Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

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Recalling his wife's words, he seemed to regain his energy.

However, this made him unable to calm down.

The memory was mobilized again.

Why, your child is a child, and other people's children are not children?

Can a person who kills other people's children still enjoy the good life with his own children?

Emotions began to fluctuate violently.

My heart, which I thought I was completely relieved, boiled again.

After becoming a guerrilla, for the sake of the Southeast Asian Association, he has put his own life and death aside.

So even after knowing his own destiny, there is no fluctuation.

However, that's not how strong his heart is, but because he didn't have a good life at all.

When I saw my life getting better, my wife's smile, my bulging belly, and my baby's little feet kicking...

Want to live, want to live...

He involuntarily spoke out.

Tears rained down.

……

in live broadcast.

A strange picture was displayed, which seemed to have a hazy feeling.

But it can convey a feeling of empathy.

A small paddy field.

A body seemed to crash into it.

Behind him, there seemed to be a shadow coming, which made people feel a sense of urgency.

At this time, suddenly, a sickle was drawn from the rice field.

bang.

It seems that even the live broadcast has been broken.

The figure with the scythe fell to the ground.

When he got closer, the ferocious aura seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a thin young man.

He came to harvest rice. Here is a hidden place that he found with great difficulty. He planted rice here as his family's ration. Although it is not much, it can make the family eat more.

The hero was chased by the villains and rescued by the innocent boy.

Such a beautiful story did not happen.

Men with guns, in the eyes of children, are not good people.

He wanted to kill this young man to protect his family's rations.

But for the young man who was running for his life, that moment was too tense, and he who was being chased subconsciously made a move.

"This is the memory of your hero. It is the most real feeling he ever had. Not only his behavior, but even his heart can be called out. From then on, not only the criminals cannot delete the evidence of the crime, but even their attitude can also be exposed.”

Among the golden rice fields.

The blood from the boy's corpse seemed to be unable to flow cleanly, dyeing the golden rice fields red.

A figure knelt in the rice field.

"sorry Sorry……"

"forgive me……"

"I still have kids and I want to live."

Sam crawled to the side of the child on his knees.

He picked up the child's body.

Men, children, hands, blood.

"Ma'am, congratulations, it's a boy."

in the hospital.

The doctor holds the child in his hands and smiles.