In the early morning, there was a faint white mist in the mountains, and the sun was shining on the ground through the gaps in the leaves. It's already May, but it's still very cold.

Mu Han sat on a stone, holding a small carving knife in his hand and carving a small wooden figure. The little wooden figure was a round child, with a pair of eyes that smiled crookedly, and was very pleasant. He blew on the sawdust, but suddenly heard a faint cry.

Mu Han frowned and looked in the direction where the voice came from, but the distance was too far away and he couldn't see anything.

Someone went up the mountain so early?

He sat back down on the stone, the cry faintly inaudible, but it kept coming. Nearly half an hour later, the cry still didn't stop. Mu Han finally felt that something was wrong, even if someone brought the child up the mountain, he couldn't let the child cry for so long, right?

Mu Han searched all the way in the direction where the cry came from, but found that he was getting closer and closer to a gathering point in Wushan. How could anyone go to the Gathering Point? The Spirit Gathering Point in Wushan has been almost destroyed by the previous mountain bombing, and if you do it again, there will be no hope for the cultivation of all living beings in Wushan!

Mu Han quickened his pace, and sure enough, the voice came from the Spirit Gathering Point. To his surprise, the three outer floors here were already full of people, most of whom were the demons on Wushan Mountain he knew.

"What's the matter," Mu Han frowned, "Why are you all here?" ”

One of the black-haired rat spirits turned his head and showed a mouthful of sharp teeth in greeting, "Uncle Emperor, you have come just in time, look at what this kid is." ”

Mu Han walked through the crowd and finally saw the source of the cry.

It was a little girl the size of a human being, wearing a jade white baby dress, white and tender like a small cake ball. The little face carved in pink is a little red due to the long-term crying, and it seems that the faces on both sides are pink and tender, which makes people just want to pinch it. A pair of black and white eyes looked brighter in the tears, and a small red mouth under the petite nose was making an earth-shattering cry.

"It's a kid." Mu Han said.

The rat spirit rolled his eyes: "Of course I know it's a child. But where did this kid come from, no one has gone up the mountain at this time. ”

Mu Han saw that she was crying non-stop, so he casually stuffed the freshly carved wood carving into her hand: "Did someone leave the child here last night?" ”

"How is that possible," retorted another youkai at once, "if she had stayed here all night, she would have frozen to death, and she would have no strength to cry." ”

The child got a small wooden carving, and tossed twice in his hand, temporarily stopping his crying. Sobbing uncontrollably, he touched the little wood carving back and forth.

Mu Han casually touched the child's head, frowned and said in a low voice: "If it's not a human being, and it happens to appear at the Spirit Gathering Point, is it a new mountain spirit?" ”

A green cow beside them, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke, and his voice was like a bell: "She doesn't have the breath of natural spirits on her, don't you feel it?" ”

The child, who had been looking down to play with the wood carving, was attracted by the sound to raise his head, looked at the green bull and hesitated for a moment, and trembled and stretched out a fleshy little hand to touch it.

Qingniu took a step back, the child didn't touch it, and immediately pursed his lips aggrievedly, and withdrew his hand in disappointment.

"Oh, this kid is so good-looking," said the black-haired rat spirit and leaned in, "Look at her eyes so big......

Before he could finish speaking, the child had already let out an earth-shattering cry.

"Wow-"

Mu Han hugged the child with a smile, hugged her in her arms and patted her gently: "You scared her, no wonder she kept crying just now, it seems that she was scared." ”

The rat shrewdly withdrew his hand, scratched his head, and did not speak.

Qingniu said again: "Emperor House, you take this child first, and go down the mountain later to see if anyone has lost the child." ”

Mu Han was not interested in this child at all, but this green cow was the oldest one in Wushan, and it was transformed by the fifteen-thousand-year-old Lost Valley. Since he had already spoken, Mu Han couldn't refuse again.

The child had been burying his face in his arms since he was frightened by the rat spirit just now, and at this time he quietly raised his eyes, a pair of big eyes looked at him aggrievedly, and his small body shook in his arms, which was very soft.

He tried to raise his hand and poke the child's soft cheek, only to feel a softness at his fingertips, and he couldn't help but smile a little.

Mu Han was transformed by the cultivation of the three-thousand-year-old Emperor House, and it was needless to say that he had a handsome face, and there was still some dust in his bones. This smile is like a spring breeze blowing through an ice field, warm but cold.

The child was stunned for a moment, and a pair of big eyes stared at him.

Mu Han felt even more cute when she looked at her, and her smile unconsciously became bigger.

The child was stunned for a few seconds, suddenly stepped forward, and gently touched Mu Han's face with his delicate and soft fingers, then smiled and bent his eyes, and buried his face in Mu Han's arms again. (To be continued.) )