Unexpectedly, the fat woman just looked at it coldly, and took a few steps back.

There is an attitude not to burn her, and it is not about herself.

Gong Yueyue: ......

This?

This?

What the hell is this mom? How can there be such a mother in this world?

What to do?

This palace has itchy hands, itchy hands, this palace must kill this damn woman with a cane?

Gong Yue was so angry that she wanted to jump to her feet.

But no one here can see her, and she only knows that she is here, and there is no way to punish this damn woman.

Of course, it would be different if she had the mana.

It's a pity.

Fu Yanxing also knew that the tattered clothes on his body were ignited by fire.

Clever he struggled to get his back to the ground and rolled around on the ground.

Finally, the fire on his body was extinguished by him.

Raise her eyes and look cautiously at the fat round-faced woman.

The woman snorted in disgust and turned out of the cornfield.

After Fu Yanxing watched his mother leave, he slowly squatted in place, holding his shoulders with both hands, and cried helplessly and aggrievedly.

The moon was slowly rising, and the sky was slowly dimming.

Various voices were heard in the village.

There is the sound of the baby going home for dinner.

There is the sound of laughter and playing.

There are also barking dogs and roosters.

No one called Fu Yanxing from beginning to end, as if he was originally a superfluous or non-existent person.

Fu Yanxing cried for a long time before he was injured all over his body; With his eyes that were a little red and swollen from crying, he took his painting of the girl with a stick, dragged his small body, and walked weakly towards the house.

When he walked to a place about fifty meters away from a low tiled house, Fu Yanxing stopped.

By the faint moonlight, he looked at the house in front of him, looked down at the painting in his hand, and muttered softly: "Little stick, at first I hoped that all the sticks would not hurt when they hit me." Because you're like a gentle and pretty little girl, you won't hit me so hard. ”

As Fu Yanxing spoke, tears flowed down again, raised his eyes to look at the house not far away, his voice was hoarse and sobbing, and continued: "Now I hope that you are the magic weapon that whips all the evils in the world and eradicates all the injustices in this world. ”

Hearing Fu Yanxing say something that was not in line with his age, Gong Yueyue was stunned.

Gong Yueyue also looked down at the drawing paper in Fu Yanxing's hand, and she actually saw the girl on the stick on the painting move.

How so?

Gong Yueyue rolled her eyes, and then looked at the painting, the stick girl really moved.

She also winked at her.

Her eyes are very beautiful turquoise, and the girl smiles vividly, which is so cute that people are fascinated.

Gong Yueyue: ......

Just when Gong Yueyue was stunned, another gentle voice came.

"Zeng Yanxing, where are you? It's so dark? Where are you? ”

The voice was so soft that it was about to drip water.

This sound?

Isn't it Fu Yanxing's mother's voice?

How did you suddenly become gentle?

After a while, a chubby, round-faced woman appeared carrying something resembling a lantern.

The woman appeared in front of Fu Yanxing, lowered her head and stroked Fu Yanxing's head, her voice was gentle, "Zeng Yanxing, what's wrong with you?" Why are you hurt? ”

"My son, you make me feel so distressed."

"Son, tell Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Tell Mom, who bullied you?"

The light in the lantern reflected on the round-faced woman's face, sometimes bright and dark, making her originally kind and worried expression extremely strange, so weird that it made people's hairs stand upside down.

Gong Yueyue: .......

Fu Yanxing: ......