C8

Clang!

The wooden door shattered into two in front of Murong Hao, raising a cloud of dust. The dim kennel was instantly illuminated by the sunlight, revealing the Ink Mist that was located in the center.

She was lying on the ground on her stomach with her hands folded over each other as if she was pressing something. The white and delicate arm that had been exposed was tightly bitten by the black dog. Blood flowed out like a stream. The whimpers of the angry attack and the moans of Inkyan's low sobs rubbed against his eardrums.

"Ink Yan!"

Murong Hao shouted in shock! The long sword in his hand once again drove the silver light towards the black dog!

"Aooouuu ~ ~ ~"

The black dog was cut in half by the sword. It was so fast that it did not even have the time to make a sound. Its legs went stiff as it let go of its mouth.

Ink Yan, who was lying on the ground, started crying and kept shaking her head.

"Sorry, sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose."

"Sorry ~"

The dog that attacked him was already dead, why did the person that was attacked still say he was sorry?

Murong Hao was puzzled and took a few more steps. It was only then that he noticed that Mo Yan was sitting up, trembling as she opened her palm, revealing the pink ball of flesh hidden inside. It was obvious that it had just been born. It did not even open its eyes, but it already instinctively rubbed against the girl's palm in search of warmth.

Mo Yan turned her head around, holding the puppy and crying towards Murong Hao. Her face was filled with guilt towards the entire world, and her voice was choked with sobs. Murong Hao, it doesn't have a mother anymore. There was no mother when she was born. "

"I've let it down."

Murong Hao nodded his head and went down to check on Ink Yan's injured arm. Anger rose in her heart when she saw that a bloody bite had suddenly appeared on her white arm.

"Dogs are dogs, they can never cross the line. Its mother tried to attack you, so I killed her. I believe that in the future, it will remember this point and will no longer dare to attack anyone even at death's door? "

Murong Hao had originally thought this was the best comfort. Whenever Ink Yan left a snack, she would kneel down and swear her loyalty.

However, after thinking about it thousands of times, he did not expect that Mo Yan would be angry. "Her teary eyes stared at him, and she held up the little dog, sobbing." I said I'm sorry! "

Murong Hao slightly opened his mouth. He really wanted to ask if the dog had bitten him, why did you say you'd let it down?

In the blink of an eye, tears filled her eyes.

"Dog is a creature that has simple thoughts. If it wasn't for Senior Servant Hua controlling it, how could it give up on its children to attack me? If you do not attack me, how could you have killed me, your highness? "

"But His Highness the Crown Prince thinks that its death is not enough! It's like a decades-long war between the Big Dipper and the Sirius. There was only victory and defeat. No one cared about the lives of the commoners beneath the surface. No one cared about whether the old people and children, who had low lives, were cold or warm, or hungry or full. I want to ask your highness, your highness, how innocent are these elderly people and children after losing the war?! "

"Why do they have to live like this just because the death of someone in the upper echelons is not enough for them? Isn't everything born equal?! "

Murong Hao immediately turned into a mute, standing straight on the spot while wearing his armor. No one could see the expression on his face. It was as if he had stepped onto the clouds on the spot and become the prince with a high status. The joy, anger, and sorrow of the people had nothing to do with him from then on.

However, from the angle that she was kneeling on the ground and looking up at, the wrist of the armor-clad Murong Hao, which was holding onto a long sword, was visibly trembling.

"Shui Yan!"

It was only after a long time that she heard Murong Hao, who was standing in front of her, calling her name. His voice was very soft.

Ah? Ink Yan's eyes widened as she looked at Murong Hao in guesswork. What was he trying to say to her?

And then, dang lang —!

The long sword in Murong Hao's hand fell to the ground, landing next to the dog corpse that had been cut into two halves. The white-cloaked, silver-armored Murong Hao knelt down on one knee. Using an ordinary angle, he said these three words with extreme seriousness.

"I'm sorry."