Chapter 313 Chapter 313 Why do I empathize with the pain in my fingers...
It, is a really good person! No, it is a really good mirror!!!
This is outrageous, really outrageous.
The ocean mirror trembled, but it still had to obey the will of the world consciousness and play the little cub's day.
Ocean Mirror: ...
You gods, worlds, and so on, can't you communicate face to face if you have something to say?
Why do you have to go through it?
It's really just an innocent little mirror!!
And in the mirror, the door of the room was suddenly opened.
A tall figure came in carrying a cup of squeezed nutrient solution and placed it aside.
He also held a small box in his hand.
After opening it, there were some tiny needles inside.
The cold light made the little cub shudder all over and shrink back in fear subconsciously.
Those big eyes were filled with fear.
Arvid's clenched fists did not loosen.
The Ocean Mirror's tense string did not relax either.
The world consciousness was also slightly stunned.
Like Daryl, it hadn't looked at the whole cub's past.
At this moment, I randomly searched for Arvid for a day. Of course, it hadn't seen it. It was just an ordinary day.
After the little guy lost his voice, he huddled in his little room alone, nestled in his little basin, shedding little pearls.
Even a scene like this is enough to make people feel heartbroken.
Not to mention scenes like this.
"That's not enough, Milo."
The man pushed the nutrient solution in front of Milo, picked up the container in which Milo collected pearls, and shook it gently.
When the pearls collided and made a sound, the little guy shook violently, as if he was extremely scared.
His eyes widened in fear, and his little body shrank back a little.
"Why did you only cry a few pearls today?"
The little guy couldn't speak and could only shake his little head in fear.
Tears were still falling.
"I'm not trying to scare you, foster father. Think about it, if our family wants to survive, we need money, right? Otherwise, how would you have a place to live and nutrient solution to drink?"
Little Milo's adoptive father said these high-sounding words.
"So, this can't be blamed on the adoptive father. You should understand the adoptive father. Milo is an obedient and good child, right?"
Milo's little hand was forcibly grabbed out.
The little guy tried hard to shrink back, but he couldn't do it at all, so he could only shake his head desperately.
However, he was unable to stop the sharp needle from piercing his fingertip, and as if that was not enough, Milo's adoptive father thought for a moment, found the most painful spot, and inserted the needle tip into the part of his fingernail.
The little fish was struggling frantically, splashing water everywhere, and tears as big as beans kept falling, whimpering silently.
Until Milo's adoptive father left here.
The little guy looked at his hands tremblingly.
The tears flowed more violently than before.
The little cub, who was not even five years old, didn't know that his crying only confirmed the evil man's guess and only pushed him further and further into the abyss.
But at this moment, the little guy could only curl up into a ball, holding his little hands, blowing gently, his whole face was wrinkled with grievance, and his face was red from crying.
Arvid suddenly remembered the scene he saw outside the courtyard.
Little Milo held Christine's hand, weeping, and finally dropped little pearls.
He said he knew how much it hurt.
That's not a lie.
He really knows.
He has felt it.
Arvid couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and he kept squeezing the ocean mirror with force.
The ocean mirror was so strong that it trembled slightly in fear and began to remind Avid.
And that's just for one day.
Even at this time, little Milo was unable to speak.
Arvid is calmer than Daryl after all.
He quickly analyzed the relevant situation.
The world in the picture is obviously not a magical world.
It was a world he didn't know.
That's where little Milo came from.
Milo didn't have a good life there, and it was very bad.
Even when it was in so much pain, it just cried and didn't scream. This also shows that the cub had lost the ability to speak at that time.
So there are still many things ahead that he doesn't know about.
Arvid looked at the ocean mirror as it slowly stopped working.
He bent his fingers and tapped the mirror lightly.
"What else?"
It can't be just this little.
Arvid thought about putting the pearl into the ocean mirror.
This time it was stopped by the world consciousness.
The world consciousness looked at the calm and crazy Arvid.
I thought about what would happen to this guy if I let him know everything.
For the sake of world stability, it does not want to have two main gods who are equally in a state of madness.
That's a bit too dangerous.
The most important thing is——
The world consciousness found the location of the little cub.
The elegant gentleman has pried open the door to another world and has also delivered a heavy blow.
But the world consciousness actually couldn't stand it.
I said it a long time ago.
Little Milo's appearance completely conforms to the aesthetic standards of this world.
From world consciousness to God.
If the little guy just looks at him pitifully, nine out of ten gods will compromise.
The remaining one might be Bo Dong, who is wary of Daryl and Little Milo.
We have to give this little guy a more peaceful world.
After beating another world.
The magical world has a deep understanding of the importance of emotional stability.
And now, the power behind the scenes is still stirring, hiding in the dark, trying to fight for control of this world.
They still have a lot to do.
