The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Mingxu had just been immersed in the panic and sadness of being strangled by Wu Ze, but in a flash, his heart was completely filled with sudden joy.

He stared at his palm, which seemed ordinary, but at this moment, it seemed to contain endless power. When he thought that he had awakened such a powerful ability to go back in time, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he was filled with uncontrollable complacency.

Beside him, Wu Ze frowned, his eyelids trembled slightly, and made a subtle movement. Mingxu keenly noticed that the man next to him was about to wake up, and instantly put away the smug look on his face and quickly adjusted his expression. He hurriedly took out a small dagger from the side, pretending to be cowardly but stubborn, holding the dagger tightly, and staring at Wu Ze who was about to wake up warily.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?" Mingxu tried to make his voice sound firm and powerful, but his slightly trembling tone still revealed his inner nervousness.

Wu Ze slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the little face opposite him that was full of cowardice and stubbornness. He couldn't help but be slightly startled, his eyes full of confusion. He looked around, and the unfamiliar environment made him feel confused. He couldn't remember why he was here.

Obviously...

What should have happened?

His thoughts seemed to be trapped in a fog, and he couldn't figure it out. He tried hard to recall, but his brain seemed to be covered by a thick curtain and he couldn't remember anything.

Wu Ze felt as if his head was being torn apart. The pain was unbearable. He subconsciously hugged his head with a look of pain on his face.

"Are you okay?" Mingxu's voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of fear but also mixed with concern.

But then he added boldly: "I'm telling you I'm not afraid of you, so don't mess around."

Mingxu knew that Wu Ze was very wary, so he planned to do the opposite. Thinking back to how Wu Ze almost strangled him to death, and looking at his bruised and battered appearance, Mingxu felt a secret pleasure in his heart, thinking to himself: You deserve it, I let you strangle me to death, it hurts you to death.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be horrified and reluctant to see Wu Ze's injuries.

Wu Ze sat up with difficulty, leaning his back against the cold wall. He stretched out his hand, tore off the relatively intact part of the lining of his clothes, gritted his teeth, and tied up the wound on his waist that was bleeding continuously.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and he looked extremely weak. He leaned against the wall, slowly closed his eyes, and began to rest. He didn't care about the child opposite him who was holding a dagger against him.

"I have medicine here. If you promise not to hurt me, I can help you bandage your wound." Mingxu kept nagging. Wu Ze listened to the chattering voice and felt annoyed for no reason.

He always felt that his current state was very wrong, but he couldn't remember why. He glanced coldly at the child opposite him, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to be quenched with ice: "Shut up, if you say one more word, I will kill you!"

This sudden shout made Mingxu's body stiffen suddenly. He had never been scolded and threatened by Wu Ze like this before. His face turned pale and blue in an instant, and his heart was full of grievance and unwillingness. He pouted, curled up in the corner of the bed, and sulked alone.

The scene he saw in Bai Mansion before appeared in his eyes involuntarily. At that time, Wu Ze treated his younger brother Wu Yue with all his care and love, which was completely different from his current attitude towards him. Thinking of the boy named Wu Yue, Mingxu's eyes flashed with jealousy. He used to think that Wu Ze was very good to him, but after seeing Wu Ze's love for his younger brother, he realized that there was still a difference.

Since Wu Ze didn't let him take care of him, Mingxu was angry and didn't want to take care of him anymore. He thought to himself: My kindness is taken for granted, huh. So, he held his little dagger and lay on the bed angrily.

For a moment, the room fell into deathly silence, with only the occasional sound of wind outside the window breaking this brief tranquility.

In a dim and unnoticed corner of the room, two vague transparent figures suddenly appeared out of thin air. One of the shadows seemed to be holding a mysterious object. They quietly watched the two people confronting each other in the room. One of them was silent, while the other had a gloating expression on his face.

"Let me tell you, it's very difficult for these two people who have no experience in love to get along with each other." The speaker was Bai Lian. As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a piece of cut apple and handed it to the little beast beside him. This apple is not ordinary. It grew from the sapling on their Qiangji Mountain. Bai Lian hadn't visited it for a long time. He didn't expect that the apple tree is now lush and full of fruits. The piece in his hand was cut from the biggest and reddest apple picked from the tree.

"Awooo", the little beast Ming Jiang swallowed the apple into his stomach in one big bite, smacking his lips with satisfaction and looking at Bai Lian eagerly.

"You still want it? Come and let me rub your little head." Bai Lian said teasingly, reaching out to touch Ming Jiang's head.

Ming Yunqi dodged Bai Lian's hand and gave a warning look to the man who bullied his child. In his heart, his child would not let anyone touch his head just for an apple.

"Awooo," Ming Jiang seemed to be saying, "I have a hum myself." As soon as he finished speaking, a red bag suddenly appeared in front of him, floating in the air. Ming Jiang nestled in Ming Yunqi's arms, stretched out her pink paws, and slapped the red bag with a "snap". With a "click", a big, red apple rolled out of the bag, looking even more tempting than the one Bai Lian had just given her.

Mingjiang raised his head proudly and showed off to Bailian. He was much closer to the small fruit tree than Bailian. The small fruit tree reserved the biggest and reddest apples for Mingjiang and the slightly smaller ones for Bailian.

However, Bai Lian was not angry because of the different treatment of the small fruit tree. He just smiled and shook his head, and continued to watch the two people in the house who were on the verge of a confrontation with each other with interest.