Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Nangong Jing was like a wooden man. She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be choked by a pair of invisible hands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound. Pantuo's tears kept slipping out of her eye sockets with confession...

These years, he really needs a breakthrough for self-salvation so much that he doesn't want to think about whether these words are true or not...

Jinyu was the first to recover, with red eyes, and asked in disbelief: "That is to say, what my dad killed was not his biological parents, but your common enemy... right?"

"Well..." Jian Junxi kept nodding, it was hard to describe the uncontrollable regret in his heart.

For revenge, almost ruined everything!
Fortunately, God arranged for her to save his biological mother.

Her cries were sad and desolate, like falling into an abyss of pain, her sobs were filled with remorse and despair, one after another, the sounds were heart-wrenching and heart-breaking.

It made everyone present feel as if a sharp knife had been cut through their hearts, and their cheeks were wet without knowing it...

"Ah..." Jinyu cried out as if she had been wronged by the sky.

"Hmm..." Qin Li covered her lips and cried, holding Jinyu tightly in her arms.

Nangong Jing buried her head on her neck, her shoulders kept shaking, no wonder Hannya was afraid to see her, no wonder he didn't dislike her body back then, no wonder he thought she was very kind.

No wonder she likes Jinyu so much, she never imagined that the woman who was tortured into that appearance is actually his real mother.

He couldn't accept it, even though he couldn't forgive himself, the remaining rationality kept persuading him that he had to accept this result.

In this case, what he personally killed was their common enemy, and they no longer had to stand on opposite sides.

But when he thought of his miserable mother, his grief was unspeakable, and the tears that he had endured for six years finally came out of his eyes.

Jian Junxi patted him on the back, cried and comforted him: "Woooooo... Aunt Banruo... is a good mother... Blame me for not protecting her well... I'm sorry..."

"Woooo...ah..." Nangong Jing's trembling body was hesitant and helpless, like a lonely child who couldn't find her parents.

Thinking of his mother's appearance, it was as if something had dug a huge hole in his heart, and the endless cold wind poured in, making him messy and painful, desperate to the extreme, and finally couldn't help crying out.

"Woooooo...I'm sorry...it's all my fault...it's all my fault for not protecting her well...it's all my fault...uuuuuu..."

Jian Junxi thought again of the night of the New Year's Eve, the last confession of his parents was still in his ears, and Aunt Banruo's appearance of being unable to make a sound was still vivid in his mind.

My heart ached like a knife, and my tears fell like blue pearls that had been unthreaded.

"Woooooooo..." Of course Nangong Jing knew that she could not be blamed, not only could she not be blamed, but she must also be thanked.

If she hadn't saved her mother and took good care of her, he would never have imagined where her mother would end up living.

Countless guilt and regret welled up in my heart, my tears were out of control in the cold wind, my throat seemed to be full of fishbone, and I couldn't say a word in a daze.

Jian Junxi felt that he was hugging him tighter and tighter, and collapsed beyond words. The heartache in her chest was as if she was about to die, and it was difficult to breathe. The tears of regret flowed more and more wantonly, washing her entire face.

When every emotion reaches the extreme, the rich appeal has never been seen before.