Muyan's voice was hoarse and trembling, but it was full of joy.

But she didn't realize that when she said these words, the handsome little face of the boy in her arms turned completely dark in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth secretly for a long time. After a long while, he took a deep breath and said in a cold tone: "Ben...I am not your child. I, no, am, what, little treasure!"

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Muyan's reflex arc was slowed down by a beat at this moment.

"It's not your child" and "It's not Xiaobao" echoed over and over again in my mind.

Then he suddenly came to his senses and let go of the boy in his arms.

Reason and thoughts returned little by little, and the body's senselessness also slowly returned.

A handsome and delicate childlike face came into her eyes.

This is a little boy who is so beautiful that I don’t know what words to use to describe him.

He also has a pair of ice blue clear pupils.

Her whole body gave her a feeling of familiarity, longing and wanting to be close.

But he is indeed 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 Mingjue didn't know where he was.

She is now like a lonely duckweed, floating in this continent of cultivation, not knowing when she will find her home.

Muyan was in a daze when suddenly her hand was grabbed by a small palm.

Then, a soft body with a familiar aura approached her.

He hugged her neck awkwardly.

The little boy's face was full of depression and resentment, but when he faced Muyan's tearful eyes with sadness, he still gritted his teeth and said: "I'm not your little treasure, but I can stay with you for a while. You, don't stop

So sad."

"I...I promise that one day, you will find Xiaobao."

Muyan was slightly startled and looked down at the little boy's cold but delicate face.

At this moment, for some reason, Muyan felt that the loss, loneliness and longing in her heart were diluted a lot.

She couldn't help but chuckle, "Little brother, what's your name? Which sect do you belong to?"

Mingming looks only five years old, as old as Xiaobao.

But he actually talks more aged and arrogantly than Xiaobao.

It's really interesting.

Moreover, there was an aura about this little boy that made her inexplicably long to be close to him.

Even that face and those ice-blue eyes made her feel indescribably familiar.

However, when the little boy heard Muyan calling him "little brother", his whole body was shocked, and his face was so dark that he could almost drip with water.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Muyan, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he clenched his fists and endured it.

"My name is... Mo Jue. You are not allowed to call me little brother." He said with a cold face.

Muyan couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Okay, children don't admit that they are young, I understand."

As she spoke, she pinched the little boy's face and said, "Sister, can I take you to have something to eat?"

Mo Jue grinded his teeth and thought to himself: I'm very young, didn't you already know that?

But being held in Muyan's arms and smelling her familiar and longing scent, he couldn't bear to let go.

After struggling for a long time, he finally broke the jar and threw his arms around Muyan's neck again, letting her pick him up.

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Chapter completed!