Chapitre 817: The White mask

Panic spread, and the area in the far north fell.

After the fear was gone, what was left was a scene of devastation and corpses with twisted faces everywhere.

Ming Xiao didn't know why he didn't die, but he didn't care. He stayed by his mother's side, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

He cried because of his mother, and he laughed because of his mother.

He was crying because he never understood his mother's intentions. He laughed because his mother wanted him to laugh like this forever.

This was also the reason why his mother had given him this name.

After a day and a night, Ming Xiao walked out of the house with his mother's body in his arms.

However, before he could bury his mother's body, countless black shadows suddenly streaked across the sky and stood in front of him.

A bone-chilling cold hit him. Standing in front of these black shadows, Ming Xiao felt as if his heart had been grabbed, and even his breathing became slow.