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Chapter 514 Come here, let me make up the magic again 2
She just gave the child two cakes, without any contact with the connection, and this inexplicable thing happened...

The aunt sighed but didn't dare to think about it again.

At this moment, the little boy nestled up in a corner, had already devoured a pancake, and felt a faint sense of fullness in his stomach, and looked at the other pancake that was still warm in his hand with those dark eyes.

The little tongue stretched out and licked it slightly, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't make a mouthful.

At this moment, there were bursts of playful sounds from the side.

"Look, look, it's that ominous person!"

"Don't go near him, mother said it would be bad luck if you go near him."

It was a group of children, but their immature voices were full of malice.

Accustomed to being ridiculed and ridiculed, the little boy staggered up, but fell forward suddenly. Those children screamed and threw stones at him, "Don't come here!!!"

He got up again, avoiding those stones, and just ran two steps forward, the dough cake that was well protected by him just rolled out and fell to the side.

Staggering, his back was hit by a big rock, the little boy grunted, but his eyes still stubbornly fell on the bread, and his little body fell forward.

But the familiar pain did not come.

He fell into a hug all of a sudden, it didn't seem very warm, but it made the little boy's body burst.

It had been a long time since anyone had directly contacted him like this.

A man wearing a black hood whose face could not be seen clearly stretched out his hand to support him.

Is it a foreign traveler?Anyway, after she starts to have bad luck, she will start to resent him, right?
The little hands clenched and then loosened, the corners of the lips were tightly pursed, and the eyes fell on the bread that fell beside him.

Even though he knew this, he still couldn't help yearning for someone to touch him like this...

But it will bring misfortune to others...

His eyes lowered slightly, and a look of sadness flashed across his eyes, he slowly straightened up and wanted to stand up from this person's arms.

"No, you can't get close to him!!" The group of children screamed looking at the scene in front of them.

"Get away from him quickly."

The person in the black cloak seemed a little impatient, and could not hear the voices of men and women shouting coldly, "Get lost."

The little boy subconsciously increased his movements, thinking that she was talking to him, but a force came from his back, and he pushed him back into his arms before he could get up completely.

This kind of coldness is naturally not something this group of children can bear. They glanced at the two people here with an expression of extreme fear, and finally ran away quickly.

In memory, it seemed that no one had ever had such close contact with him.

The little boy's eyes were slightly dazed, lying in the arms of this man, his fingers tightened slightly, and then tightened again, but the man did not move, as if he was feeling something.

It took him a long time to raise his head slightly, his voice was hoarse and dry, "Let... let go... I..."

As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was rough and slow, like the sound of something being ground on sandpaper.

Yan Luo frowned slightly, but he didn't let go, the other hand even rested on the top of his head very naturally, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear the coldness before, "What's your name?"

(End of this chapter)