Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

55. The Demon Lord VIII

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

When Zhuo Hua reached out to hold the boy once again, the little boy didn’t refuse but obediently lifted his little arms so Zhuo Hua could hold him up with his hands under the boy’s armpits.

Zhuo Hua put the boy on the ground. Probably because the boy had been in the jar for quite a long time, his legs were numb and he stumbled a bit, seemingly to fall down. Zhuo Hua noticed that and quickly held the little boy in his arms again.

“Master, let me take care of him.” Looking at Zhuo Hua holding the little boy, Nan Chen just felt uncomfortable.

‘I just don’t want to see another child destroyed by Zhuo Hua, like me in my last life.’

Looking at Nan Chen’s hands, the little boy leaned his head to one side and against Zhuo Hua’s shoulder, showing his reluctance towards Nan Chen.

Seeing this, Zhuo Hua slightly tilted his head and touched the forehead of the little boy with his face, “I can do it.”

‘It feels actually good.’

In his previous life in modern times, because of his health condition, Zhuo Hua rarely had contact with other people except his parents. Since he came to this world, he had known many people, which made him happy and somehow like the feeling.

“Little boy,” Qing Yun gently caressed the boy’s head, “what’s your name?”

The boy frowned and thought for a long time. Then the soft voice of the child sounded, “… Li.”

“Li? Which Li is it?”

The boy took out the pendant on his neck and showed Qing Yun the side carved with characters, “This.”

He didn’t know which character it was, so he had to show him the pendant.

“Then, Li, do you know what happened here?” Qing Yun asked him.

Although it was difficult to get useful clues from a child, Qing Yun still didn’t want to give up. After all, the little boy was the only clue they had found so far.

“No… I don’t know.” Li tightly held Zhuo Hua’s clothes.

Qing Yun heeded that Li was about to cry again so he had to fight down his urge to ask more.

“Let’s go back to the inn first since there are no clue left. We have to investigate the death of Wang Cheng later.” Zhou Hua stepped out of Qingyu Pavilion with Li in his arms.

As soon as they returned to the inn, Li smelled the fragrance of food and unconsciously swallowed, “Hungry.”

It was right at lunchtime, and they heard Li’s stomach grumbling, so they ordered food.

As soon as the food was served, Li devoured and did not forget to pick a drumstick for Kaka.

Looking at a bowl of drumsticks piled in front of him, Kaka was nearly moved to tears.

“Ka ka ka…” ‘From now on, you will be the one protected by me, Kaka.’

After the meal

“Martial Uncle, are we going to looking for Li’s parents? His parents must be worried sick.”

“Li is definitely not an ordinary person, and it must be not easy to find his parents.” Zhuo Hua remembered that he didn’t sensed the breath of Li just now, “Now the number of our disciples is limited. Let’s wait until we get back to the Sect.”

“The top priority at present is to find out whether the death of Wang Cheng and others is related to the extermination of Qingyu Pavilion. If so, the murderer must be nearby.

“Yes, Martial Uncle.”

Zhuo Hua left Kaka and Li in the inn and asked Kaka to take good care of the little boy.

They then went to the dilapidated temple outside the town, where Wang Cheng and others had been killed.

After the others left the inn, Kaka and Li stared at each other.

“Puppy, hug.” Li reached out toward Kaka.

“Ka ka ka…” ‘I told you I’m not a dog!’

Kaka retorted while jumpping into the arms of Li.