stick. He didn't know what this feeling was, he just felt very uncomfortable, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Mo Ze was not someone who would accommodate others. He just pulled him forward with one hand, not considering whether he would not be able to keep up, would bump into some branches, or would he be so tired that he would be dragged like a dead dog...

Xiao hasn't felt this way for a long time.

He felt weak all over and wanted to stand up but couldn't. He hadn't eaten for two days and was in a trance. He almost fainted several times, but woke up every time after being dragged by Mo Ze.

His ankle had been rubbed to the point of bleeding, with the tendons and bones even faintly exposed, leaving an eye-catching bloodstain in the woods.

This is pure abuse.

Mo Hanyu felt anxious just by listening to it. His brows were furrowed and he was about to speak.

In fact, Xiao also thought that he did it on purpose at first, but when passing by a wide river, Mo Ze turned around and wanted to say something to him, and was obviously stunned when he saw him.

"Why is it like this?"

Mo Ze didn't understand. It was only a short while, how come the child in his arms became so dying?

Humans are indeed fragile.

Mo Ze just thought he was being delicate, so he said nothing, gently let go, and let him collapse to the ground.

The owl's legs and feet were covered in mud, and the mixture of blood and mud made its wounds look particularly hideous. There were seeds of some bushes stuck to its body, and there were tiny bloody scratches on its face from being scratched by tree branches. It looked extremely miserable.

He was breathing slowly and realized that Mo Ze was waiting for the ferryman in the middle of the river, so he struggled to stand up again.

But because of the injury on his foot, he failed to do so several times.

The ferryman came, stuck his long oar into the mud, and asked Mo Ze something he couldn't understand.

Mo Ze replied with the same words.

The ferryman noticed him collapsed on the ground, and when he asked something, his voice was full of surprise and worry.

Mo Ze didn't say anything else and picked him up with one hand.

A cool and refreshing breath spread along his spine to his limbs. His ankle, which was originally burning and stinging, seemed to be gently washed by a cool spring, and the pain gradually dissipated. When he looked down, he was surprised to find that the wound had completely healed, as if he had never been injured.

Because Mang Ling had demonstrated similar methods before, he was not surprised for too long and quickly turned his attention to Mo Ze.

Mo Ze carried him onto the boat and threw him away. He thought he could stand firmly, but he felt weak and dizzy.

He was a little confused as to why this happened.

Yes... I'm hungry.

The hesitant brain finally found the answer, but it was too weak to utter it. The blurry vision could not see the white figure clearly, and he stammered a few times before fainting on the ground.

I am starving again...

The corner of Mo Hanyu's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but want to curse.

"He... is just like that?" Mo Hanyu looked at Qin Xiao in disbelief, "You have been thinking about him for so many years?!"

Qin Xiao was stunned, not understanding why he was so excited: "I think it's okay——"

"What a ghost!" Mo Hanyu said angrily, "He is obviously——"

"He just didn't realize it." Qin Xiao said softly, his eyes still gentle when he mentioned Mo Ze.

Qin Xiao wasn't very good at telling stories, and his explanations were disjointed.

Although Mo Ze's behavior was very bad when they first met, he did not think it was intentional abuse.

Mo Ze just didn't realize it.

He didn't need to eat to stay alive, nor would he be tired from two days of continuous running around. It was even more incomprehensible why he remained silent even though he was clearly feeling uncomfortable.

At this time, Xiao was unable to express his feelings - although he rarely expressed them in the future.

But the difference is that he won’t think about it in the future, but at this moment, he can’t think about it.

Mo Ze was too cold to him, and there were no familiar people around him, which led to Xiao always suppressing his emotions when they were together, and never speaking even if he felt uncomfortable.

He thought that this kind of life would last for a long time, but unexpectedly, since he fainted from hunger that time, Mo Ze never made any mistakes again.

He always stopped to rest when he felt tired; he would go to the town to buy him some food; he even conjured up gold bars to buy him new clothes and shoes when they didn't fit.

He always knew what Xiao needed and when. Although his attitude remained cold, Xiao no longer had to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

What changed their relationship was an accident.

It was in a busy and noisy town, crowded with people. Because when Mo Ze showed his true appearance, it would always cause a commotion. Some people would become dazed, while others would even faint.

Xiao was a little scared when he saw it for the first time.

So every time Mo Ze goes to a crowded place like a town, he will turn into a different appearance.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes, had black hair and black eyes, and looked very ordinary.

Therefore, let Xiao get separated from him in this crowd, and when he walked through the street and looked back, he saw strangers everywhere.

The owl looked around blankly, thought for a moment, and walked to a secluded corner to avoid being bumped into again.

Not long after he stood firm, he suddenly felt a biting chill behind him. Xiao was startled and looked back. He was covered by a dirty cloth and lost consciousness instantly.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a dark and messy room.

There were countless wooden cages piled around him, some covered with cloth, so he couldn't see what was inside. His hands were tied, and his legs felt sharp pain, as if they were broken and thrown together with a pile of boxes. His mouth was stuffed with a strange-smelling cloth, and his breath was mixed with an unknown smell of blood, which was very unpleasant.

But compared to the dark prison, the atmosphere here is still bearable.

The men in front of him spoke swear words, and he actually couldn't understand their language very well. He could only understand a very small number of the people he met along the way, and he didn't understand what most of them meant at all.

Just as Xiao was wondering what they were talking about, a chill attacked his back again, but this time, it did not bring any discomfort.

