The alley fell into silence.
Liao Chen looked at the armor on her body and murmured, "Why is this armor on you? Was it given to you by the Duke of Anguo? How did you become his adopted son? And why would he give you something so important?"
His gaze fell on her small, sticky face. Watching her drool, he couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"
The sky had already darkened. The Black Wind King silently found a place where the breeze blew, letting Gu Jiao fall asleep in the cool night wind.
Liao Chen walked over, gently stroked the Black Wind King's head, and asked, "Don't you remember me?"
The Black Wind King looked at him, his eyes seemed a bit confused.
Liao Chen patted its head and said, "Well, you haven't seen what I look like, but I have seen you. I was there when you were born."
The Black Wind King started to sniff Liao Chen's scent. It wasn't familiar, but not completely strange, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
