Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

"Do you want a hug?"

As soon as Mu Jing finished asking this sentence, he felt more weight in his arms.

Mu Yang knelt on the ground, clinging to his sister tightly and not letting go.

"You don't think this posture is awkward." Mu Jing patted his little butt and hugged him into his arms, away from those people, walked further away and stood by the window.

Mu Yang, who was still sad, bit his lip and lay in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder, sobbing, but not speaking.

"scared?"

He lowered his head to see the pitiful appearance of the person in his arms, but he rubbed his neck like a kitten seeking warmth to avoid the cold, and saw nothing.

Mu Jing thought for a while. When he did it himself, he was sure that Zhou Qiyang was covering the eyes of the little devil's head, so it was impossible to see the horrifying scene, and the direction of the corpse's fall would not allow Mu Yang to see the whole picture, so that he would not would scare him.

Why?

gun?

Mu Jing, who found the problem, dragged the chair to the window and sat down, silently waiting for his younger brother to calm down a little, then patted him and said, "Tell me why you are crying."

Mu Yang was particularly wronged and whispered: "I'm afraid my sister will die..."

"Um?"

"The gun... pointed at my sister..."

Mu Yang tried his best to lean into her arms, holding her tighter, "If my sister is shot, she will die. I don't want my sister to die."

"I won't die."

Mu Jing felt his strong uneasiness, and his voice was much gentler than usual, "We will encounter more dangerous things in the future than today, so you have to get used to it and accept the current world."

"I, I have worked very hard to get used to it..." Mu Yang grabbed her clothes, "But even if I get used to it, I will still be afraid."

He was afraid that she would get hurt, it would hurt her, and he didn't want her sister to hurt.

"Sister, I want to grow up quickly, so that I can protect my sister."

"Just think about this kind of thing. Your journey to grow up is longer than others' journey to learn scriptures from the west. Take your time."

Mu Jing complained without hesitation, not seeing the warmth just now.

Mu Yang snorted, "I don't care, I will grow up soon!"

"soon?"

"Yes! It's faster than learning scriptures from the West!"

"Oh, then you have to work hard."

Scratching his chin with his hand, seeing how he was tickling and dodging, he said with a smile: "Little crying bag."

"It's not the little crying bag!"

Mu Yang smiled and narrowed his eyes and retorted in her arms, "Hahaha, it's so itchy, sister, don't, don't scratch it!"

The crisp laughter attracted the attention of others. Before anyone was dissatisfied, Mu Jing stopped, tapped the tip of his nose, and said, "Don't be too loud, huh?"

"Know it!"

Mu Yang, who was coaxed by her sister, did not intend to get off her body, and continued to lie on her stomach, "Sister, why is your body always cold? Brother Yang and the others are all hot."

"Everybody's body temperature is different."

"Really?" Mu Yang looked at her curiously, and wanted to ask further, when his sister said: "Did you just say you wanted to protect me?"

"Hmm!" What's wrong?

Seeing his younger brother's piercing eyes full of curiosity, Mu Jing said, "From now on, let's exercise with your Brother Yang."

"ah?"

Mu Jing flicked his fleshy face, and could still see a slight tremor, "A boy, if he doesn't have a strong body, how can he protect the person he wants to protect?"