Chapter 120 "Sister, you are finally back. Yaoyao missed you so much. What delicious food should I cook today?"

"Sister, you are finally back. Yaoyao missed you so much. What delicious food are you going to cook today?" The child in school uniform carrying a schoolbag threw the schoolbag aside, rushed up and hugged the girl's waist, stretching out his voice and acting coquettishly.

"You, how old are you, but you still act like a spoiled child. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if your sisters saw you?" The woman held a spatula in her hand and a small weight hung on her waist. She bent down and knocked the small weight on the head. Although she said this, her behavior was particularly indulgent and she still let the weight hang on her.

"Everyone knows that my favorite person in the whole family is my elder sister. What's wrong with being spoiled? I haven't seen my elder sister for a long time. For a long, long time~" When the child talked about this, he puffed his mouth, a little aggrieved and a little complaining. She let go of her, stood in front of her, opened his arms and made a big sign for a long time. Then he buried his head in her shoulder, sniffed, and looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay, sister is already in college and can't still live at home. Be good and don't cry. I'll take you out to play later. I'll take you alone." The woman coaxed her in a low voice for a long time, but seeing that she still had an expression that seemed like she was about to cry, she had to whisper her surprise to her in advance.

The child blinked and finally held back her tears. She raised her tearful almond eyes and asked softly, "How long can sister stay this time?"

"Wait until the summer vacation is over. Are you satisfied?" Seeing the child immediately jump up happily and circle around her a few times, the woman nodded her little head lovingly and sighed softly: "Who spoiled you?"

The aunt who was cooking beside her looked at the two children she had raised lovingly and joked, "Who else could it be? Didn't you raise them all by yourself? When you were in college, Yaoyao cried for a few days and you were so distressed that you almost delayed her schooling. In the whole family, you loved her the most."

The woman hesitated for a moment after hearing what she said, and felt that she didn't do that. She said stubbornly, "No, she always pesters me and always acts like a spoiled child."

At this point, the aunt disagreed and loudly defended the child, "Yaoyao is the best behaved child in the whole family, both when she was a child and now. She is always quiet no matter what she does, never causes trouble, and endures being bullied. She was the easiest to take care of when she was a child, and never cried. Even if she was scared by something, she was too embarrassed to disturb us and would shrink in a corner, twitching, which made people feel distressed at the sight of her."

Then she looked at the woman who still looked fierce even with her apron on and her features softened. She was amazed:

"It's strange to say, Yaoyao has been timid since she was a child and never dared to stay alone. And you have had that face since you were a child. If you don't smile, you look very fierce. And you didn't like to smile at that time. No matter big or small, everyone in the family was a little afraid of you. I'm afraid your prestige in their hearts is equal to that of the dean. We were worried at the time that no children in the family were willing to play with you. Would you feel lonely? I didn't expect Yaoyao to like you so much and be around you all day long."

"You may not remember it very well, but you were trying to be cool back then and didn't like playing with kids. When Yaoyao pestered you, you threatened her with a cold face. She squatted on the ground and sobbed aggrievedly, and when we held her in our arms to comfort her, she said she loved her sister the most. We all thought she wouldn't pester you anymore, but she forgot about it after a few days and still chased after you. We were betting on how long she could hold out, but you were willing to take her out to play with a sour face."

The woman felt a little embarrassed by what she said. She had even forgotten that she had disliked that child when she was a child.

She thought about it carefully and seemed to have some impression. A child the size of a nose bump stumbled towards her and wanted to play with her, but she stopped him by tapping his head with one hand. She disliked those children's childishness and noise, and always stayed alone in the corner, but she didn't expect that she would still be stared at.

At that time, she seemed to have a sullen face, with her hands folded in front of her chest, looking arrogant and fierce, looking down at the child who was smiling at her with two dimples, and coldly spat out a sentence: "Little brat, go away."

The child was stunned for a moment, as if frightened by her, and pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. Just as she turned around to leave, a timid little hand trembled and grabbed her sleeve, crying, "I like it, sister. Sister, don't go."

After this happened a few times, she was worn out and had no temper left. He pinched her fair face fiercely and wiped away her tears.

"You can be around me, but you are not allowed to make noise or cry. You must listen to me in everything and you are not allowed to hide anything from me. If you are bullied, tell me and I will fight back for you."

The child in front of her looked so obedient and soft, and she would not fight back if she was bullied. If she didn't protect her, how pitiful she would be. The young girl made excuses for herself.

Even now, she didn't know why she chose her so firmly at that time. She was obviously fierce and withdrawn, and could not be coaxed with sweet words. Those skills were gradually learned by the child following her around.

It was not until she entered the Tianshi Mansion for her that she gradually understood that she was...