The rope fell silently to the ground. Mo Ze squatted behind him and stopped the severe pain in his legs with just a little effort. He watched him take the cloth out of his mouth with no expression on his face.

【Let’s go. 】

Obviously, Mo Ze didn't want to alarm those men. Xiao also agreed, nodded and wanted to leave, but heard a noise coming from behind.

Looking back suddenly, I saw that at some point the man had pulled out a one-year-old baby from a wooden cage covered with a cloth, and was lifting the baby up without mercy, motioning for others to start.

Then, the person next to him took out a piece of animal skin from somewhere, draped it over the child, and took out a hot iron to burn the edge of the skin.

The child screamed in terror, but was soon stuffed with cloth strips. His tender skin was quickly burned and eroded by the iron, and those people took the opportunity to cover it with fur to bond it to the skin.

Owl frowned and stopped.

He didn't know why he stopped at this moment, but he knew that the scene before him made him very unhappy.

More than unhappy.

He vaguely saw that room again, that bloodstained iron cage...

My heart seemed to be twisted together and it was very uncomfortable.

So he stopped and wanted to stop their behavior.

But what should he do?

What can be done to stop it?

He instinctively looked at Mo Ze, hoping to get some guidance.

Mo Ze raised his eyebrows slightly and crossed his arms, obviously not intending to help, but he gave guidance: "Just kill them, that's all."

The owl has learned to kill.

Liu Hongyu had taught him, and although he had never put it into practice, he thought he could give it a try.

So he took advantage of the dim light, recalled the method Liu Hongyu taught him, quietly came behind the person holding the baby, grasped the iron spike he picked up, and stabbed him fiercely the moment the person on the other side saw him.

He stabbed the throat and went straight through.

Although he knew that the heart was the most effective part, he currently couldn't control the accuracy and could only start with the most efficient neck.

The person who was stabbed was totally unprepared for his sneak attack, but still had the strength to struggle and shake him off. Before falling, Xiao pulled out the iron thorn and landed heavily on the ground. For a moment, his internal organs seemed to shift.

But he did not lose his focus, because the next second a kick appeared in front of him.

Xiao gritted his teeth and pierced the attacker's ankle from the side, and stabbed him a few more times while he was in pain.

But after all, the other side outnumbered them, and while he was still unable to stand up, they hit him on the back with an iron brand, causing him to feel severe pain in his spine, and he even thought it was broken.

The people around him said something loudly, probably curse words. Xiao struggled to get up, but was kicked hard and fell straight into the pile of wooden cages.

Only a few of the cages contained anything, and he smashed those cages to pieces. The flying wood chips pierced his skin, causing severe pain.

Xiao could feel the pain coming from his body, his skin was burning with pain, and liquid was oozing out... it was blood.

A hand suddenly grabbed his hair, forcing him to look into their eyes. Then he met a pair of terrifying scarlet eyes.

The man seemed to be cursing something, but he couldn't understand what he was saying. He just followed his heart and suddenly stabbed the scattered wooden sticks around him into his eyes.

He could not remember the rest of the events clearly, it was all very confusing. When he regained consciousness, the men were already dead and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body. He collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, without even the strength to get up.

A white foot appeared in the bloody field of vision, followed by the next one. The newcomer stood in front of him, and a familiar breath came to his face.

Moze...

He moved his lips, wanting to call his name, but no sound came out.

Mo Ze seemed to smile, and his cool fingers touched his forehead. The power of life filled his body again, bringing him back to life.

Xiao slowly sat up, still a little unresponsive, but when he saw the purple-red baby not far away, he quickly stepped forward and pulled out the cloth. The child was breathing smoothly, but was still crying.

He waved his hands around the baby helplessly. He didn't dare to tear off the fur stuck on the leather coat easily. He could only look at Mo Ze, waiting for a solution.

Mo Ze said nothing, with a hint of contempt.

He was puzzled. The next second, the door was kicked open, and a group of people wearing the same clothes rushed in. The leader looked around and focused his eyes on him.

Xiao was still puzzled.

A woman suddenly bumped out from behind the leader, stumbling as if she had gone mad. When she saw the baby beside him, she immediately rushed over, but like him, she was at a loss after seeing the marks on the child's body.

"My child, my child..." the woman kept muttering.

Before Xiao could be surprised that he could understand what she said, he saw her suddenly glaring at the two of them fiercely.

"You, who are you? You must be in cahoots with them... You kidnapped my child, damn it, damn it..."

The woman was mad and seemed to have lost her mind.

Mo Ze pulled him up and avoided the woman's pull. At this time, the leader also came over and asked who they were and whether they had anything to do with the dead body on the ground.

Suddenly, it was as if a pair of invisible hands tore the baby's skin off. Before the woman could scream, the wound on the child healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was completely healed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ze pointed his fingers at Xiao's forehead. This time, unlike before, he pulled out a silver thread from his forehead and threw it into the air. The silver thread split into two and went into the foreheads of the leader and the woman respectively.

The leader wanted to stop it, but the silver thread went straight through his palm and into his brain, and what had happened here before appeared in front of his eyes.

The woman's crazy expression paused, and she seemed to have regained consciousness. She looked at them stammeringly, as if she wanted to say something.

But Mo Ze had lost his patience and disappeared from the spot, grabbing his collar.

Left the town directly and went to the foot of a nearby mountain.

The owl suddenly realized what was going on, turned around, held onto the tree and started vomiting.

He... killed someone.