She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 50 Refugees
And Huarong's appearance gives people the impression of darkness, tranquility, and ruthlessness.

High above, overlooking all beings.

The actual King Ling is an insecure child at heart, who can catch even a little kindness towards him.

Seemingly indifferent, but in fact needs more care than anyone else.

For thousands of years, only Zhou Ling has never left him, loves him, and protects him.

Guagua saw Zhou Ling tenderly kissing Lingwang's forehead and face countless times.

Seeing King Ling's undisguised possessiveness when he was kissed.

In the first year, Zhou Ling hugged King Ling and coaxed her to sleep almost every night, and told strange stories about mermaids and monkeys.

At that time, it was thinking, Zhou Ling's identity was obviously wrong, why didn't King Ling investigate?

Does it matter, or does she not care even if she knows that her origin is unknown?

Seeing King Ling being taken care of by Zhou Ling every day is really like a six-year-old child, who doesn't need to wear clothes by himself, his teeth are sore, but he is worried about his own safety.

It does get a lot.

In the past few years, what he often eats is the snacks that King Ling found for Zhou Ling. The strong medicinal power and spiritual power are stronger than his own dry practice for 200 years.

Zhou Ling treats King Ling the same as he treats it, and it thinks: If it is also a well-behaved child, maybe little Lingzi will take care of it like that?

It has also figured out the ins and outs of the past two days, so it is even more worried...

Xiao Lingzi is like a son-in-law who accidentally slept with a girl. In addition, he knew this girl and had a good impression of her. He thought it would be okay to marry her back home, so they got together.

It's not that he has to be, it's not that he loves him so much that he can't extricate himself.

Guagua didn't find sweetness in Zhou Ling's eyes early in the morning, but was tired instead.

Just like at this moment, there is no enchantment in the carriage, and it can hear any movement clearly.

Zhou Ling wanted to sleep, and King Ling hugged her to sleep. Then Zhou Ling felt uncomfortable being hugged together and didn't want to be hugged, but King Ling was angry.

It even felt the cold breath.

Sure enough, Zhou Ling compromised.

Life is not easy, Quack sighed.

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It will take about a month to go to Shu.

Zhou Ling always remembers that she is an ordinary monk and cannot fly with a sword or control a horse to run by itself.

By the tenth day, many refugees had already appeared on the official road.

Zhou Ling looked out of the window and saw that there were no dead bodies scattered all over the place, but the refugees were all like zombies, with pale faces and skeletons.

The bottom of her heart was touched after all, it was very sour.

Guagua parked the carriage at the post station.

Many refugees watched a man and a woman with ethereal figures getting out of the car, their eyes lit up and they rushed over.

Zhou Ling lives in the 21st century. Wherever he has seen refugees from famine and plague, they will not be rational.

Hua Rong would not do anything to unarmed civilians, and Gua Gua backed away in fright.

These skeletons can fall apart if it touches them casually.

The three of them watched helplessly as the fastest runners among the refugees rushed towards the carriage, and jumped into the carriage.

He ransacked all the pastries and tea that Zhou Ling had eaten inside, and turned all the drawers out.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The few refugees headed by them ate it in big gulps, almost choking to death while swallowing.

Hua Rong set up an invisible barrier to separate the three of them from the refugees, and stood aside and did not stop them.

He had encountered this kind of scene more than a dozen times when he was traveling in the human world.

Every time he was out of it.

The refugees didn't have any malice towards him, they just wanted to grab food because they saw how well he was dressed.

After all, he looked like a doll with a dull face, like a lost child from a rich family, who might have a lot of money on him.

It's a pity that he doesn't eat and has nothing on him.

It's just that he finds it very interesting every time someone flips through to find something.

A few times, I was turned over in a hurry, my body was messed up, and my face was dirty.

He doesn't care, he doesn't clean up, he just wants to experience and integrate into the group of refugees.

As a result, one day, a kind aunt took his little hand and dragged him to a corner.

With trembling hands, he took out a piece of hard steamed bun, broke off a corner and handed it over:
"Child, eat quickly, you must survive!"

Hua Rong thought of that aunt's words again, and suddenly smiled.

(End of this chapter)