The black fog, which was almost an apartment away from Yao Yaoyao, suddenly opened its scarlet eyes, looking a little dazed. Did it just recall its past memories?

The child in my memory was so noisy, but it could tolerate it without getting annoyed? And it took the trouble to take care of her?

The Black Mist was somewhat suspicious as to whether its memory was wrong. Although not many memories remained, it knew that deep down it was most afraid of trouble. It was hard for it to imagine that it would actually go to such lengths.

Could it be that the obsession it has in the world of the living is that child?

The Yin Qi subconsciously swelled a little and rushed around the small apartment. Just as it was about to recall further, a whimper suddenly interrupted it.

The scarlet eyes subconsciously looked towards the pitch-black mass.

Yao Yaoyao curled up on the bed, her whole body except her head was wrapped tightly in a quilt. The quilt suddenly trembled a few times, and she sobbed and cried out in a sobbing voice:

"Sister, don't go. Yaoyao misses you so much."

Heiwu withdrew his gaze and ignored her.

It has already done something once where your kindness was taken for granted, and it will never do it a second time.

It still remembers what the child did. It cooked for her with good intentions, but she dared to refuse it so loudly.

It subconsciously forgot the reason why it cooked. As the King of Ghosts, it always did whatever it wanted and would never reflect on itself.

"Sister, don't leave me. I'm scared." She wrinkled her nose and sobbed, with two tears hanging on her wet eyelashes.

"It's so noisy." It endured it again and again, and spat out these words with some anger, and then jumped to the head of the bed.

I wanted to punch her to wake her up, but when I saw the tears on her face, my anger subsided by half.

The red eyes looked down at her for a while. The pillow was soaked with tears unconsciously. She curled up into a small ball, not daring to cry loudly even in her sleep. She bit her lower lip and lowered her voice. Her nasal crying voice was unclear, like an abandoned kitten.

"What a brat." An inexplicable voice of contempt emanated from the black fog. Those eyes unexpectedly softened in a rare way.

The thick and gloomy aura dissipated a lot, and it seemed to sigh, still puzzled by its own strange reaction.

But it still follows its own heart.

Surrounded by black mist, the woman's body was looming. It stretched out a hand, and its cold hand touched her sticky hair. Then it spread out its palm, gently placed it on her head, and rubbed it.

The scarlet eyes watched her reaction without blinking.

If she dared to dislike its evil spirit in her sleep, it would immediately beat her up and make her tremble at the sight of it.

Yao Yaoyao frowned and loosened her teeth. Just as it was thinking that it was not good and wanted to withdraw its hand, its burning head trembled and rubbed its cold palm again and again, as if it was acting coquettishly.

It didn't know what it felt at that time. It was as if its heart was being cut by a knife, and the pain was incredible.

Thick yin energy continued to pour out of the body, filling the entire apartment. If Yao Yaoyao opened her eyes, she would find that she couldn't see any of the items in the apartment clearly, as if she had entered the underworld.

The woman sat on the bed, looking down at her, the hand still on her head, rubbing it intermittently. The Yin Qi drilled into the girl uncontrollably, and soon wrapped her tightly. It pulled her, pressed her whole body towards it, and easily held her in its arms.

On a silent night, in a dark apartment, a woman whose face could not be seen clearly because she was surrounded by negative energy was holding a girl who was wrapped in negative energy like a cicada pupa. Her blood-stained hands were placed on her fair face. It was extremely eerie and terrifying.

It said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The whimpering sound gradually weakened into tiny sobs. Yao Yaoyao unconsciously flared her nostrils and rubbed her tear-stained face against it again and again. She gradually stopped crying and muttered something that the woman could not understand.

Seeing her like this, Heiwu was about to let go, but Yao Yaoyao seemed to notice something and immediately stretched out a hand from under the quilt and hugged him like a spoiled child.

"Sister, don't leave."

The woman took a deep breath, but managed to hold it in. She warned in a low voice, "If you dare to scream tomorrow morning, I will beat you up severely."

The morning sun shone into the house, and the Yin Qi gathered again, tightly wrapping its body, condensing into a black ball about the same size as a woman.

Yao Yaoyao opened her eyes in confusion, and felt a chill all over her body. Before she could think, she was greeted by a gloomy aura. She hugged the black mist in her arms, and even rested her cheek in the black mist.

A deafening shout came from the apartment.

“Ahhhhhh, I…why am I in your arms?”

Yao Yaoyao immediately jumped up, using all four limbs to crawl under the bed with the quilt. With a thud, she fell directly to the ground. She didn't have time to care so much, and crawled to the corner. She didn't stop until her back was pressed against the wall, and she wrapped her whole body with the quilt, revealing a pale face and cowering at it.