Mo Hua looked at this little one, who was even smaller than himself, sighed, then grew a little angry.
They even trafficked cultivators this small...
Jiang Laoda and his gang truly deserved death and more.
He should have fed them a few more Fireball Techniques...
The eatery was ruined, scorched marks everywhere.
The child looked around, grew even more frightened, his little face deathly pale and tears shimmering in his eyes, but he still forced himself not to cry.
Mo Hua asked softly, "Are you all right..."
The child secretly glanced at Mo Hua and slowly nodded.
Mo Hua asked, "What's your name?"
The child had just been about to speak, but he opened his mouth and seemed to remember something, then shook his head again and did not say it.
Mo Hua paused, then understood.
This child probably did not dare say his surname.
If he said his surname, others would know his identity, and someone with ulterior motives might use it to extort his parents.
For such a small child, having some wariness was always a good thing, and Mo Hua did not mind.
He asked again, "Then what should I call you?"
The child thought for a moment. Seeing that Mo Hua's gaze was clear and his features kind, and though he was older than him, he was not older by much.
He was much better than those bad people who looked like fierce gods and baleful fiends...
Only then did he say timidly, "Father and Mother call me 'Yu'er'..."
"Yu'er?"
Like fine jade and beautiful gems.
They had chosen this name in the hope that their child would, in the future, be warm and gentle as jade.
Mo Hua asked again, "Where are your father and mother?"
Yu'er's expression dimmed, and he shook his head.
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