It was a great opportunity that the little prince hesitated while holding the bow and arrow. It was this hesitation that the poor deer had already jumped up and limped away.

The little prince turned around, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted loudly: "It's you... it's a god..."

It was the man with silver hair. He carried the arrow clusters on his back and inserted the deer's way forward with huge arrow clusters. He wanted to leave it for the little prince to shoot himself to make the hunting children happy. However, the child did not shoot. He thought the child was young and could not seize the opportunity, so he walked over and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, I can't shoot this time, we can shoot again next time. When you grow up a little, it will definitely not run away..."

But the child was a little embarrassed and had a hint of joy in his eyes: "Oh, I don't want to ejaculate it..."

"Why?"

"It's so beautiful and so small. If I shoot it to death, its mother will be very sad..."

Luo Jia was shocked, laughed loudly, and stepped forward to pat his snow-white snow-red: "Good child, what a good child."

The child looked at him in surprise and joy, and his eyes were full of admiration: "Your bow and arrow are so beautiful."

"Do you like it?"

He took down the bow and arrow and looked around: "Child, if you like it, I will give it to you."

But the child didn't reach out to pick him up, "Thank you. I don't want it. The Queen Mother... Well... My mother said, you can't ask for strangers' things..."

Luo Jia was very surprised. He was sure that this child was not taught by others, but when he met strangers outside, he adapted to the situation and did not reveal his identity - he did not talk about the queen mother, but said that it was his "mother"... He said so naturally and so casually, as if in his heart, the queen mother has always been equivalent to her mother, and it has the same meaning.
Chapter completed!