Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Chapter 1091: soften

"You had a fight with someone." Song Qingxiao's words were not a question, but an affirmation.

Through her spiritual sense, she saw the scene of the child being surrounded and beaten by others.

"Yes." He nodded, then a little gloomy:

"You knew already."

He remembered the "brand" Song Qingxiao said, since she could hear what she said to others, maybe she could also see that she was beaten by her partner.

This made him feel a bit lost face, and a little bit angry:

"Why don't you help me?"

"Why should I help you?" Her calm question caused the child who had been forcibly patient to explode:

"You are my mother!"

"Fake!" Song Qing Xiao floated back to him, "you even tell me your name is a lie."

"But... but I really called your mother!" He was so angry that he squatted in front of the clay pot, his small body shaking:

"That mother is going to help me!"

His voice had some crying, and he looked very pitiful, as if he had suffered a great deal of grievance.

Song Qingxiao was silent for a moment.

She has dealt with all kinds of fierce, cruel, evil people, ghosts, or demons. She is not afraid of other people's various tricks, but she has never had such a weird relationship with such a child.

I have never heard a child accuse her of refusing to help out in such a tone.

For some reason, when he curled up his petite body, secretly turned his back to her and lowered his head to wipe his tears, her extremely hard heart seemed to be touched slightly by some kind of emotion.

"Don't cry." She persuaded him with a faint expression:

"Next time if someone beats you, I will help you."

"Really?" He didn't believe it, with a faint cry in his nose.

"I don't tell lies."

The child squatted on the spot, not knowing what he was thinking, after a while, he muttered:

"I didn't cry."

As if he had made up his mind, he took out a bag of things from the ground, picked it up and moved it to Song Qingxiao's side:

"My mother loves me, and I love my mother too." He held the things to Song Qingxiao as if offering treasures:

"Mother, eat, this stuff can fill your stomach."

He seemed to have adjusted his inner emotions, put on a flattering mask, and flattered a cloth bag to Song Qingxiao's face.

There was food in that pocket, and after a period of time, there was a peculiar smell.

Song Qingxiao shook his head and pushed the food away:

"I don't need to eat."

His eyes rolled:

"The mother is a person among the gods, and the gods will definitely not eat such things." He pleased again:

"Tomorrow, wait for me tomorrow, I will go to the Upper East Side to ask my mother for better food."

He may be so hungry that he can't stand it. He put his hand into the bag cruelly, and with a very firm attitude, he pinched a piece of the moldy hard black food. After repeated measurement, he finally stuffed it. Chewing into the mouth.

After eating clean, he licked his fingers cherishedly, re-tethered the pockets, and weighed them again, as if a little worried.

In the end, without speaking, he crawled back to the original place and buried the bag of food again.

At night, he slept in a corner, where it seemed to be a little damp, too cold for him to bear.

The child who lost consciousness in his sleep subconsciously yearned for warmth, and moved closer to Song Qingxiao in the night.

He was purely instinctive, unaware of his actions.

Until he leaned against Song Qing's side, it seemed that his vigilant consciousness awakened, stopping him from taking any further movements, and he rolled into a ball honestly and slept on the side of Song Qing's feet.

In the darkness, she stared at the child's face, wondering if he had anything to do with the voice calling her "mother" in Tiandao Temple.

If the voice is him, then what is the relationship between the baby born by Zhang Xiaoniang and the voice in Tiandao Temple?

One night passed, and when the day was about to dawn, the child finally woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he realized that he was sleeping next to Song Qingxiao, and even hugged one of her calves, and his face was immediately full of horror.

In recent years, the dynasty has not been peaceful, and even in the capital under the feet of the emperor, crimes have occurred frequently.

A large number of refugees poured into Shengjing and occupied houses.

In this part of the Western District, people often kill people and rob, occupy women, and kill children.

He has no father and no mother, lives alone, and can live till now, not only by his three-inch tongue, but also by the vigilance that is different from ordinary people.

But last night, he slept very deeply, unexpectedly completely unguarded, slept next to this woman of unknown origin.

She did not kill him, nor did she rob him of food.

The child was taken aback for a moment, turned over and sat up, and concealed his inner panic by rubbing his eyes:

"Mother, did I bother you?"

"No."

Song Qingxiao shook his head. His small body was sitting beside her, only to her chest. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his head and asked:

"My mother is hungry, do you want to eat some food?"

"No need to."

He showed a look of relief ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or a little uneasy, and nodded.

After sitting for a while, he sat next to the clay pot, as if touching the food he had stored, and finally limped out.

Not long after he had left, after the divine sense couldn't sense his existence, Song Qingxiao also got up and drilled out of this underground cave.

The child's "home" is hidden in a collapsed abandoned house, and the door of the cellar is blocked by piles of dilapidated straw mats.

There was a stench from the straw mat. When she came out, she pushed the straw mat away, and the flies gathered on it dispersed with a hum, but still surrounded her and refused to leave.

There are still a few breaths around here, but they are all extremely weak.

The whole West District exudes a foul smell of despair, death, poverty and disease, making the people here like walking corpses.

She thought of the child who was afraid of the cold last night. With her own spiritual knowledge, she got into the houses without owners.

Many of the houses here are empty, and the more valuable things inside have been moved away, showing a weird silence.

Song Qingxiao drilled a few rooms, and encountered the bones of the dead in the room several times in the middle, and she silently exited.

Finally, I found a large pad of straw in a room and packed it away.

In one day, she traveled around the area again and understood the place very clearly before returning to the cellar to adjust her breath and meditate again.

When it was dark, the child came back with crutches, and he still found nothing today.

There was a lamp lit in the cellar. This was the oil lamp Song Qingxiao found in a family who had only recently died. There was still a little oil in it.

The light illuminates the cellar, and under the dim light, the child who has just returned is a little at a loss, as if he is not sure if he is on the wrong path.

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