As time passed, Huo Yuhao, being young, gradually became more normal under the influence of his companions. However, deep in his heart, he always felt very alone. Companions, friends, after all, are not relatives! And in this world, in his heart, there were no longer any relatives. He practiced his cultivation desperately, wasn't he also trying to avoid the loneliness and silence that haunted him in his midnight dreams?
At this moment, his flowing tears were shed for Ma Xiaotao's words, "Whoever dares to bully you, I will burn them into roasted suckling pig to vent your anger."
Sister, if I had a sister, she could rightfully ask for my help to suppress the evil fire, rightfully protect me, take care of me. The word sister was really so strange, so unfamiliar to him.
"What are you crying for?" Ma Xiaotao was immediately stunned by Huo Yuhao's crying. But Huo Yuhao had already pounced from the sofa and hugged her tightly, bursting into loud sobs.
