A ray of sunlight shone into the trees, and the sunlight reflected a colorful light in the mist.

Swordless bent down to pick a gray mushroom from under the tree and sniffed it lightly with his nose. The moist air carried the fragrance into her nose, and this mushroom must have tasted better than the other mushrooms she had picked earlier—enough for lunch.

She walked out into the woods, and the chirping of the birds was crisp and moving, but it was not as good as the song in the slum square that she remembered. Rushing home and putting away the basket, Wujian ran to the square on his small feet, and by this time there were already scattered people gathered together.

She ducked aside and listened quietly.

Music is a magical thing, and Wujian has no professional education, but she can hear the beauty of singing. The calming and contemplative tune, sung by children's voices, makes people feel like they have entered a paradise.

She closed her eyes, forgetting all her worries and pains for a moment.

[The listener is so happy, is the person who sings happier in his heart?] 】

Wujian was always curious, and she wanted to know what the beautiful aristocratic lady was thinking about standing in the middle of the crowd and singing. She is always full of smiles, and she looks enviable from a distance, but it is a pity that Wujian does not dare to approach her.

As soon as the two of them approached, Wujian would instinctively be afraid, and the noble lady seemed to have a power that would devour the souls of others.

[What the hell is that?] 】

Unbeknownst to the sword, she lowered her head and suddenly found a package under the tree where she had been hiding.

'Sorry yesterday, this is an apology. ’

A note was pressed with a stone on it.

Is this for her? Wujian glanced up at the square, just in time to see Xia Han's smile on her side.

"Ahh

She quickly shrank her head—but it seemed like it was really for her. Wujian cautiously reached out to touch the package, but stopped halfway through, and her parents forbade her to touch others.

In the end, she hurried home without unpacking the package.

However, when she came to the square again the next day, a new package was left in its place.

There's something delicious hidden in it. ’

Wujian still didn't dare to move.

But on the third, fourth, and fifth days, a new package appeared under the tree every day, and on the sixth day, Wujian finally couldn't help but open the package, and then ate all the cakes inside.

It was the first time she had eaten such a delicious cake, and it was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating it.

'Can you be my friend?' ’

After eating the cake, a note appears in front of Wujian.

My friend Wujian doesn't understand this word very well, she is not beautiful, her family is poor, her surname is not good, and she obviously doesn't want to get close to Xia Han, why does the other party stare at her?

She tore up the note so she could reject the other party.

But after that, the daily packages still appeared on time, and Xia Han didn't care about her thoughts, just spoke with notes one by one. Today, one of the lady-in-waitings of the monastery fell ill. ''I went back yesterday and saw a beautiful house. ''Do you know how many stars there are in the sky?'' ’

It's all nonsense, but for some reason Wujian looked into it. She gradually realized that Xia Han had a completely different worldview from her, that noble lady was always full of enthusiasm, and there seemed to be no pain and darkness in her eyes.

Strange guy, but it makes Wujian feel envious, maybe that person is not terrible.

One day, Wujian was entangled by other children, and they threw stones at her and drove her home. However, the next day, Swordless found the herbs under the tree that had been wrapped together.

Mitsubishi grass, still dripping with dew, was placed next to the package, shining in the sunlight.

'I picked it in the morning, it's beautiful, isn't it?' ’

At this moment, Swordless's empty heart seemed to flow into something. She looked at Xia Han, who was smiling in the square, and suddenly felt very happy.

――――

Xia Han's tender attack began to take effect, and Wujian gradually stopped fearing him.

He 'accidentally' shortened the distance a few times, but the girl wouldn't turn around and run away anymore - and if it continued, Xia Han would soon be able to become friends with her.

After all, no matter how precocious the child is, a five-year-old girl can't escape Xia Han's kindness.

The strategy of the slum is almost complete, and the so-called belief in the number of people on the seventh floor is not to ask the other party to really like Xia Han as long as the initial favor is enough, which takes more time than expected, but it is better than stable.

The petals of the second flower are open with six petals, but the buds are still layered, and it is not known how many petals this flower has. The first flower bloomed too easily, making Xia Han underestimate the difficulty of lifting the seal for a while.

Complete the first line of the singer's plot first, and the time will almost eliminate the fear of no sword, and then solve her business.

Xia Han made a detailed plan, but the day before completing the singer's mission, an accident suddenly happened - Wujian didn't come to the square to listen to the song.

What's going on? Xia Han hurriedly asked Xiao Sheng to investigate, only to find out that Wujian had not gone out, and she had fallen ill in the rainstorm the night before.

After the day's work, when Xia Han found his swordless parents to go out, he cautiously sneaked into their house.

Although there is a courtyard, there are only two small wooden houses inside.

Xia Han didn't smell the rancid smell, and what the nun said was really not credible. However, he fumbled inside, and only one of the two wooden rooms was a bedroom, and the so-called balcony in the information was actually an extension of the window.

In a small trough less than a meter long, Wujian slept with his body curled up, and under him was wet hay. Her lips were paler than her face, and her bony body looked like it could break at any moment.

This scene is not so much about people as it is about being raised like an animal without a sword.

Xia Han reached out and touched Wujian's forehead, which was hot.

"You're You Again"

Wujian was awakened by his movements, trembling all over. Fear flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't escape: "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm coming to see you."

