But now with her, she will do her best to bring the child out of the shadows!

He secretly made a decision in his heart, Yan Bei planned to go out to find his son after cultivating for a while, but this idea had just fallen, and the slightest sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the closed door.

The sound is very quiet, which shows that the person who came is very careful.

At first, Yan Bei thought it was another human survivor, but remembering his current situation, he immediately took a phantom character scarf and held it in his hand.

But then she could tell the size of her body from the footsteps.

It's about sixty pounds, and this weight can't be found in an adult.

It's a kid!

At the same time as these four words appeared in his mind, Yan Bei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the back of the door tightly, quietly waiting for the appearance of the visitor.

"Squeak", a very small sound, if it weren't for the fact that it was too quiet in the basement, Yan Bei might have missed it.

The lock opened, the door opened quickly, and then a small figure quickly slipped in, and then skillfully locked the door from the inside.

The whole action, he did it smoothly, as if he had done it a thousand times, without even a pause in between.

This is a person with an extremely hard heart.

He closed the door and walked slowly down the stairs hunched over, looking cautious, as if he was holding something very important in his arms, for fear that they would fall.

He walked by himself, not noticing Yan Bei with his eyes open in the corner.

It was a little boy, eight or nine years old, wearing a pair of gray shorts and a white tank top.

It's just that the vest is stained with blood and black ash, and only a few clean places can tell that it is white.

The jet-black hair is obediently attached to the head, and the bangs on the forehead are a little long, but even so, it can't hide the boy's delicate face.

Unlike Asian's yellow, his skin is very fair, and he can even be regarded as miserable white, and there is no trace of ruddy on his face.

The only red came from his thin lips, pink, perhaps because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, and his mouth was a little dry.

His lowered black eyes were dull and numb, and his long eyelashes left a silhouette on his face, as if he were covered in a small shadow.

Looking at such a child, Yan Bei subconsciously popped out three words in his mind.

Fallen Angel!

This is a child abandoned by God.

His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he finally noticed her abnormality, his lowered eyes slowly raised, his obsidian-like black eyes turned from dull to shining, and he froze in disbelief as he looked at the person sitting up in front of him.

"Mommy ......" for a long time, he tried to call, the voice was very small, with a breath of air, and fear.

Yes, scared.

Afraid that this call will not be answered, afraid that all this in front of me is my own hallucination.

After all, when he left, she was no longer angry.

However, she smiled, nodded slightly, and called him with a little tentativeness: "Xingheng? ”

Xing Heng nodded wildly, hurriedly put down the things he was holding in his arms, and ran towards her quickly, standing in front of her, with tears already flashing in his eyes.

He stood stunned, looking her up and down, no matter how he looked at it, it felt unreal, and then he stretched out his hand and put it tremblingly under the tip of her nose, testing whether she was dead or alive.

The warm snort sprayed out, as if it was hot, and the little hand hurriedly retreated.

After a slight pause, tears rolled down his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, crying and laughing, and then he sat down softly and gently nestled into her arms.

With his ears pressed to his heart, he felt the vibrations below, and the boy clung to her waist and cried silently.

【Ding! Mother's value +50, current Mother's value is 50/100]

The sound in her ears woke Yan Bei, who was immersed in shock, and looking at the black head buried in her chest, she suddenly couldn't feel the pain in her body.

The only right hand wrapped around the boy's not very strong body, and patted it lightly.

Seeing that it was almost over, Yan Bei asked with a smile, "Where have you been?" ”

Hearing her question, and feeling the vibrations from her face to her chest, Xingheng felt that everything in front of her became real.

He withdrew from her arms, smiled at her, and then couldn't help but hug her gently, and then walked quickly to the place where he had just put his things and took them over.

"What is this?" Yan Bei asked curiously.

Even though she had already detected what was inside through the Eye of Data, she still pretended to be expectant.

"It's an anti-inflammatory." He replied excitedly.

The voice is surprisingly good, like a lark, light with the freshness of the morning sun, which is completely different from the dull and low introduced in the script.

Of course, it is also possible that the kid has not yet reached the stage of voice change, and the reason why his voice has not changed.

He opened the bag, and inside was a 500-milliliter bottle of anti-inflammatory potion and a potato with a charred skin.

Wait a minute!

It's food!

"Xingheng, where did you get these things?" Yan Bei frowned and asked.

"Picked it up outside." Xing Heng replied with a smile, picked up the potatoes and peeled them, looked at her, and said with a smile:

"Mom, don't worry, with me, you will definitely be fine, I will take you out of here, and then we will go to the medical cabin, so that your lost hand will be fine."

The lark-like voice echoed in his ears, and with the boy's excited tone, this paragraph should be very good, but Yan Bei heard a hint of something strange from it.

But she didn't poke it, just watched him quietly.

Sure enough, the boy was stunned by her, and although he soon returned to normal, he stopped peeling the potatoes.

The right hand seemed to inadvertently rub over the anti-inflammatory potion bottle, just taking away a little blood droplet that had accidentally remained on the bottle.

"Mom, you eat." He handed the peeled potatoes to her, and his eyes were shining, as if there was light in the dark world again, and he had the courage to move on.

Yan Bei lowered his eyes and looked at the yellow-orange potatoes on his lips, then at Xing Heng's expectant eyes, and finally fell on the crimson behind him.

"Mom?" He turned his head to follow her gaze and saw that it was dripping with blood, and there was no fear or fear on his face that he should have at his age.

"Oops!" He suddenly patted his head and said to his chagrin, "I actually forgot about them!" ”

"Mom, you eat first." He stuffed the potato into her right palm and coaxed seriously: "I'll go and dispose of these things, don't be afraid, Mom, with me, no one can hurt you anymore." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went to look for tools, and then used a shovel to get all these pieces that Yan Bei felt a little unbearable to look at directly into another small utility room in the basement.

Yan Bei, who witnessed the whole process: This potato lady can't eat it!