I was full of doubts and finally asked: "What does your mother look like and what is her name? I can help you find her."
Although I knew that this child was either a dead soul or a corpse, I still couldn't refuse when I looked into his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the child actually said: "My mother's name is Zang Ling'er. She is the national master of China. Auntie, do you know her?"
"What's your mother's name?!" I looked at the child in front of me in shock.
It was only now that I realized that he looked familiar.
His face is simply a replica of Lin Zhenhua. The only difference between Zhou Zheng's facial features and eyes as vast as stars is that he is much smaller than Lin Zhenhua.
Moreover, Lin Zhenhua's clear voice also turned into a childish voice, so I couldn't notice it for a while.
"My mother is Zang Linger." The little boy in front of him responded again.
After figuring out the key, I continued to ask: "What about your father? What's his name?"
Guessing is one thing but hearing it with your own ears is another.
"His name is Lin Zhenhua." Mentioning his father, the little boy said quite proudly: "He is the president of Middle-earth. He is very serious to the outside world, but he is very good to me."
Come on, when I heard the little boy's words, all my speculations came to an end.
I already knew what to do, and I also understood that I had to do it. But looking at the two-year-old boy in front of me, I couldn't help but squat down and stretched out my hand: "Can you give me a hug?"
"You give me a hug, auntie, and I'll take you to your mother."
I knew it was fake, and I even understood that it might be the work of corpse insects.
But I really miss that child that I have never seen since he was born. I don’t know if he is well now. I don’t know if he will look like the little boy in front of me when he is two or three years old.
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But I just want to hug him, as if I can hold my own child by holding him.
"No!" Suddenly a clear voice came: "Zang Linger, don't touch him, he is a corpse insect."
This voice is so familiar to me that I don't need to look back to know who the owner of the voice is.
But even so, I remained unmoved.
Of course I knew the little boy in front of me was not real, but what did it matter?
Could it be that I, the majestic goddess of the mountains and seas, and the master of the Middle-earth Kingdom, can't deal with a few corpse worms? At worst, I can just kill these corpse worms after being hugged by him.
It was also at this moment that I understood the meaning of being a ghost under the peony flowers.
"Zang Ling'er, things are not as simple as you think." Seeing that I was really not ready to look back, Lin Zhenhua shouted anxiously.
His voice was too loud and too abrupt, so I had to turn around: "King Jiuyou, why did you go and come back?"
Didn't he already leave long ago?
Then why is he coming back now?
"Zang Ling'er, listen to me, don't get close to him, let alone hug him, come over to me quickly." Lin Zhenhua did not answer my question, but said with a solemn look on his face.
Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but laugh: "King Jiuyou put his knife on my neck just now, and I didn't see you so worried. Isn't it too much for you to do this now?"
Besides, there is no Lei Ming here, nor is there any general from Kyoto, so who is he acting for?
"Zang Linger, I'm not joking with you, and I have no intention of making trouble with you. Come here right now!" Lin Zhenhua said these words almost in a roar.
But he was obviously so angry, why didn't he just take me over?
With the strength of his eternal strongman, couldn't he still do this?
It's impossible.
"King Jiuyou, I have already signed our divorce agreement. We are no longer husband and wife since the last time. You are not the president of Middle-earth. I should no longer listen to you in public or private matters."
So what right does he have to order me again?
I don’t know whether it was because Lin Zhenhua knew he was in the wrong or something else, but after a moment he actually said in a casual tone: "Ling'er, he is not our child, Zhuo'er has just turned one month old. He is not that old, can't walk, and can't call us mom and dad.
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It turns out that the child has been away from me for a month.
Time really flies by.
"Ling'er, I promise you that Zhuo'er will definitely come back to you. But please come here quickly, okay?" Lin Zhenhua spoke again.
Different from the anger and command before, his current tone can be regarded as pleading.
Seeing him like this, I naturally had no intention of staying any longer.
But just as I was about to take a step, there was a sound of trotting behind me, and then the little boy just now ran up to me and said: "Auntie, don't you want to help me find my mother? Why did you just do that?"
Are you leaving? Are you going to abandon me like my mother?"
Speaking of the little boy, his eyes that were originally as bright as stars began to turn red.
Watching the big tears falling from his eyes drop by drop, I just felt that the softest part of my heart was being picked up and pinched hard, and the pain was as if I was suffocating.
"No, no, your mother didn't want you." I blurted out quickly.
"Really?" the little boy burst into tears: "If she wanted to, why didn't she take a look at me since I was born? She didn't even hug me."
"Auntie, do you also have children? Have you ever held your own child?"
"I..." Faced with that face that looked very much like Lin Zhenhua and that childish voice, I really didn't know how to answer.
But the little boy continued: "Auntie, you must have hugged your own child. He is so happy. I envy him so much."
"Other children have also been hugged by their mothers, but I have not. I have never felt what it feels like to be hugged by my mother."
"Auntie, are mom's arms warm? Is it as warm and comfortable as the spring sun shining on your face, as other children said?"
Before I had time to respond, Lin Zhenhua shouted angrily: "That's enough! Does Tiandao Temple know these unsavory tricks?"
However, in the face of Lin Zhenhua's angry shouts, the people in Tiandao Palace did not respond.
On the contrary, the little boy in front of him was so frightened that he cried loudly.
Big tears fell like pearls, each one hitting my heart, especially when he was crying and shouting: "Mom, I just want my mother."
Finally I couldn't bear it any longer, and all my longing and reluctance fell apart in an instant.
I hugged the little boy in front of me regardless, but what I didn't expect was when my hand was about to touch the little boy who was crying like he was still alive.
But he suddenly changed, he became no longer pitiful, childish and innocent.
Instead, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, he opened his bloody mouth and bit my hand hard.
If my hand was really bitten by him, it would undoubtedly be broken in half.