The Jealous King System in Quick Transmigration Always Cuts Off My Romantic Relationships

Chapter 73 The Mysterious Cartoonist (20)

Unexpectedly, the fat woman just watched coldly and even took a few steps back.

It gives off an attitude of "don't let it affect her, it's none of my business."

Gong Yueyue: ...

This?
This?
What kind of mother is this? How can there be such a mother in this world?

How to do?
My hands are itching, so itchy! I must beat this damned woman to death!
Gong Yueyue was so angry she wanted to jump up and down.

But no one here can see her; she's only here in spirit, so there's no way for her to punish this damned woman.

Of course, it would be different if she had magical powers.

such a pity.

Fu Yanxing also knew that the tattered clothes he was wearing had been set on fire.

Clever as he was, he tried his best to roll around on the ground with his back to the ground.

He finally managed to extinguish the fire on his body.

He cautiously looked up at the chubby, round-faced woman.

The woman gave a disgusted "humph," turned around, and left the cornfield.

After watching her mother leave, Fu Yanxing slowly squatted down, hugged her shoulders, and cried softly in a helpless and aggrieved tone.

The moon slowly rose higher, and the sky gradually darkened.

Various sounds came from the village.

There were sounds of children being called home for dinner.

There were sounds of laughter and playful banter.

There were also sounds of dogs barking and chickens crowing.

No one ever called Fu Yanxing, as if he were a superfluous or non-existent person.

Fu Yanxing cried for a long time before finally carrying his bruises and red, swollen eyes, picking up his drawing of the stick girl, and dragging his small body weakly toward the house.

When he was about fifty meters away from a low, tiled house, Fu Yanxing stopped. By the dim moonlight, he looked at the house in front of him, then looked down at the painting in his hand and murmured, "Little stick, at first I hoped that all the sticks that hit me wouldn't hurt. Because you are like a gentle and beautiful little girl, you wouldn't be so cruel as to hit me."

As Fu Yanxing spoke, tears streamed down her face again. She looked up at the houses not far away, her voice hoarse with sobs, and continued, "Now I hope that you are the magic weapon to lash out at all the evils of the world and eradicate all the injustices in this world."

Gong Yueyue was stunned when she heard Fu Yanxing say something that didn't suit his age.

Gong Yueyue also looked down at the drawing paper in Fu Yanxing's hand, and she actually saw that the stick girl in the drawing moved.

how come?
Gong Yueyue rubbed her eyes and looked at the painting again. The stick girl really did move.

She even winked at her.

Her eyes were a beautiful turquoise, and the girl's lively smile was captivatingly cute.

Gong Yueyue: ...

Just as Gong Yueyue was in a daze, another gentle voice came.

"Zeng Yanxing, where are you? It's so dark! Where are you?"

Her voice was so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness.

This sound?
Isn't that Fu Yanxing's mother's voice?
Why have you suddenly become so gentle?
A short while later, a plump, round-faced woman appeared carrying something that looked like a lantern.

The woman appeared in front of Fu Yanxing, lowered her head and stroked Fu Yanxing's head, her voice gentle: "Zeng Yanxing, what happened to you? Why are you injured?"

"My son, you break my heart so much."

"Son, tell Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Tell Mom, who bullied you?

The light from the lantern shone on the round-faced woman's face, flickering between bright and dim, making her originally kind but worried expression appear exceptionally eerie, so eerie that it sent chills down one's spine.

Gong Yueyue: ...

Fu Yanxing: ...

(End of this chapter)