Chapter 11 First Encounter with Qin Zheng

The little girl blinked her big eyes, and her curled eyelashes fluttered like two small palm-leaf fans. Combined with her fair and rosy face, she looked indescribably lively and cute.

What a cute little girl, is she the fairy who came to save me?

Nuan's father stretched his neck to look at the wild boar whose neck had also been cut, and then looked at his daughter suspiciously.

Nuanbao almost got into trouble and felt a little guilty, so he grinned at his father.

This girl is so bold! She dares to use her supernatural powers on a living person. If she gets reported to the higher-ups, her life will be in danger! No, I must teach her a lesson when I get home.

"Hey, whose kid is this? There's so much stuff in this mountain. How dare you come up here alone? What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

Nuan's father didn't know if there were any family members of the child nearby, so he asked tentatively.

I don’t know if the little boy was scared silly, he didn’t say anything, just stared at Nuanbao.

Nuan's father looked around and confirmed that Qin Zheng was really the only one here, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey, the kid looks terrified, probably didn't see anything. Never mind, let's just take him back first!

Lying on the man's broad and warm shoulders, Qin Zheng had the illusion as if he was separated from him.

Ever since his father and mother were taken away by those people wearing armbands who suddenly rushed in, it seemed like he hadn't felt such warmth and security for a long time.

Suddenly, something warm and soft was stuffed into his palm. Qin Zheng subconsciously tightened his palm and squeezed it.

Nuanbao lay on his father's shoulder, looking at the little boy who was also lying on his father's shoulder with a dull look in his eyes. He felt a little worried, and reached out his hand tentatively, and put it into the boy's cold palm.

Although the little boy's face was covered in a layer of dried blood, one could tell from his appearance that he was definitely a handsome little boy.

What a sin! How could such a beautiful child have such bad luck to meet such an unreliable person like me? After suffering this unprovoked disaster, I just hope this child doesn't suffer any psychological trauma!

No, there are no gods in this world. If there really are gods, why didn’t they come when my parents were taken away?

If there really is a god, why didn’t the god come when grandma was dying?

If there really is such a thing, why didn’t the gods come when my grandfather had a high fever?

Qin Zheng said nothing, shaking off Nuan Bao's hand. He just looked at Nuan Bao quietly, a look of defensiveness slowly rising in his big eyes. He no longer looked weak and helpless, but more like a hedgehog with its spikes erected, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

Nuanbao awkwardly withdrew her hand, touched her pocket, and took out a piece of dried sweet potato that her grandmother had stuffed into her pocket before she left.

"Here you go, it's sweet!"

Afraid that the boy would refuse, she stuffed the warm treasure directly into the boy's hand.

The boy looked at the dried sweet potatoes in his hand and was stunned.

The children in the village either threw stones or rotten vegetable leaves at him, the child of a bad element. This was the first time he received food.

"Zhengzheng, Zhengzheng, Zhengzheng, are you on the mountain?"

When Nuan's father was halfway up the mountain with his two children in his arms, he heard a hoarse and weathered voice calling out.

"Grandpa, I'm here!"

Qin Zheng, who had been quietly holding the dried sweet potatoes, suddenly changed his expression and began to struggle violently. Nuanba was caught off guard and threw him to the ground. Nuanbao was startled and almost fell with him. At the critical moment, she hugged Nuanba's neck.