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Chapter 5032

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Beiming Lu's face was filled with concern as she stretched out her hand and gently caressed his head, "Zi Yi, what's the matter? Are you frightened by being here alone? "

Her hand had just touched Jiang Zi Yi.

The little boy seemed as though he was startled as he suddenly raised his head and shrunk backwards.

He raised his head.

Everyone saw Jiang Zi Yi's bright eyes and white teeth face which was filled with tear stains.

After a few days of interaction.

Everyone had a good impression of this obedient and sensible child.

Instantly, their hearts started to ache.

They all comforted Jiang Zi Yi.

But Jiang Zi Yi didn't say a single word as his little fists were tightly clenched.

The stalemate lasted for a joss stick's time.

A clear voice suppressed everyone's concerned voices as it rang in the air above the abandoned temple, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Under the flickering fire.

The peach robe and jet black haired young lady's figure was swaying so much that it looked illusory.

But that leisurely voice was still soft and there wasn't much emotion in it.

That little fellow who had been persuaded by everyone for half a day without any response.

Slightly, slowly, he raised his head as his red eyes looked towards Ye Qing Luo.

Ye Qing Luo slowly walked towards him and squatted down in front of him with a gentle smile, "Say what you want."

She had just squatted down.

That little boy suddenly dashed towards Ye Qing Luo.

Both his hands, hugged Ye Qing Luo.

"Sister, I only believe you …. I only believe you!"

Jiang Zi Yi's voice was hoarse from crying as he repeated this sentence with a sobbing tone.

Ye Qing Luo who was suddenly hugged by the little fellow also felt uneasy as she pushed his hands away.

Adding on to the fact that there was a death stare behind her, it made Ye Qing Luo's heart beat fast.

But, she moved.

Jiang Zi Yi cried even more fiercely as he desperately tightened his arms.

She could only give up as she used her gaze to appease a certain man whose face was as black as charcoal.

Her man.

Even if he was just a ten year old child.

After all, he was still a little boy.

The vinegar jar could be overturned in minutes.

She gently caressed Jiang Zi Yi's back, "Whatever you want to say, just tell me."

Jiang Zi Yi cried for a while before he calmed down.

Her bright eyes and pearly teeth were streaked with tears.

He sniffed and raised his head to look at Ye Qing Luo, "Sister Yu, you will believe me, right?"

Ye Qing Luo chuckled, took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into his hand: "From the moment you chose to follow me, you are one of us."

"I …"

Jiang Ziyi lowered his head and glanced cautiously at Yan Xiao Yi and the rest.

Yan Xiao Yi and the rest were looking at him worriedly.

Seeing his action.

How could he not understand what he meant?

Beiming Lulu was the first to stand up. Carrying the game, she said, "I'm going to sort out these things first. Come and help me."

Just as they were about to walk out of the ruined temple …

Jiang Ziyi then whispered, "I … it's not that I don't trust you … I, I'm just afraid that you … will think that I'm a bad boy …"

Without waiting for their reply.

He lowered his head and continued in a low voice, "Just now … Just now when you weren't here, that Second Elder Jiang came."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Everyone's expression immediately tensed up, "What?! He's here? Did he do anything to you? "

The few of them were feeling anxious.

However, that young lady with black hair and peach-colored clothes was extremely calm.

As though she had already guessed it long ago.

Jiang Zi Yi also sensed Ye Qing Luo's silence as he raised his little head and looked at the young lady's serene eyes as he asked in a daze, "Sister Yu …. Don't tell me you already knew that he would come and look for me?"

Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love. Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love.

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