Chapter 72

Fortunately, as soon as Merlin mentioned Martha, his tear ducts collapsed, and tears flowed in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks to the floor.

Little Henry was very guilty of the fact that his mother was taken away, and he was very sorry in his heart. Although the child who was a little bit older, he had already put his life and death out of the picture. If he wanted to fight with the vicious goblins, he would leave his mother.

Thinking of his incompetence, and watching his mother be taken away by the goblins, Henry hated himself and had to make up for his fault anyway.

"Ah? Really?" Mei Lin was stunned. He didn't expect that he had guessed the same, except that his boss wife was taken away. This was the worst situation.

"Uncle Merlin let go!" Little Henry broke free when Merlin was distracted, and ran out without knowing his head.

"Henry! What are you doing?!" Merlin was really troublesome, but regardless of the little Henry, he felt a little unhappy.

"I want to use my father's sword to rescue my mother!" Little Henry stopped, crying and yelled back.

"You give me just a little bit, don't know anything, it will only add to the chaos if you go, and staying here is the safest." Merlin frowned and said impatiently.

"I don't want it! I don't want to sit here and wait to die!" Little Henry roared angrily.

"You are so weak, what can you do if you go?" Meilin exudes a bit of majesty, obviously angry. He doesn't like the guy who knows he is weak and wants to die stupidly, this kind of guy who can't see himself clearly. , It is really annoying.

"I know I am incompetent, but what about it? Does it make me help my mother? It is better to put my hope on others than to do it myself! Mom is the person I have been guarding! So I must go!" Little Henry finished speaking and ran outside, walking through the rain curtain of the night, "I am different from Uncle Merlin who can only eat and wait to die..."

Hey Hey hey!

I am one of the Seven Kings of the Demon Race!

No one has ever dared to talk to me like this!

What is the tone of contempt and despise?

Merlin frowned, looking at the rain curtain outside, lost in thought

"Dad is not at home, I am the only man in the family, so I will guard my mother!"

He recalled what he had said when he went home with little Henry, that weak but strong figure limped home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Even if little Henry is a child, he has the consciousness to take responsibility.

Yes, everyone has something to protect their lives, and fighting for protection is worthy of admiration.

Although the little Henry is very weak and takes up the sword very hard, but the posture of blocking his life to protect his mother is really cool and awe-inspiring.

As a king, I have to face a human bear child.

Oops, something seems to be burning in your chest?

"Really, this hot-blooded fool will cause others trouble..."

Merlin stroked her forehead and talked helplessly

Henry, feel honored.

I, the arrogant monarch of the demons.

For the first time willing to draw a sword for humans!

Although I am ruthless, cold-blooded, and lazy with advanced cancer.

But I can't bear to see what a child guards is trampled on...

Merlin felt that she was taken care of by Sister Martha a lot, and should help at this time.

The demons are an absolutely fair race. Since they are favored, they must be repaid. This is not morality, but the law of survival!

Merlin would never admit that he was infected by little Henry. Even if he has been a demon for more than 200 years, he still has a trace of human values ​​in his heart.

Merlin turned around, drank the vodka on the wine table, hiccuped, picked up his coat and walked out.

"Brother Merlin, what are you going to do?"

"It's dangerous outside, stay with us here."

When the two female customers saw that Merlin was leaving, they were shocked.

"The two ladies stay here first, and it will be much safer when they leave at dawn."

"Why are you leaving suddenly, isn't it good to be with us?" a girl asked, looking pitifully.

"Because... I suddenly felt that being a hero occasionally feels good..."

Merlin smiled kindly, did not stay longer, turned and left, and entered the rain curtain under the dark night.

He put his black coat on his body and swept away the mottled rain.

Merlin looked up at the dark cloud, without the slightest expression on his face. The big raindrops hit the handsome face, and he silently touched the big sword on his waist

Hero?

It really doesn't suit me...