Chapter 680: Xiao Xuan

Powerless despair.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, he painfully watched the girl standing before him.

I...

I'm a waste...

I actually still need my own daughter to protect me...

Why...

I can't do anything!!

Scenes from before the Apocalypse flashed by.

Linjiang City Hospital.

He seemed to see the little girl on the hospital bed, feigning strength to comfort himself, who was crying in pain on the bed.

(Dad... Xuan doesn't hurt...)

With tubes inserted, her tiny hand, so slender it seemed it could break, awkwardly placed on his head, gently stroking him.

In the room filled with disinfectant, the girl's face was pallid, her lips devoid of blood, as white as the sheets, an empty white.

(Xuan... will get better...)

She was also afraid; she didn't know why Dad was crying.

But she still chose to act like a little adult, painstakingly helping the man tidy his messy hair.

Looking at the pink backpack with a small bear hanging in front of the hospital bed, a flicker of longing for the future flashed in her eyes.

(Dad... when can I go back... to school...)

(The backpack is brought... is it to go to school...)

In her weak voice, the girl missed school a little.

Under the parents' well-intentioned lies, she didn't know what that thin diagnosis sheet actually meant.

She only knew that the family had spent a lot of money, Mom worked hard every day and could hardly see her.

The family's house had also been moved; Mom said they were moving to a bigger house.

Once she recovered, they could return to the new home.

Looking at his daughter's eyes, the man trembled as he opened his mouth, suppressing the choked sorrow in his chest.

He dared not tell the girl that the backpack held a withdrawal application.

An hour ago, the doctor found him.

In a look of pity, he didn't say much, just sighed and shook his head.

(The subsequent treatment has no meaning.)

(No matter how much money is spent, it only prolongs her suffering.)

(Save the money, and stay with the child for her final journey....)

After receiving that white paper, the man hid in the toilet and cried for a long, long time before daring to return.

(You came...)

Outside the ward, a woman with a weary face held a metal lunchbox, leaning against the door.

Her eyes were full of fatigue.

She blankly glanced at her former husband, her clenched fingers turning bluish and trembling slightly.

(Click-snap)

Outside the door, the two exchanged a glance and fell into silence.

After a long while, the woman pulled out a contract from her pocket and instinctively looked up at the girl holding a toy inside the room.

(The house... I sold it...)

(I really can't bear it... the child just left like this...)

Mid-sentence, the woman could no longer hold back and covered her face, sobbing.

To treat the illness, she had already sold everything she could sell.

Her husband divorced her two years ago due to bankruptcy, and she has been working alone outside since.

Once a happy family, now shattered.

("I know.. I know...")

(Treat... I must treat!... I still have some money...)

The man pulled out a crumpled bill from his pocket, the last of his savings.

His voice choked with sobs; even when driven to desperation, deep in debt, he had never lost heart.

Faced with such a cruel reality, he could no longer restrain his emotions.

Yes.

Even if he gave everything, he could not save his daughter's life.

But how could they bear to just give up?

If there were gods in this world, he would be willing to trade his life for his daughter's.

God, if you truly exist.

Please, please save my daughter...!

I am willing to offer everything I have!

In the hallway, people came and went.

People numb, watched the two squatting on the ground, wailing in pain, unmoved.

This is the hospital.

Someone said.

Every wall of the hospital had heard prayers more devout than those in a church.

No one knew how long had passed.

The man only remembered staggering to his feet.

Tomorrow is his daughter's birthday.

He thought it over and decided to give his daughter one last birthday.

He carefully peeked through the door crack at the little bear beside his daughter's bed and decided to buy a doll.

Xiao Xuan would like it.

Dragon's Might befell him, even though the Red-Clothed Mutant intercepted much of it with psychic power.

But as an ordinary person, his legs were instantly crushed.

Like a burden of a thousand jin.

Those claws looming before him jolted his memory.

In the distance, Lin An frowned slightly.

"Black Dragon, spare his life."

The command was given instantly, causing the little one to blink in surprise.

"Why, Dad, won't you let me kill this little bug?"

In Black Dragon's simple mind, besides Lin An, everything was a little bug that could be killed.

Noncommittal.

Lin An didn't explain much to Black Dragon.

It was simple.

He saw that the man probably knew the little girl before the Apocalypse.

Moreover, perhaps he was the mutant's father?

Thinking of the information he had seen in the ward.

The "Xiao Xuan" the man spoke of was Xuan Ziyi.

It was the name of the Red-Clothed Mutant before mutation.

After killing the little girl, he intended to obtain some information from the man's mouth.

Mutated due to a brain tumor, there was definitely something wrong.

He certainly needed to uncover the truth of the matter.

He retracted his claws.

Black Dragon then turned to attack the mutant, intentionally controlling the airflow to instantly 'send' the man to the hall corner,

Really... troublesome...

Without hesitation.

Lin An took a deep breath and directly activated his Dual Form again.

"Demon!"

"Hell!"

"Destruction!"

Under the triple skill.

His figure flickered again, turning into an afterimage as he rushed to slay the Red-Clothed Mutant entangled with Black Dragon.

Having activated the Hell State in advance, he struck without restraint.

In an instant, he arrived.

Instantly slashing out an afterimage with Cain's Blade, he easily tore the entire floor into ruins.

Originally a hundred-meter high-level building, it now swayed on the verge of collapse.

Ultra-fast battle.

In the Hell State, Lin An abandoned all defenses, his whole body turning into several phantoms, violently chopping out sword after sword.

Speaking solely of power and attack burst, Lin An, who possessed the limit, was undoubtedly somewhat stronger than Black Dragon.

Just a few seconds.

A large amount of blood burst from the Red-Clothed Mutant's body.

The wound was deep enough to see the bone.

The girl's red dress, stained with blood, became even more vivid.

Hall corner.

The man looked at the battle scene before him, filled with an aura of destruction, showing no sign of fear.

He only heard Xiao Xuan's painful screams.

That demon and Black Dragon were massacring his daughter!

He hated his own helplessness so much.

The man struggled to crawl forward with his hands, incessantly throwing rubble at Black Dragon.

"Come kill me!"

"Come on!!"

His face was crazed.

Lin An looked at the man, inevitably feeling some impatience, and casually released a psychic force, holding the man in place.

As the battle continued.

The anthropomorphic emotion in the Red-Clothed Mutant's eyes also silently and slowly faded away.