The world consciousness ignored Arvid's request to ask him where that world was.
It had been said long ago that these two guys were exactly the same.
Even if you only see part of it, the mental journey is the same.
At this moment, little Milo was holding the hand of Teacher Fran and walking on the path.
They had already arrived at the door of the sweet soup shop.
The little guy's outstanding appearance and soft hair made everyone around him unable to help but look over.
Fran had never been stared at by so many people before, and she was a little nervous as she held the cub.
In order to ensure the safety of the cub, she looked up and scanned the surroundings.
The little guy was jumping around, and although he would hide behind Fran when there were many people around, overall he looked like a normal cub of this age.
Lively and cute.
Daryl and Kristen, hiding in the dark, stared at the little guy.
Yes, Christine, who had already shown great affection for the children by looking after them at home all day, couldn't help but ask to come along.
And little Milo paused.
He tilted his little head.
Just now, he seemed to feel a gust of wind, like a gentle caress, gently caressing his head.
That feeling is somewhat familiar.
Little Milo lowered his head, reached out to hold the gem around his neck, and spoke in a low voice.
"godfather?"
The gentleman who had just watched the little guy pass by and was hit by a critical strike gently stroked the little cub's head
The world consciousness that previously thought it was a small burden and didn't want it to enter has completely changed.
As the godfather, it also used the wind to pull little Milo's hand.
Magical elements all over the world leaped as they sensed the sadness of the world consciousness.
So pitiful, baby.
Too pitiful, isn't it?
How could the world be like this?
I really want to go back and beat up that world consciousness again.
It's broken into so many pieces.
Then just beat up each one of them.
The wind blew across the little cub's cheeks, and the pink hair rubbed against his little face, making him feel a little itchy, and he giggled.
It looks bright and carefree at the moment.
Still speaking in a low voice.
"Godfather, please don't bother Milo."
He came out with the teacher.
Don't embarrass yourself.
Only then did the world consciousness give up.
The melancholy gentleman hid aside and continued to be melancholy.
And the dark.
Daryl's eyes darkened.
Kristen noticed that little Milo was acting strangely and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"What happened to the little master just now?"
Daryl naturally knew that the world consciousness was going to provoke this little guy again.
He laughed.
He obviously looked unhappy.
"I was touched by some random person."
Godfather is Godfather, why are you doing this for no reason?
Isn't it just a pat on the head? Is there anything wrong with a godfather patting his godson's head?
As if sensing Daryl's attitude, the blue sky above became a little gloomy.
It seems a bit like jealousy.
At this moment, Fran had already done it with Milo.
"You want the classic flavors? Try the most classic one first. If you like it, we can consider other options later."
Fran looked at Milo with a smile.
Look at this little guy, he is like a little adult, holding the menu, trying to show off the knowledge he has just learned recently.
He placed the menu on the table and pointed at each word.
"Classic flavor milky sweet soup, corn soup——"
Fran arched his brows in encouragement.
"Milo is amazing. He remembered everything and learned so quickly."
When little Xiaomilo heard the compliment, he subconsciously straightened his back.
The proprietress who came over to take the order was also smiling.
He took a curious look at the pink-haired little cub.
The proprietress obviously knew Fran and was very skilled in chatting him up.
"Is this your relative? He's so handsome! I've never seen such a handsome kid. He's standing at the door. I was just saying to your uncle, 'Wow, our door seems to be glowing.'"
Fran suddenly laughed too.
But he waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, no, this is the student I tutor, the son of my employer. He's so smart, he's learned almost everything he needed to learn in just two weeks. That's why I came to treat him to some sweet soup."
After all, Daryl was really generous and solved Fran's urgent problem.
Not only could she pay her tuition, but she also had enough money to do other things.
“That’s amazing.”
The proprietress smiled.
“Two classic flavors, right?”
"Yeah, hard work."
Fran nodded.
She watched the proprietress take note and was about to speak to Milo again.
There was some commotion outside the door.
A group of people entered the store and strode towards them.
"So you found a part-time job, Fran. You're such a shrewd student. Seeing me taking on students, you insist on taking one yourself, right? But it's such a pity. A country girl like you from a small place can't possibly join our class, let alone your mother, who got close to my father like you did."
The person who came was a tall female magician wearing a robe.
She looked somewhat similar to Fran, but her eyes were filled with malice.
She walked in and first looked around at the little cubs sitting at the other end.
It is certain that this child has never been seen among the noble class, nor has he ever heard of a talented cub of this age in the Magicians' Association.
No matter if they are nobles or commoners, as long as the child in their family has magical talent, they will definitely rush to send him to the Magicians Association and register him. This is not only about the money given every month, but also represents identity and status.
This cub, whom she didn't know at all, made her seem to have made up her mind all of a sudden, and her voice became even more arrogant.
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