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

But she didn't notice that the boy who was in her arms, when she said this, her handsome little face instantly darkened completely.

He gritted his teeth and grinded secretly for a long time, before he took a deep breath and said in a cold tone: "Ben...... I'm not your child. I, no, yes, what, what, small, treasure!!"

Mu Yan'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 gradually returned, and the body's senselessness slowly returned.

Her eyes reflected a handsome and delicate childish face.

This is a beautiful little boy who doesn't know what words to use to describe it.

He also has a pair of clear eyes that are ice blue.

The whole person gave her a sense of familiarity, longing and wanting to be close.

But he, indeed, is not Xiaobao!

The light in Mu Yan's eyes dimmed suddenly.

The strong impact of losing and regaining, and gaining and regaining, made her face turn pale in an instant.

She still didn't find her little treasure after all.

Even Di Ming didn't know where he was.

She is now like a lonely duckweed, floating on this Xiuzhen Continent, not knowing when she will find her home.

Mu Yan was in a trance, and suddenly, his hand was grabbed by a small palm.

Immediately after, a soft, familiar body approached her.

The movements were somewhat awkwardly wrapped around her neck.

The little boy's face was full of depression and resentment, but with sad tears in his eyes towards Shang Muyan, he still gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not your little treasure, but I can accompany you for a while." You, don't be sad anymore. ”

"Benjun...... I promise, one day, you'll find Xiaobao. ”

Mu Yan was slightly stunned, and looked down at the little boy's cold but delicate little face.

At this moment, I don't know why Mu Yan felt that the loss, loneliness and longing in his heart had been diluted a lot.

She couldn't help but chuckle, "Little brother, what's your name, and what sect are you from?"

Obviously he looks only five years old, the same age as Xiaobao.

is actually more old-fashioned than Xiaobao to speak.

It's really interesting.

And this little boy has an aura that makes her inexplicably want to be close.

Even that face, that pair of ice-blue eyes, made her feel indescribably familiar.

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

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

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

"My name is ...... Mo Jue. Don't call me my little brother. He said with a cold face.

Mu Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Okay, children don't admit that they are small, I understand." ”

She pinched the little boy's face as she spoke, "Can my sister take you to eat something?"

Mo Jue grinded his teeth, and said secretly in his heart: I'm not small, didn't you already know it?

But being held in Mu Yan's arms, smelling the familiar and longing breath on her body, he was reluctant to let go.

After struggling for a long time, he finally broke the jar and broke it, hugged Mu Yan's neck again, and let her pick herself up.

......

Mu Yan carried Mo Jue to the restaurant, attracting countless onlookers along the way.