Chapter 37: Ten Thousand Years of Lovesickness 2

His heart throbbed, and he was suddenly grateful for the kindness of the reincarnation.

His hand had already opened the wooden door, but the little man in his arms suddenly trembled, "Mom...... Mom ...... I want mom ......."

She let go of his neck and struggled desperately to get out of his embrace.

"Mommy...... Mom ...... I want mom ......."

He hugged her tightly and spoke to her in the gentlest tone: "Be good, don't be afraid, the place I took you to is beautiful, you will definitely like ......"

"Mommy...... Mommy ......"

A tear fell on the palm of his hand, and his heart shook.

At this time, the wooden door creaked open, and an old palace maid staggered in.

The old palace maid was holding a lantern in her hand, which was clearly extinguished, and she opened her eyes wide in the darkness to see the man in black and the little girl he was holding in her arms, and gradually, her faint old eyes showed a look of fear.

"Mommy ......"

The little girl pounced on her, and as soon as she stretched out her arms and tried to help her, she heard an eerie voice: "Get out!"

Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air. However, he did not mean to back down, but looked at the strange man with extreme vigilance.

Wu Xian suddenly felt that this gaze was very unpleasant, and she said intentionally or unintentionally: This child will never go with you!

It's not that she won't let her go—it's that Natsuhime won't go with him at all.

These are two different meanings, but they provoke Wu Xian to be angry.

Wu Xian raised his voice slightly: "Get out!"

The old palace maid did not retreat, but stepped forward: "You give me back the child......"

Where did Wu Xian put this decrepit old woman in his eyes? Seeing that she was entangled, the demonic nature that she forcibly suppressed was about to attack, he pointed at her with one hand and said coldly: "You go to die......

The old palace maid fell in response, and the lantern in her hand knocked over to the ground, and suddenly burst into flames.

Xiao Xia Ji suddenly broke free from his arms, jumped up and hugged the old palace maid, and cried: "Mom...... Mommy ......"

Wu Xian was about to hug her again, but saw her raise her little face full of tears and glared at herself fiercely.

He was shocked, and suddenly remembered that scene a long, long time ago, Ji Wuxue resolutely pulled out her bloody hand, she would rather fall into the black hole of time than get a chance to survive by his side.

I thought that the pain had long been forgotten, but at this moment, there was a faint throbbing pain in my heart.

"Mommy...... Mom ...... I want mom...... Mom, wake up...... "The child just wept, and the fear in his big eyes grew thicker and thicker, as if he saw his only reliance and let go.

For so many years, she is her only relative, and she is the only little care she has in this world.

Wu Xian watched her cry, and was slightly jealous in her heart—heh, she relied on her so much!

Wu Xian strode over, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, the old palace maid suddenly opened her eyes, saw the crying child, and stretched out her arm slightly to hug her.

The child was so happy that she immediately stopped crying and buried her head deep in her arms.

The old palace maid hugged her tightly, but she quietly turned around and saw those cold and icy eyes—at this moment, those warm eyes were gone, and his eyes were cold and sad.

There was a trace of sadness on her little face, but her eyes were so resolute and silent: I don't want you, I just want my mother-

Then, he gently took the old palace maid's hand and walked into the dark room with her.

By then, it was almost dawn.