Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 899: 899: preserved eggs

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At the moment the door was pushed open, countless dust fell and flew in the sun wantonly.

The room was covered with dust, rats, cockroaches, and spiders.

This has become a gathering place for many small creatures, but everything in the room is still tidy.

Ning Huan's eyes glanced at everything in the room, and finally, her gaze was fixed in the innermost corner of the room. In that corner, there was a small wooden horse.

The little wooden horse is not big, it is the kind of toy for children of a few years old, and can be swayed back and forth on it.

Now, the little wooden horse is shaking gently.

On top of the little wooden horse, sits a very pale little boy who looks only five or six years old.

He is not a man, but a ghost.

It seemed that he felt Ning Huanxin's gaze. The little boy was still expressionless, glanced at Ning Huanxin, and then kept shaking the wooden horse under him, which was his favorite toy.

"Hello."

At this time, Ning Huanxin walked gently in front of the little boy, waved at him, smiled and said hello.

The sound of the wooden horse shaking in the room disappeared instantly.

The little boy raised his dark eyes and looked at Ning Huanxin blankly.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he didn't say it.

Probably, he hasn't spoken for too long.

Here, no one can see him, no one chats with him, and he can't find anyone who can talk to him.

He can't get out of this room, can't find his parents, so he can only wander here alone, and the only thing that accompanies him is the little wooden horse.

That is his only partner.

"Do you not know what to say? Don't worry, think slowly, you are a very beautiful little Trojan horse, and it looks very interesting."

Ning Huanxin smiled and praised the boy.

Maybe her smile is beautiful, and the boy's eyes flashed.

Finally, he moved his lips and yelled softly: "Sister...Sister."

"Hmm."

Ning Huanxin responded, still smiling at the boy: "My name is Ning Huanxin, you can call me Sister Ning or Sister Huanxin, what is your name?"

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, the little boy blinked and opened his mouth, still speaking with some effort: "Skin...preserved egg."

His name is preserved egg?

It should be the name of the niche!

Ning Huanxin looked at the little boy in front of him, who was five or six years old. Children at this age should still be in kindergarten, so it is not surprising that they have been called by their names.

"So you are called a preserved egg! Why are you at home alone?"

At this time, Ning Huanxin took out a tissue to wipe the dust off the chair, and then sat on it gently, looking at the preserved egg with gentle expression.

Preserved Egg lowered her eyes when she heard Ning Huanxin's words, as if she were very sad.

"Dad, father and mother..."

Slowly his speaking speed gradually became fluent.

"Dad and mom are gone."

Preserved Egg raised his head and looked at Ning Huanxin: "I, I can't get out, others... others can't see me."

No one could see him, he cried and yelled, no one paid any attention.

Slowly, he stopped talking.

"Sister."

Preserved Egg suddenly looked nervously at Ning Huanxin: "Did I do something wrong?"

Because of doing something wrong, mom and dad don't want him, so the people in the village ignore him.