The man's eyes lit up. He hadn't noticed such an obvious coincidence until now!
"By the way, his mother is most likely the owner of that pair of scissors," the man said.
Hearing this, the guard in gray was stunned.
the same person
He took out the small silver scissors from his arms.
When Shen Ling'er saw it, she immediately stretched out her chubby hand to grab the scissors. The guard in gray clothes was unaware and he snatched it away.
He grabbed the small scissors like a treasure, puffed up his cheeks and glared at the gray-clothed guard.
"This is my mother's thing. Why is it on you? Where is my mother?"
“…”
The guard in gray looked at the man.
He doesn't know anything.
"Go find it." The man said softly.
After the guards in gray clothes left, the man stared at Shen Linger without saying a word.
He guessed it right.
The woman who bandaged her wound was Shen Linger's mother.
He recalled that he was suffering from a cold poison attack and was plotted by the Zixiao Pavilion killer. The poison broke out and he fell dying in the grass.
At that time, he could not see his fingers, and the killer of Zixiao Pavilion did not notice him.
But he was jumped on by someone.
In the darkness, he grabbed the man's wrist and was about to twist it off, but he suddenly felt that the man's wrist was soft and bone-like, and his skin was cool and delicate. He was actually a woman.
But when he tried it, he found out that the woman had no internal strength and no martial arts skills.
Just an ordinary person.
So he let the woman go.
Later, he suffered a toxic attack and fainted.
When he woke up again, the poison in his body had been eliminated, and the injured area was bandaged neatly, but the person who bandaged him was gone.
It turned out that the mother and son saved themselves once each.
I really have a fate with myself.
Thinking of the word "fate", another twinge of pain flashed deep in his heart.
I quickly turned my thoughts away, not daring to think about it.
Shen Ling'er climbed up into his arms.
He likes his beautiful uncle very much. He has a pleasant smell, much better than the smell of medicine on his adoptive father.
He felt particularly at ease with his beautiful uncle hugging his chest.
The man was thinking about his own thoughts. It was not until there was a soft little body in his arms and a faint smell of milk came that he realized that Shen Ling'er had got into his arms.
This startled him.
Are your reactions so slow
Or was it because he had saved himself that he had subconsciously regarded this child as a trustworthy person and was not defensive at all against him
"Pretty uncle, what's your name?" Shen Ling'er asked in a sweet voice, grabbing the clothes on his chest, her chubby little face almost touching his chest.
"..." The man did not answer.
He traveled incognito, taking only his closest entourage with him. No one knew who he was, and he didn't plan to tell anyone.
How can you tell a little boy you just met
"What's your name?" The man was very smart and asked the question instead of answering.
As expected, Shen Ling'er was taken away by him. She blinked and said, "I told my beautiful uncle that my name is Ling'er."
"Then what's your last name?"
"Shen, Shen Ling'er is me!" The little guy pointed to his nose, proudly, "Isn't this a nice name?"
Shen
Shen Linger
The man's arm suddenly stiffened.
The moment he heard the name, he had a strong illusion.
He actually thought he heard the name engraved deep in his heart.
Fortunately, he heard wrong.
It's just really similar.
"That's a nice name," the man said.
Shen Ling.
What a resemblance, Shen Ning.
The man's face suddenly darkened.