Xiaojingkong's tiny body jerked, and he turned around with wide eyes, staring blankly at the other person.
"Jiaojiao?"
Having searched all the way, Xiaojingkong suddenly felt a great sense of grievance well up inside him, and he cried out with a 'waah', "Jiaojiao!"
"It really is you," Gu Jiao walked over and squatted down to embrace the little one in her arms.
Gu Jiao had hesitated to recognize him at first because this child's gait and figure were similar, but his appearance was too dark; her Xiaojingkong was a fair and tender little cutie, how had he suddenly become a little black child?
When alone, Xiaojingkong wasn't aggrieved, but once there was someone to care for him, he felt aggrieved, and Xiaojingkong cried loudly, turning into a little rain spirit.
Gu Jiao had never expected to encounter Xiaojingkong here, or to put it more precisely, she had never expected Xiaojingkong to come to Yan Country.
