Ling Luo was slightly stunned: "You were thrown in?" ”

"I don't know what to do." The ugly slave shook his head, his voice slightly melancholy, "I don't have any memory at all." I don't know if I have parents or brothers. Perhaps, I just appeared out of thin air, and only that filthy lotus pond sludge can give birth to something as ugly as me. ”

Born in the lotus pond.

Longer than filth.

In Ling Luo's memory, this boy seems to have been suffering in the calamity.

"Then I'll give you a name." The corners of her lips are slightly hooked, and her face is like a pale hibiscus, "It's called robbery." ”

The ugly slave's eyes flashed with a hint of color, and he muttered, "Rob ......"

"Yes, it's called robbery." Ling Luo explained with a light smile, "Since you were conscious, bad luck has continued. It's better to take a name like this to ward off calamity for you. ”

Of course, this is just a superstitious statement in the countryside.

Take a name, block bad luck, and make a living.

"Okay, it's called robbery." The ugly slave nodded heavily, a smile rising from his thin chapped lips.

He's got a name.

In the future, he will never have to hear such a pronoun as "ugly thing" again.

That's nice.

Ling Luo's heart trembled slightly as he looked at that smile.

She had never seen such a beautiful smile, pure and innocent, like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains and the water of the Holy Lake. Clear, transparent, without a trace of impurities.

It's such an ugly face, but it can derive such a good-looking smile.

"Where did the scar on your face come from?" Ling Luo took out a bottle of skin beauty essence from the black jade space ring, and asked while wiping his face.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do. From the moment I woke up from the sludge of the lotus pond, my face was burning and hurting, and the first time I looked in the mirror, this face was already this ghost. ”

"Does it hurt?"

The crisp beauty of the skin dripping on the burned ugly face was almost immediate, and the scars faded slightly.

It was still a pure and innocent smile, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable." Thank you, Miss Ling. ”

"Thank me?" Ling Luo chuckled, with a touch of helplessness in his voice, "You should hate me, if I hadn't given you those Snow Maple King Essence Fruits on a whim, how could you be beaten by those greedy guys in the academy?" ”

"It has nothing to do with Miss Ling!"

Hearing her self-reproachful words, she couldn't bear the pain, and sat up suddenly, her face was extremely serious, her two big eyes that were about to bulge out, staring at Ling Luo fixedly, and her tone was extremely serious: "Those 'apples' are particularly delicious." It is the greedy who are at fault. ”

He loves and hates clearly, and knows everything.

However, these did not alleviate the guilt in Ling Luo's heart.

Inexplicably, a strange emotion rose in her heart, she felt that she had a responsibility for this child.

It is her duty to take care of him.

"Don't get up, you'll get a wound." Ling Luo stretched out his hand, grabbed the child's waist with one hand, and carefully pressed his shoulder with the other hand, making him lie down, "Don't get excited, be good." ”

Her movements are soft and her voice is gentle.

Feeling that his soul was about to melt, he lay down obediently, but his eyes stared at her for a moment.

Those eyes are a little scary.

If you look closely, you will find that his eyes are the clearest in this world.

Ling Luo couldn't help but stretch out his hand, stroked his eyes, and said with a light smile: "It's so good-looking." ”