In the Thirty-Two Realm, in the Danxin Sect, Su Mo pursed his lips tightly and stared coldly at the few Danxin Sect disciples blocking his way across the way.

The five-year-old man tightly held in his arms the gift that his master Mu Wenjing gave him today.

"Su Mo! Give us that thing quickly, or you won't be able to leave today!" Several disciples on the opposite side looked around in a panic, while they were jealous of the thing in Su Mo's arms.

"No, this is a birthday gift from the master." Holding the little rabbit carved from the best spiritual stone in his arms, Su Mo refused to give it to them.

"Whether you give it or not, your parents don't want you anymore. You still have the nerve to celebrate your birthday. Who doesn't know that your mother died the day she gave birth to you." The man who was a head taller than Su Mo couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

The argument started.

The eyes of the five-year-old child gradually turned red, "I won't give it to you!" After saying that, without waiting for a few of them to reply, he held the things in his arms, raised his head stubbornly, and planned to bypass those few people.

Individual. Pass by.

"Hey, why are you pretending! If Uncle Mu hadn't been so kind to you, you would be an orphan now." The person who just spoke had already winked at the companions beside him, and several people surrounded Su Mo.

The half-grown child simply couldn't bear what was in his hands, and was quickly knocked to the ground by several fists.

The rabbit in his arms also fell to the ground. After those people saw the spirit stone falling out, they started to snatch it. After a while, Su Mo was the only one with his head lowered.

Squatting there, looking at the spiritual stone with only the Jade Rabbit's ears left on the ground, a drop of water as big as a bean fell from the sky.

Gradually, more and more water drops fell from the sky. The white vapor covered his figure.

Picking up the fragment, Su Mo stood up sobbing and clenched his small hands into fists, and the fragment smashed into his palm.

A stream of bright red blood flowed from his palm, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

"Xiao Mo."

Su Mo turned his head and looked at Master Yu Zhongmu holding a bamboo umbrella and looking at him from a distance.

"Master...the rabbit was snatched away by them." The little man looked at the person who had been with him since birth, his eyes turned red again, and he stretched out the fragment of the little rabbit in his hand to show him.

"It's raining. If the rabbit is gone, the master will carve another one for you later. Don't get caught in the rain next time." Mu Wenjing, dressed in a blue robe, came over and took his injured hand.

A ray of white light flashed across his hand, and the palm that had been cut by the fragments had returned to its original appearance.

Su Mo was pulled away by Mu Wenjing.

"Master, why doesn't my mother want me anymore?" After walking for a short distance, five-year-old Su Mo asked this question nervously for the first time.

Mu Wenjing sighed, turned sideways, looked at his serious expression, raised his lips with a smile and bent down to wipe away the tears on his face: "Your mother is a very good person, she did not abandon you.

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"Then why doesn't she come back?" Su Mo's eyes lit up when he heard that the master didn't look angry when he talked about his mother, expecting to know more about his mother.

Mu Wenjing's eyes darkened, "She has passed away. When you grow up, I will tell you about your mother."
Chapter completed!