Zhi’er took small steps and ran off.
"I’m going to play over there, goodbye brother!" With that, the little figure dashed away.
Bai Xuanmo was startled: "Am I so kind of monster? Running away so fast."
Finally, he didn’t forget to shout: "Don’t run too far, the bamboo forest is deep!"
However, the small and adorable figure of Zhi’er was already out of sight.
Bai Xuanmo lifted his foot to pursue but thought better of it and pulled back his boot.
He looked seriously at the lush green bamboo forest.
Such a large forest should have many snakes, right?
If he rembered correctly, so snakes like to coil up inside bamboo.
Once, he had gone up the mountain to gather herbs, and when he cut into a bamboo root, a bamboo leaf green snake fell out.
Even now, Bai Xuanmo couldn’t forget the sudden sense of fear that overwheld him.
Actually, if it weren’t for feeding the bears for Zhi’er,
He wouldn’t bother stepping in here.
Zhi’er, with her little feet, curiously wandered around the bamboo forest.
The little one squatted down from ti to ti, stepping on a small wildflower and holding it in her hand.
"I’ll give it to brother later." Zhi’er smiled sweetly.
Just then, a reprimanding voice ca from above her head—
"Where did this little thief co from! Daring to pick flowers from our garden!"
Zhi’er looked up, blinking her round, dark eyes upward.
She saw a little boy about five years old, with smudged gray-black on his face and a runny nose, holding a slingshot.
His feet gripped the bamboo skillfully, preventing himself from falling.
Currently, he was looking at Zhi’er with an imposing manner.
"I’m not a thief, I’m Zhi’er, my brother brought here." The little one explained softly.
The little boy furrowed his brow: "Brother? Liar! I’ve lived here forever, how co I’ve never seen you or your brother?"
"I advise you, this manor is Young Master’s private garden, outsiders aren’t allowed in."
But Zhi’er pouted: "Then how did you get in?"
The little boy was stunned: "I, I’m not an outsider! I am the guard responsible for looking after the bamboo forest, ensuring every bamboo here isn’t stolen!"
Zhi’er scratched her cheek with her little hand.
She murmured to herself: "Who would steal bamboo, it’s not like it’s tang yuan..."
The little boy in the tree couldn’t hear what she was saying.
He could only see this cute little one with a plump, rosy face.
The little boy slid down from the bamboo with a quick motion.
"Forget it, seeing that you’re still a little kid, I won’t argue with you."
"You better leave, or when I tell my mother, she’ll have soone kick you out." He urged.
Zhi’er blinked her big round eyes: "But I was brought in, not here to steal bamboo."
"Who brought you in?"
"Brother told to call her Aunt Qiao~"
The little boy’s eyes widened, and he jumped up: "That’s my mother!"
At this mont, Zhi’er looked at his feet and suddenly covered her mouth with her little hand, letting out a soft cry.
"Ah—! Under your feet..."
At this mont, Bai Xuanmo, who was pacing outside the bamboo forest, awaiting Zhi’er’s return, heard the voice, and his brows suddenly furrowed coldly.
This cry was from the Little Ball, could it be that sothing happened to his sister?
He took a step forward, ready to charge into the forest.
But in his heart, the fear and shadow of snakes once again tightly entwined his heart like vines.
Bai Xuanmo’s face was pale, and in his narrow eyes, waves of emotion surged.
The suffering he had endured in the past flashed before his eyes like snowflakes.
Snake pit, dead bodies, white bones.
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