My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1289 - You Can’t Save Him

Chapter 1289: You Can’t Save Him

“This humble one is Liu Yuan, the second manager of Jiaozhong Fortification’s City Lord’s Estate.” That level-seven mystic cultivator lamented, “Both the city lord and city lord madam have passed away in this sudden catastrophe.”
At this time, a small boy around seven to eight years old charged out like a small calf toward Mo Lian and Qiao Mu, whining repeatedly, “Why did you people come so late? My dad and mom have both died! It’s all your fault, it’s you people who came so late! You’re all useless, useless! Useless!”
“Youngest Young Sir, Youngest Young Sir.” Liu Yuan strode up with an awkward expression and dragged over that kicking and wailing boy. He explained to Mo Lian apologetically with a bitter smile, “This is the youngest young sir of the City Lord’s Estate. Everyone, apologies, his parents’ death has given the child a big shock.”
Qiao Mu cast that child an indifferent glance, and suddenly, she shook her petite hand, aiming her pitch-black crow repeating crossbow at that seven to eight-year-old boy.
Liu Yuan jolted in fright, and he hastily stuck out his sleeves to hold the boy. He then dragged the boy backwards repeatedly in his terror. “D-Don’t, what are you doing? This lady, our, our youngest young sir talks wildly and does not accord the proper respect to his seniors, b-but could you please spare his life on account of his young age.”
“You think I want to kill him just because he scolded me?” Qiao Mu gazed apathetically at that Second Manager Liu Yuan.
She only felt that this person was being very absurd.
Although she wasn’t a good person, she wasn’t that narrow-minded.
There was only one reason for her to make a move—
“This child has been infected. Look at his eyes. Judging from the extent of his mutation, he will completely lose his reason in less than 16 hours.”
When she finished speaking this, the crowd instantly turned silent, and everyone spontaneously retreated backwards in horror.
The second manager of the City Lord’s Estate’s, Liu Yuan, also unwittingly released his grip, but then he recalled something and embraced that child again. He shook his head repeatedly while arguing, “No, that is not possible. It is not like this. This miss, you must be mistaken, no?”
“You’re just deceiving yourself as well as other people.” The crow repeating crossbow in Qiao Mu’s hand was already prepared for release, and she creased her brows. “Step aside, do not be so soft-hearted.”
“No, I will not yield.” Second Manager Liu Yuan did not understand his own rationale. He only knew that there was a belief supporting himself deep inside his heart that he absolutely had to save this orphan of the City Lord’s Estate.
He absolutely had to save him!
“You can’t save him!” Qiao Mu continued coldly, “Even if you can protect him for several hours now, once time is up, he will completely mutate with no cure for it.”
“No, there is a cure. This miss, you must have a cure when you have such extraordinarily remarkable powers, right?”
Qiao Mu shook her head in exasperation. “There is no cure.”
At least the current her was unable to do anything about it at all.
They could only helplessly watch on as the people who got infected and mutated walked step by step towards the abyss of death. Apart from that, there was no other way out.
“No!” Second Manager Liu Yuan hugged that boy tightly as he retreated backwards step by step.
However, that group of refugees around him would not have it. When they saw that he wanted to duck inside the crowd, everyone parted to the sides and started protesting, “Second Manager, don’t you harm other people!”
“That’s right, there’s already no cure for that child. You can’t endanger us all just for him.”
Liu Yuan abruptly whisked his head around to glower at everyone.