The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Not only is it sour and bitter, but also because the fruit contains trace amounts of toxins. Even adults can have problems if they eat too much, let alone a child.

When the child heard what he said, he looked up at him, the wariness in his eyes was still very obvious, and it was obvious that he didn't believe that he would be so kind as to give him the thing.

Seeing this, Xiji was not angry. After thinking for a while, he took out a small piece of silver from his sachet, wrapped it up together with the other things and handed it to the child.

After doing all this, Xiji signaled Mo Shu to let go of the child. Mo Shu was a little unhappy, but he could not go against the decision of his master, so he hesitantly let go of the child in his arms.

After being released, the child did not just think about running away as he did at the beginning. Instead, he looked at Xiji suspiciously, and then before any of them could react, he snatched those things from Xiji's hands, turned around and ran away, even stepping on Mo Shu while running.

Wow! Mo Shu cried out in pain, holding his feet.

Xiji stared at the scene in front of him in amazement, looked at Mo Shu anxiously, and asked hurriedly if Mo Shu was okay.

Mo Shu held his foot which was stepped on and hurt, crying loudly. It was obvious that the child had hit him hard.

While the master and servant were busy, the child had already run a long distance. When he climbed over a hill, he looked back at the master and servant who were still asking each other questions. His eyes circled around Xiji's face, and then he left without looking back, holding the huge oil-paper bag in his hand.

Master, that kid is so abominable. You were so nice to him, but he attacked me. Let's catch him and beat him up. When Mo Shu recovered, he started to complain to Xiji, obviously very dissatisfied with the kid's behavior.

Xiji looked at the angry Mo Shu and couldn't help but touched his hair, and said comfortingly: Don't be angry, the child just saved me.

Seeing Mo Shu's unbelievable expression, Xiji told him about the child who killed the snake. Only after he finished speaking did Xiji realize that the child might have shown mercy to Mo Shu, because he clearly had a very sharp knife in his hand.

Thinking of this, Xiji looked up in the direction where the child ran away, and sighed in his heart.

Mo Shu was originally very angry, but when he heard that the child saved his young master, he was no longer angry. Instead, he walked around Xiji a few times, and after making sure that he had no wounds on his body, he said: If he hadn't saved the young master, I would have found that child and given him a good beating.

Looking at the childish Mo Shu, Xiji also smiled, touched his head, and said with a smile: Mo Shu is a generous man, so he won't bother with that child. I just gave some things to that child, and there are still a few packs of cakes left, so we share them together.

Yeah. With food, Mo Shu didn't care about it anymore. He happily found a bare spot with Xiji and ate cakes.

While the two were happily eating cakes, the child took the things and ran to the most dilapidated room at the edge of the village, pushed open the half-broken door, came to the person lying on the bed, and handed the things in his hand to the person on the bed.

The person on the bed was so thin that only skin and bones were left. Even his eyes showed a sense of death. He looked at the paper bag he handed over with a bit of surprise and asked intermittently: Where did you get these things? Didn't I tell you not to steal?

The child looked at him, his bright eyes flickered, and he thought of the little boy who smiled sweetly at him. He opened his mouth and said dryly: Someone else gave it to me.