Muyan's voice was hoarse and trembling, but full of joy.
But she didn't realize that when she said these words, the handsome face of the boy in her arms turned completely dark in an instant.
He gritted his teeth, grinded secretly for a long time, took a long while to take a deep breath, and said in a cold tone: "Ben... I am not your child. I, no, yes, what, little, treasure!! "
Muyan's reflex arc slowed down by half a beat at this moment.
"It's not your child" and "It's not Xiaobao" echoed in my mind over and over again.
Then he suddenly came back to his senses and let go of the boy in his arms.
Reason and thoughts returned little by little, and the senselessness of the body also slowly returned.
A handsome and delicate childlike face was reflected in her eyes.
This is a little boy who is so beautiful that he doesn't know what words to use to describe it.
He also has a pair of ice-blue clear pupils.
The whole person gave her a feeling of familiarity, longing and wanting to be close.
But he, indeed, is not Xiaobao!
The light in Muyan's eyes suddenly dimmed.
The strong impact of losing and regaining, and gaining and losing again, made her face turn pale in an instant.
After all, she still couldn't find her little treasure.
Even Di Ming Jue doesn't know where he is.
Now she is like a lonely duckweed, wandering in this comprehension continent, and she doesn't know when she will find her refuge.
Muyan was in a trance, suddenly, her hand was grabbed by a small palm.
Immediately afterwards, a soft body with a familiar breath approached her.
He hugged her neck awkwardly.
The little boy's face was full of depression and resentment, but facing Shang Muyan with sad tears in his eyes, he still gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not your little treasure, but I can accompany you for a while. You, don't Sad."
"My lord... I promise, one day, you will find Xiaobao."
Muyan was slightly taken aback, then looked down at the stern but delicate face of the little boy.
At this moment, for some reason, Muyan felt that the loss, loneliness and longing in her heart were all diluted a lot.
She couldn't help chuckling, "Little brother, what's your name? Which sect are you from?"
He obviously looks only five years old, the same age as Xiaobao.
But it's actually more old-fashioned than Xiaobao's words.
It's really interesting.
Moreover, there was an aura about this little boy that made her inexplicably yearn to get close.
Even that face, those icy blue pupils, made her feel indescribably familiar.
However, when the little boy heard Muyan call him "little brother", his whole body shook, his face was so dark that water could almost drip.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Muyan, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he clenched his fists tightly and endured it back.
"My name is... Mo Jue. You, don't call me little brother." He said coldly.
But Muyan couldn't help laughing out loud again, "Okay, children don't admit that they are young, I understand."
As she said, she pinched the little boy's face, "Sister, will you take me to eat something?"
Mo Jue gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: I'm not young, didn't you already know
But being held in Muyan's arms, and smelling the familiar and longing breath on her body, he was reluctant to let go.
After struggling for a long time, he finally smashed the jar and put his arms around Muyan's neck again, allowing her to hug him.
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Muyan carried Mo Jue to the restaurant, and attracted countless people to watch along the way.