099: The Little Beauty is Kidnapped by the Great Magician
"Your Excellency, Holy Son."
This time, the person who came up was Zhou Luo, the smiling tiger.
"I'll ask you questions, and you just need to answer them." As if seeking the boy's opinion, Zhou Luo asked softly, "Is that alright?"
Although this sentence is a question.
But anyone with ears could tell that this was not a simple question.
It is a disguised threat.
So Huaiyan, trembling and with tears streaming down her face, slowly nodded.
"That's a good baby."
The boy clearly hadn't suffered much hardship.
She is petite and delicate in appearance, and treats everyone with the same kindness.
This is something they both love and hate.
“Baby.” Zhou Luo spoke again, but his tone was completely different from before.
The young man seemed to have torn off his mask of being a nice guy, his tone filled with a dangerous aura.
He asked in a deep voice, "Of the rest of us, who do you like the most?"
The forceful questions reached the boy's ears.
The boy, who had always been naive and ignorant of the ways of the world, suddenly raised his head, his fearful expression reflected in the eyes of the others.
In his struggle to win the Holy Son, Zhou Luo momentarily lost his manners and resorted to informal language.
It's important to understand that the five races have always been clearly divided into classes.
As the leader of the human race, Zhou Luo must always be addressed as the Holy Son, regardless of the circumstances.
However, the other six people present did not care about this issue.
All they wanted was a positive answer from the boy.
"Oh dear~" The succubus flew around the boy nervously, appearing somewhat anxious.
He was afraid of hearing other names from the boy's mouth.
The expressions on Lang Qing's and Xia Ya's faces were not pleasant either.
Lucy stood with the guards, staring intently at the boy.
Huai Yan was immediately terrified by the men's frightening gazes and broke out in a cold sweat.
He had a vague premonition.
If he answers with one of the names.
The other six people would immediately rush up and tear him to pieces.
Huaiyan felt like crying but had no tears left, so she had no choice but to ask 073 for help.
073 also observed for a long time.
He never expected that the question these seven people had so eagerly sought to ask would be this.
073 thought that they had discovered what the Father God had done to the boy and were coming to question him.
...Unable to evaluate.
073 even felt a sense of powerlessness when facing seven elementary school students.
This question is very similar to the one that relatives often ask human infants during Chinese New Year: "Do you like your father more or your mother more?"
Whatever the answer, this question is very daunting.
"...Just don't say it's any one of them." 073 sighed wearily. "Try to be as vague as possible in your answer."
Otherwise, Huaiyan probably wouldn't have been able to walk out of the side hall safely.
Upon hearing this, the boy could only timidly respond.
"Why...why do we have to choose one..." The boy rubbed his reddened eyes, "I...I..."
Soon, the boy was unable to say anything more.
Seemingly feeling wronged, the boy cried uncontrollably.
He gripped Zhou Luo's shoulders tightly, shaking his head without saying a word.
"Oh dear—" Esther was the first to respond, pushing Zhou Luo aside with concern to speak up for the boy, "So that means you like them all~"
In any case, it's impossible to make a definitive choice about Huai inkstones in a short time.
This answer is indeed the best.
After the boy had cried his fill, the side hall fell silent again.
Esther gently placed the person on the sofa.
Seeing that the boy was calm, Lucy took the first step.
The young man knelt down on one knee in the same posture, looking the boy in the eye.
“Your Holiness,” Lucy said, trying to keep his voice down, afraid of frightening the boy to tears again.
Lucy's voice was solemn, and anyone could hear the seriousness in his words.
“Father God,” Lucie said in a hoarse voice, stating it plainly, “has taken a liking to you too, hasn’t he?”
Lucy's voice was firm, leaving the boy no room for rebuttal.
The remaining six people were unusually quiet.
Even Esther, who looked distressed, stood there motionless, as if she wanted to get to the bottom of things.
“Your Excellency, Holy Son.” Xiu Yi rushed forward to comfort the boy.
He cupped the boy's face in his hands, his voice incredibly gentle. "Don't be afraid, just answer."
They will not do anything that would harm the teenager.
Such a tender yet reliable wing is truly rare.
Perhaps it's because I've spent too much time with the great magician.
Xiuyi's appearance and comfort miraculously brought the boy a sense of peace.
Then I heard Xiuyi's gentle, concerned voice.
The boy's nose suddenly stung, and he blinked sadly.
"Shu, Shu Yi...!"
The boy hugged Xiuyi tightly around the waist, his eyes warm and his voice choked with emotion.
At this moment, all of Huaiyan's grievances and anxieties completely erupted.
Once the feeling of being wronged is opened, it's very difficult to take it back.
Huaiyan clutched Xiuyi's dark blue mage robe tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"I...I don't know..." He shook his head, his expression one of helplessness and confusion. "The flowers appeared suddenly..."
In the blink of an eye, a bouquet of white roses appeared in his arms.
The boy had no idea what the Father God truly meant.
That is a god.
Since ancient times, the will of the gods has been unfathomable.
Upon hearing this, Xiu Yi glanced at the others but said nothing.
He naturally believed in the boy.
From the time when the Holy Son was over ten years old until now, Hugh had known the boy for five or six years.
From being ignorant and clueless to supporting each other today.
Even though Xiu Yi had an extremely dark heart, he was unwilling to make things difficult for the boy.
And it's quite obvious that the others think the same way.
Zhou Luo, who had been on high alert just moments before, now relaxed a bit and stopped frowning.
That's true.
Zhou Luo comforted himself.
The boy was merely a holy son, and the Father God should have been arrogant and disdainful of him.
How could he possibly take a fancy to a holy son from an unknown continent?
The Father God rules over all continents, and even the world beyond the continent of Seer.
They must be overthinking it.
Zhou Luo didn't want to think about it any further.
Because they all knew that if they really tried to take someone from the Father God...
That's what you call overestimating yourself.
"Don't cry." Xiu Yi sighed softly and bent down to wipe away the boy's tears.
Every time I see His Holiness the Holy Son, I see this pitiful look on his face.
Even Xiuyi would unconsciously lower his voice.
"Oh dear—" the succubus breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then everything's alright, right?"
Judging from Huaiyan's account, the other party seemed to have never seen the Father God in person.
Since we haven't seen it, it means that the Father God hasn't considered it yet.
Lucy nodded. He stood behind Xia, having regained his original gentle demeanor.
The guard stepped forward and stuffed the handkerchief he was holding into Huaiyan's hand.
In terms of status, the guards were the least noticeable of the seven.
But this doesn't stop the guards from showing pity for His Highness the Holy Son.
Surprisingly, Xiuyi didn't have any conflict with the guards this time either.
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