White? What is that?

Archumia's heart moved, and she walked quickly to the little white.

The grass is soft and flat, and you can barely hear the sound of footsteps when you walk, except for the rustle of the grass on your shoes and trouser legs.

As the sound progressed, the white dots surrounded by cyan gradually amplified until they finally showed a clear appearance. The white was not an object, but a man with silver-white hair.

The man looked to be seven or eight years old at most, and he was short. At this moment, he was lying on his side on the grass, his eyes closed, and his little hands were unconsciously clenched into two loose little fists, as if he was unconscious.

Is it a small child? Did he also fall from a wyvern? That's not right...... At the age of seven or eight years of magical disorders, learning magic is absolutely forbidden. How could Garloti possibly admit such a young student? Is it the child of any of the crew's members?

However, whoever he is, it certainly won't be a rescue.

Ashumia's heart was full of doubts and disappointment, but she was also relieved. Although the other party is a child, at least it can be regarded as a companion, and if two people are together, it is definitely a little more reassuring than acting alone!

Thinking like this, Achumia crouched down and nudged him gently, "Are you okay?" ”

His little body was pushed and shook by Archemia, and in the sunlight, there seemed to be a glimmer of light flowing between the beautiful silver-white hair, which made the baby's fat little face as white as jade.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes,

A pair of silver-white eyes as clear as glass came into view, and Ashumia was stunned for a moment, this child's eyes were actually the same color as the kite. She thought she would never find a second one for such a beautiful silver and white color.

Arshumia looked at him, only to see him roll his eyes, finally focusing on his own hand. The next second, he straightened up, put his hands in front of him as if in confirmation, turned his hands, and looked at them repeatedly, and a light of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes. After a while, he put away the strangeness in his eyes, bent one leg, rested one hand on the bent leg, and looked up at Ashumia.

His little face is still childish, his facial features are delicate like a doll, but there is a trace of seriousness and majesty in his eyes. Half of his face was fair and clean, but the other half was stained with a little dirt, which made him look a bit like a fried little flower cat, which was very cute.

"Little brother, tell my sister what your name is, okay?" Alshumia was beaten faster by his cute heartbeat, and Tian shamelessly leaned in, smiling and asking his name.

He didn't speak, and looked coldly at the smirking girl in front of him.

This cool gaze could not help but remind people of Kite, and Arshumia met his gaze as if inquiring, and then turned her head to carefully observe his facial features. The more I look closely, the more I feel that he and Kite are very similar, and the two almost want to carve out of a mold, the same elegant and beautiful.

"Hey! Little brother, do you know Kite? You look like him! The shameful thing of casually hooking up with the cute little brother did not make Arshumia feel the condemnation of conscience, she had to put her hand on his face inch by inch, and wiped the mud stains on his face for him, and of course, rubbed oil by the way, "It looks so similar, you are his brother, right?" What is your name? It won't be called Kite Er, right? "Hmmm! Kite, kite, kite, what a brotherly name!