Mu Yan's voice was hoarse and trembling, but it was filled with joy.
But she didn't notice that the handsome little face of the boy in her arms instantly darkened completely when she said those words.
He gritted his teeth and secretly ground them for a long time. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said in a cold tone, "Ben … I'm not your child. I, no, I, am, Little, Treasure!! "
At this moment, Mu Yan's reflex arc slows down by half a beat.
The words "not your child" and "not Xiaobao" echoed in his mind over and over again.
Then, she suddenly came back to her senses and let go of the boy in her arms.
His rationality and thoughts returned to him bit by bit, and the numbness in his body slowly returned as well.
A handsome and delicate face of a child appeared in her eyes.
This was a little boy who was so beautiful that she didn't know how to describe him.
He also had a pair of clear, icy blue eyes.
He gave her a sense of familiarity, desire, and intimacy.
However, he was definitely not Little Treasure!
The light in Mu Yan's eyes immediately goes dim.
The strong impact of regaining what she had lost, and then losing it again made her face turn pale in an instant.
In the end, she still could not find her Xiaobao.
Even Di Ming Jue doesn't know where he is.
Right now, she was like a lonely duckweed, drifting in this Cultivation Continent, not knowing when she would be able to find her home.
Muyan is in a trance, when suddenly, her hand is caught by a small hand.
Then, a soft body with a familiar smell approached her.
He clumsily wrapped his arms around her neck.
The little boy's face was full of depression and resentment, but when he saw Mu Yan's tearful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not your Xiao Bao, but I can accompany you for a while. Don't, don't be sad anymore. "
"This monarch … I guarantee that one day, you will find Xiao Bao."
Mu Yan is slightly startled. She lowers her head to look at the little boy's grave and stern but delicate little face.
At this moment, for some reason, Mu Yan felt that the sense of loss, loneliness, and longing in her heart had been diluted by quite a bit.
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Little brother, what's your name? Which sect are they from? "
He looked like he was only five years old, the same age as Xiaobao.
But he actually spoke even more maturely than Xiaobao.
How interesting.
Moreover, this little boy had an aura that she inexplicably longed to get close to.
Even that face and those ice-blue eyes gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity.
However, when the little boy heard Mu Yan call him "little brother", his entire body trembled, and his face darkened to the point that it could drip water.
He grits his teeth and looks at Muyan, seemingly wanting to say something.
But in the end, he clenched his fists tightly and endured it.
"I'm … Mo Jue. You, you are not allowed to call me little brother, "he said with a cold face.
However, Mu Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Alright, alright, children don't admit that they're young, I understand."
As she spoke, she pinched the little boy's face. "Big sister will take you to eat something, okay?"
Mo Jue ground her teeth in anger. Don't you already know whether I'm young or not?
But being held in Muyan's arms, smelling the familiar and bone-deep scent of her, he was reluctant to let go.
After struggling for a long time, he finally gives up and puts his arms around Muyan's neck again, letting her carry him.
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