After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

In the snow, the boy who fell to the ground was about seven or eight years old. His body was stained with blood and his spiritual power was exhausted. It looked like he had just fought a real fight with someone.

Shu Nong didn't really live for a long time, and when fighting against the demons, he rarely saw such a young child on the battlefield.

She had never seen such a desperate and hostile child.

Shu Nong's indifferent and questioning eyes fell on him.

His blood-soaked fingers firmly grasped the cold snow on the ground, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, he got up tremblingly, took a step forward, and knelt down on the ground because of the injuries on his body and the exhausted spiritual power.

The blood-stained sleeves were rubbed upwards, Shu Nong moved his eyes and saw the mottled marks on his wrists.

Such a small child has only seen the world for the first time——

Are you so desperate for the world?

Shu Nong and Shu Yue moved a few steps closer to the child.

The wounded child put his hands on the ground and slowly crawled towards her feet, his bloody hands firmly grasped her hem, he lay at her feet like a wounded little animal, with a cruel look between his brows. The breath dissipated, the blood and tears rolled down the face together, sobbing and begging: "Mother—don't want me."

He stared at her cautiously, and stretched out his hand trying to reach her fingertips, but his eyes touched her white fingertips and the dirt on his hand in despair, and he retracted his hand dejectedly.

He was trembling with pain, but he still knelt down slowly under Shu Nong's indifferent eyes: "Mother, didn't you hate the demons most in the past..."

Shu Nong's eyes fell on his face.

His complexion was as pale as Shu Nong himself, the cold and the injuries on his body made him tremble unconsciously.

When Shu Nong and Liu Xubai traveled to Muyun City, they met Fu Ying herself.

At this moment, a pair of eyes almost identical to Fu Ying's was begging her cautiously.

There is only one person in the world who can call Fu Ying's mother.

The current city lord of Muyun City, Fu Yang, the old city lord's grandson who went after the demons alone and disappeared without a trace.

Shu Nong raised his hand slightly.

Fu Yang trembled even more immediately, biting his lower lip tightly, obviously looking scared, but still kneeling at her feet, without flinching in the slightest.

Shu Nong's cold hands fell on his head.

Fu Yang raised his eyes in astonishment.

The breath of despair around him stagnated, and he looked up at her, as if he didn't understand her movements, but a little joy appeared in his eyes uncontrollably.

"Mother……"

Shu Nong knelt down, wiped the blood mixed with tears on his face casually with his fingertips, and chuckled inexplicably: "You're right."

There was a little bit of spiritual energy in her fingertips.

Different from her cold palm, her spiritual power is gentle, wrapping Fu Yang gently, and slowly stroking the fine wounds on his body.

"I really hate the demons the most."

After leaving these words, she left the yard with the person beside him whom he had no impression of.

Fu Yang's hand that tried to hold her back froze in mid-air in vain.

As soon as Shu Nong came out of the City Lord's Mansion, before he could figure out how to find the missing people, a man came up to her and Shu Yue, beckoning to her and Shu Yue, leading them into a remote alley.

Shu Nong and Shu Yue followed this man all the way without saying a word, with the intention of watching the future development.

There was actually a house built in the depths of this alley. The man carefully invited her and Shu Yue in, and then leaned over and whispered: "Master—Don't worry, there are 25 people in total, I'm ready."

Shu Nong's eyelids twitched: "... 25 people?"

"Yes." The man whispered, rubbing his fingers, "According to your instructions, they are all homeless, or come from outside alone, and no one will look for them when they enter the magic palace, and they will never mess with them." The fairy gate is suspicious."

"..."

Shu Nong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly smiled, his gentle and harmless eyes fell on the face of the person in front of him.

The breath on his body is clean, with fluctuations in spiritual power, he can barely be called a monk.

There is no trace of magic in the whole body.

Shu Nong blinked, and examined him from beginning to end.

That's right, there is no trace of magic in the whole body.

It is quite certain that this person is not a human race pretending to be a demon.

He is a person.