Chapitre 1205: Great Success Warlock Martial Artist

The streets were in chaos.

No one dared to do anything about it.

This gorgeous young man must have a powerful background.

Braydon Neal slowly turned around and saw a little girl in coarse clothes behind him. She was so scared that she was crying loudly. She was holding a rattle drum in her hand. Her parents were nowhere to be seen. She was standing alone on the road crying loudly. No one from amongst the chaotic crowd stepped out to do something about it.

The aborigine girl was at most five years old.

Braydon didn't have a good impression of aborigine martial artists, but he wouldn't ignore a child dying in front of him.

If the Northern King was this cold-blooded…

It probably meant that the Thousand Feathers Technique had been completely mastered, and there was no humanity left in him.

"Don't cry, little girl!" Braydon said with a gentle smile. He bent over and picked her up.

"It is her glory for God to have mercy upon her."