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Wan Yanjing dreamed again. That time she knew clearly that she was dreaming, and what she experienced was probably some of Huo Xiang's memories.

The legs in front of me were small, red and swollen, and suffered repeated frostbite in the winter.

On a snowy day, my clothes were very thin and the coarse cloth was as hard as iron.

The feet were in a pair of worn-out cloth shoes. The tops of the feet and ankles were bare, and there were some bruises on the outside.

Was it when Huo Xiang was a child?

Based on the surrounding environment and the wooden basin in front of her, Wan Yanjing guessed whether Xiao Huo Xiang was washing clothes.

Tsk, tsk, Wanyanjing felt lucky to have died.

That’s too miserable!

"Squeak!" The wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open, and a five-foot-tall old man walked in carrying something. Little Huo Xiang, who was possessed by Wan Yanjing, stood up and shouted in a childish and trembling voice: "Grandpa..."

"

Who is Huo Xiang's father? People all over the world want to know but they didn't find out at first. So where did his grandfather come from?

At this moment, Wan Yanjing really wanted to scratch Yidong's hair, touch Yidong's nose, or rub Dongba, so that her body could not be controlled by her.

The old man is about sixty years old. He has a plain appearance and a pair of triangular eyes. His expression is difficult to see due to the drooped eyelids. He is wearing a big blue coat. It can be seen that it is made of good cotton. It is thick and warm. He looks very...

Considered decent.

Although he is only five feet tall, he is still much taller than the five-year-old Huo Xiang.

Wan Yanjing watched the old man approach step by step, feeling fear that was not her own, fear, and a bit of strange excitement and anticipation.

"Grandpa" is probably a bad person, otherwise little Huo Xiang wouldn't have lived such a miserable life and was so scared at this time.

Listening to her heartbeat that was getting faster and faster, Wanyanjing was a little confused. She was sure that the weird excitement didn't belong to her. She didn't like to see children being abused.

The old man kicked over the washtub and spilled water all over the floor.

Then he slapped Xiao Huo Xiang and flew him away.

Wanyanjing's eyes were filled with stars, her ears were buzzing, and she felt her nose bleeding.

…Fuck…*%#%!-@&%%￥￥##@!

Wan Yanjing exploded. She couldn't help but use foul language. She completely abandoned the elegance and dignity of the princess and began to greet the old man's eighteen generations of ancestors.

The old man was also greeting little Huo Xiang's eighteen generations of ancestors. He used very dirty words. He scolded little Huo Xiang and asked him to go fetch water and wash clothes again. If he didn't take his time again, he would give him a discount on his legs.

Leave one leg to work.

After the old man finished beating and scolding, he walked towards the house with the roast chicken wrapped tightly in his legs.

As he walked towards the house step by step, Wanyanjing, who was extremely angry, had that strange emotion that seemed to be excitement.

That emotion was passed on to her by Xiao Huo Xiang.

Wanyan Jing was stunned. Is Huo Xiang stupid?

Not Stockholm?

Eh?

Where did Stockholm come from? Why did she think of that word?

Xinqiu: In Henan and other local dialects, it means fool. It also describes people who are stupid, reckless, and ignorant.
Chapter completed!