Looking at that figure from behind, Su Tang felt an inexplicable sense of palpitations, as if something ominous was about to happen.

"Chris!" Su Tang's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked in disbelief at the hand that pierced Chris' chest.

Jonal seemed to have won the fight and was filled with the joy of a winner.

"Krolin, you forced me to do this!"

Chris spat out blood, which stained his clothes red. He also reached out and pierced Jonal's heart.

That was Crolin's heart, it was beating alive and full of life.

Chris closed his eyes and crushed the heart resolutely. Jonal was unbelieving at first, and then he was furious.

"This is impossible! How could you kill me? What on earth did you do?!"

Jonal has the power of healing, so even if he loses his heart, he can still survive. How could he be killed by Chris?

But the feeling of the soul being separated from the body is real.

"I can't possibly die! Impossible!"

Su Tang stumbled closer, Krolin's hands still on him, and Su Tang wiped his tears.

"Orcs are very strong. You'll be fine, right?"

Chris turned his head with difficulty to look at her. She smiled brightly, her eyelashes slightly closed, and her delicate face was as pale as paper, like a porcelain doll that was about to break.

Su Tang stood up and looked at the group of beast kings in the distance, "Aren't you the elders? Who has the ability to heal? Save him!"

"Why aren't you talking? Are you all dumb? Don't forget, it was Chris who went to the dungeon to save you! Without him, there's no way you could have recovered your strength!"

"You are just repaying kindness with enmity, and not helping others in need!"

Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and they all avoided Su Tang's gaze. Su Tang was right, Chris did save them.

But the elders speak with their fists. If they had the innate abilities of a witch doctor, they wouldn’t be here.

Cedric walked closer. He just felt a familiar aura. It must be the person who took action.

Well, that person had invested so much in Su Tang, how could he tolerate her dying like this.

"useless."

Su Tang seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and held Cedric's arms.

"Cedric, you have the best solution, please save Chris, please!"

"Tang...Tang..." Chris's weak voice came, Su Tang immediately ran to his side and responded to him in a trembling voice, "I'm here, I'm here, Chris."

Chris stretched out his bloodless hand and stroked Su Tang's cheek, "I may... not be able to... continue to walk with you..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and Su Tang had to move closer to hear it.

"The prince finally... is with... the rose... It seems... I, ahem... he's not your prince... Don't cry... I love it most when you smile..."

Chris was crying and laughing at the same time, and Su Tang's heart skipped a beat. Even at this time, he did not forget to make jokes to make her happy.

But how could Su Tang laugh?

Su Tang placed her hand on the back of his hand and forced a smile, "Silly boy, you are my prince!"

"I never regret...everything...I did for you..."

"I don't understand...what love is...but I should be...love..."

The further he spoke, the slower he spoke, until finally, the faint sound gradually disappeared.

Su Tang waited for a long time, she let go of her hands on her face, and her palms fell weakly to the ground.

Her little wolf left her forever.

Su Tang cried so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. Cedric helped him up and looked at the two bodies on the ground in a daze. The two brothers' hands were inserted into each other's chest, with their heads hanging down, as if they were nestling in each other's arms.

The grief surged over her, and Su Tang finally lost her voice and fainted in Cedric's arms.

The evening glow was setting, and the orange-red light was sprinkled on the eaves and the ground, revealing an indescribable warmth.

A gorgeously decorated carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, and a gentle woman with silver hair slowly got out of the carriage. She walked briskly and ran straight towards the man in the distance.

The door of the villa was open, and a handsome silver-haired man was standing at the door. He turned around, gently hugged the woman, and kissed her forehead affectionately.

Beside the two of them stood a delicate young man.

After running all the way, the little wolf, who was exhausted and gasping for breath, stood there in a daze. His originally beautiful and smooth fur was now gray and no one knew where it had gone. There were also some thorns stuck on his body.

Looking at the three people in the distance, Little Wolf's eyes were full of confusion. He opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.

"My dear little Chris, why don't you come over yet? I brought you your favorite dessert!" The woman waved at him, her eyes full of tenderness.

The silver-haired man hugged the woman's waist, and was very distressed by her stubbornness. He pinched his brows and scolded her sternly but lovingly, "It seems that you need to do more homework recently. You are so irritable all day long!"

The delicate-looking boy opened his arms towards him, still as gentle as ever.

"Chris, come here, we should go home!"

The little wolf hesitated, but still took a step and threw himself into the boy's arms, soiling his clean clothes.

The boy hugged the little wolf, the woman hugged the boy, and the man opened his broad arms to hug his lover and child.

The family of four snuggled together, bathed in the sunset, warm and sweet.

"Welcome home, Chris."

[When I first created Chris, I set this ending, but I didn't expect that you all liked the little wolf so much. I struggled for a long time and decided to continue with this ending. Perhaps, for Chris, this ending is the best, reuniting with his family in another world. ]

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