Chapter 8

The young boy looked at her.

He looked down at her from a height.

In his black pupils, the delicate and helpless face of the little girl was reflected. Looking at this face, which to him was like that of a "monkey"...

"......Are you hungry? Hmm... then why don't you eat the steamed bun?"

The young boy continued to scrutinize the little girl. After a moment, he suddenly felt a sudden urge, stretched out his two hands, and gently pried open the little girl's lips.

"You don't have any teeth..."

The young boy frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he finally crawled back into the kitchen ruins. It took him quite a while to re-emerge, holding a small cup. Carefully, it seemed to contain some liquid.

He picked up the little girl again, gently moved the cup to her lips, and said, "Here, this is for you to drink. This should be goat's milk, right? You have my power inside you, so you absorb nutrients quickly."

The milky white liquid in the cup slowly touched the little girl's lips.

Perhaps she sensed the liquid, her lips began to gradually open. Seeing her open her mouth, the young boy didn't dare to pour too much. After thinking for a moment, he dipped his finger in the goat's milk and then extended it to her little mouth.

The little girl seemed to feel the moist sensation, and her mouth suddenly opened wide, forcefully sucking on the young boy's finger. At that moment, the young boy directly felt the sensation... well, how to describe it? It was... very weak, but with a desperate effort to suck.

After much effort, the young boy finally pulled his finger out of the little girl's mouth. He lowered his head and carefully examined her toothless little mouth. After thinking for a moment, he dipped his finger in the goat's milk again, extended it above the little girl's mouth, and carefully fed her.

It took him a long time to feed her half a cup of goat's milk.

Gradually, some townspeople began to come to check things out. They saw a boy who looked like a beggar holding a baby wrapped in a dirty swaddling cloth.

Some people wanted to ask, but those who wanted to ask eventually went to ask about the jewelry buried under the rubble.

The vast Qian family estate, under the rubble, was buried with countless treasures!

The sun began to set...

The young boy still leaned against the broken wall, continuously using his finger to dip into the goat's milk and feed the little girl.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw the townspeople walking around the ruins, constantly searching for valuable items under the bricks and tiles, and the officials who hurriedly came to maintain order at the scene.

"Go away! Don't get in the way here."

An official walked over, waving his baton to drive them away. The young boy dazedly said "oh" and directly picked up the baby in his arms, walking out.

Just as he took a step to leave, a duck that had been hiding in the shadows quacked and came out, shaking its feathers and waddling behind the young boy.

A young boy, a baby, and a duck.

Such a group slowly walked under the sunset, their shadows stretching long until they merged into the surrounding darkness...

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The sky was completely dark.

The young boy leaned against a secluded wall corner in the small town, just like the beggars seen everywhere in the past.

Only today, the only beggar here was him.

The other beggars?

They all went to the Qian family ruins to seek the opportunity to become masters.

"Phew~~~~~"

Exhaling, the young boy finally took a temporary rest.

The little girl in his arms was now fed, no longer drinking the goat's milk. Her head tilted to one side, and she began to fall into a deep sleep.

As she slept, the young boy also picked her up, looking at her face very seriously.

After a long, serious examination, he finally nodded, stretched out his palm, and quietly reached into the little girl's swaddling cloth, touching her chest...

The young boy's face was very serious.

It was a very serious expression.

After touching for a while, he began to gently rub, then closed his eyes, as if feeling something.

"Power, power... come out quickly... come back quickly..."

He kept touching and rubbing the little girl's small chest. The little girl, being touched, still tilted her head, curled up, and looked completely helpless, letting him do as he pleased.

After about fifteen minutes of continuous touching, the young boy's serious expression remained... so serious. He frowned, took his hand out, turned the little girl over, and continued to touch her back, muttering to himself.

This situation continued for almost an hour, and the young boy, sweating profusely, had touched the poor little girl all over! But the power that had entered her body seemed to have taken root, showing no signs of coming out.

After much hesitation, the young boy finally looked disappointed, dressed the little girl (in her swaddling cloth) again, and held her against the wall, deep in thought.

"You are really interesting."

A voice came from the side. The young boy turned his head and saw a duck now squatting next to him, its eyes filled with "wisdom" staring at him intently.

"Oh."

The young boy responded, then continued to frown, hugging the little girl and thinking.

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"Ah! The duck can talk?!"

After a long time, he suddenly jumped up, holding the little girl and hastily retreating! At the same time, he looked at the duck squatting in front of him with a very panicked expression.

"What? Is it so rare for a duck to talk? You can fight for ten days and nights with a hundred people, and you don't even know this?"

The duck wobbled to its feet. It slightly stretched its wings and waddled two steps closer to the young boy.

At first, the young boy seemed really scared. But when he saw that it was really just a duck, he laughed foolishly, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Oh... are you a monster? Yes, I know some monsters can speak human language."

The duck stretched its neck, slightly tidied its back feathers, and turned back to say, "Quack, monster? You mean those low-level creatures? Let me tell you, I am not such a low-level existence."

The young boy's face showed even more confusion. He looked down at the baby in his arms, saw that she was still sleeping, and gently held her tighter.

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