Xia Han withdrew his hand and looked gloomy: "It seems that your illness is very serious." ”

"It'll be tomorrow morning." Wujian's eyes widened and he looked at Xia Han nervously: "Can you leave?" If they don't leave, they'll be back."

They?

Xia Han had already investigated her parents' movements, and it was still a few hours before they went home.

He picked up Wujian unhurriedly, and then frowned, five-year-old Xia Han didn't have much strength, but he didn't have much difficulty picking up Wujian—she was too thin.

"What are you going to do?"

"No, don't put me down here, it's their bed! I'm going to be scolded."

Regardless of Swordless's struggles, Xia Han threw her on the only bed.

"Your Highness, this is a potion."

Xiao Sheng just walked in, he handed Xia Han a potion, and then frowned and looked around the room: "There's something strange here. ”

"Well, don't make a noise, I'll think about it"

Xia Han poured the potion into Wujian's mouth while frowning at the bed under her.

The white bed showed signs of being slept on, but it was too clean—not a single hair was found. Xia Han's eyesight is very good, but after observing for a long time, he still didn't find hair from the bed.

"Ahem"

Wujian coughed painfully after drinking the potion, this was a normal reaction, Xia Han didn't care about her, but pulled out to carefully inspect the room.

As a result, not only on the bed, but also on the side of the bed, there was no hair, and even the wooden comb was clean and abnormal.

"Without a sword, does your mother comb her hair?"

He asked with a strange uneasiness, and the answer was affirmative—"Comb it every day." ”

How is this possible!

Xia Han had a feeling of seeing a ghost, and at this moment, Xiao Sheng's face was stunned again: "Her parents seem to be back." "Couples who obviously go out according to a certain rule, how can they come back early today?

For the sick daughter? Xia Han didn't think it would be so simple, he was a little uneasy in his heart, and immediately picked up the swordless and ran outside - her parents are ghosts!

Looks similar, if the blood relationship is okay, then the ghost can tell the weirdness of the family Xia Han believes that no matter how much it is cleaned, it is impossible to be completely hairless in the bed and room that have been used for a long time.

Is this the truth?

"Who are you!"

"Let go of the little sword!"

But when he went out, a man still appeared and snatched Wujian from Xia Han's hand, and he stared at Xia Han with another woman, these two were undoubtedly Wujian's parents.

"Groan—"

Xiao Sheng drew his long sword and blocked it in front of Xia Han.

"Why are you—why are you doing this?" Wujian was put on the ground by the man and reluctantly stood up, and then asked Xia Han.

She asked why she was carrying her and running out, Xia Han looked at Wujian, she had a pair of beautiful black eyes that shone in the slanting sun.

"I want to take you away, you are important to me"

At this time, Xia Han did not lie. "Important" Wujian whispered, she raised her head: "I don't have anything, does it matter?" Xia Han nodded: "Of course." ”

Wujian was stunned, she stared at Xia Han, her eyes flickering.

"Good"

She suddenly shook off Wutian's hand and walked towards Xia Han: "I'm sorry, father and mother, I don't like you"

The sword who said this didn't even look back.

"What do you say! You're not here for this person! ”

Wutian was furious and stretched out his hand to catch Wujian, but was blocked by Xiao Sheng.

"Sword! He is not the master for whom you sacrificed. ”

Wufang bypassed Xiao Sheng's side and grabbed Wujian with a panicked face.

"This is it!" However, Wujian turned his head sharply and slapped away Wufang's outstretched hand: "It doesn't matter if you beat me or scold me, I won't hate you." However, I don't want to live for someone I don't know, I don't want to die for a stranger, if that's the case, I might as well choose another person myself."

Her lips were pale, but there was a fire in her eyes.

Wujian walked up to Xia Han, looked at him dumbfounded, and slowly spoke: "My life has existed to wait for someone since I was born. ”

"But even so, I want to ask you"

Her face glowed in the setting sun: "Do you still want me?" I want a woman who belongs to someone else."

Xia Han felt that his head was a little confused, and he rubbed his brows.

"I'm still going to do it"

But after saying this, he always felt that something was wrong, and this conversation seemed to be not looking for a maid, but a partner.

"No, no," Xia Han just wanted to open his mouth to add clearly, but Wujian said as if relieved, 'Great', and then fainted.

“”

Xia Han looked at her who fell to the ground and was silent.

"You are you, just kill you"

Wufang walked over, and at some point there was an extra dagger in her hand: "Kill you and reset her memory." ”

She said this, but was impaled by a long sword before she could do so.

"I see, this touch"

"It's a pity, she's not something a monster like you can kill."

Xiao Sheng said calmly, and then pulled out his white and flawless long sword and walked towards Wutian.

An inhuman voice appeared, and Wufang's body began to distort, and then turned into dust and disappeared. Xia Han turned his head stiffly and found that the same was true for Wutian.

The illustrated book flips over, and the information on it is updated, and then it is displayed - the plot 'False Family' is complete.

"What a ghost!"

Xia Han let out an exclamation at this time, is this world a little exaggerated, there are even ghosts.

However, the scream made the thieves who were hiding in the shadows laugh.

"Ghost no, little prince, that's magic more terrible than ghosts, but you've found a treasure that you haven't even found."

Magical creation is very difficult, and what is even more incredible is that the creation is almost indistinguishable from a real person, and only one person can do this kind of magic without being discovered by anyone else for five years.

"What is the identity of this girl?"

He bowed his head in contemplation.