The light of dawn slowly radiates from the sky, and monks gradually appear in the deserted square. They either walk or talk to each other. The scene looks energetic. Half of the towering statue in the center of the square is shrouded in the morning light, as if it is emitting a gorgeous color, and it also looks quite sacred.

But at the bench on the edge of the square, the atmosphere is a bit subtle.

As if afraid that Lan Li would not understand what she was saying, Raya said the word several times in a row, then looked at him expectantly, as if she hoped that Lan Li would understand what she said.

In response to this, Lan Li stared blankly at the tender face in front of her for a while, and finally patted the other person's forehead with a laugh, thinking that this must have been taught by some nun when she was a child.

After all, when many people talk to their children, they cannot directly say that they don’t know who their parents are. There will always be an explanation, such as those picked up from the dung pile or those that are turned on the street.

It seems that it is not incomprehensible to throw the "pot" onto the statue that is attached to the existence of the temple.

Feeling the gentle touch on his head, Raya thought that Lan Li understood, so she let out a light sigh, and a intimate smile appeared on her face.

At this time, a ray of dawn was just covering the other party's tender face. The smiling face under the messy black hair made Lan Li's movements suddenly stop, and she felt familiar inexplicably. So he hurriedly reached out to pull out the long hair that was covering Raya's face and began to look at it carefully.

She has a tilted nose, a round face, and a little freckle on her cheeks, and she still looks the same. Because of Lanli's teachings, she washes her face and brushes her teeth every day, so her face looks clean and her teeth are also white and bright. A blush gradually appears on her cheeks, as if she is embarrassed to be seen.

But she did not resist or expressed dissatisfaction, but showed a hint of curiosity. Her big molten golden eyes blinked and blinked in front of her, obviously full of confusion about Lan Li's behavior at this time.

Lan Li also felt very puzzled.

I don't know if it's psychological, but he suddenly found that the girl's face seemed to look a little similar to her previous identity, except that her skin was white rather than brown and black, and her eyes were also extraordinary.

"Impossible, I did nothing, how could I leave behind descendants? Besides, I can't match my age."

He murmured to himself this way, but he couldn't help but frown, and even the girl who had originally tilted her head and stared at him lies in her heart. Maybe he thought he had accidentally made Renli angry again, so he hurriedly raised his fingers to smooth the other person's eyebrows.

The little hand rushed over quickly. Lan Li was not poked into the eyes by her. At the same time, the face was being touched by him, so he hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed the other person's arm and signaled to stop.

As a result, Raya might think that Lanli was expressing her dissatisfaction, so she hurriedly took out a small iron can from the pocket of the nun's sleeve with her other hand and handed it to him. She hesitated anxiously for a while, and her eyes became more and more moist, as if she was about to cry.

This jar has always been used to hold bugs. On weekdays, Raya is very precious about it. Even if she asks her to throw it away, she will refuse. Now she gives it to herself without hesitation.

Lan Li was mixed with this, but knew that she could not continue like this, so she didn't pick up the jar. She quickly raised her hand and touched her head to comfort her, and at the same time she smiled, indicating that she was not angry.

Raya seemed to be unbelievable about this, and kept stuffing the jar in Lanli's arms, as if he would not give up until he took it. Lanli had no choice but to accept it, and then the other party burst into tears and smiled.

Then while Lan Li was not paying attention, she looked at the jar carefully, as if she was a little nostalgic. However, when Lan Li's eyes turned back, Raya blinked her eyes and showed a smile at him.

She seemed to think that it would be fine if Lanli accepted her baby jar, so although Lanli seemed a little silent when she asked her to return to her residence to rest, Raya still followed her with a smile until her house insisted on pestering Lanli and writing several new words for her, which seemed easy to learn.

Finally, when Lan Li left and could never see her back again, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze from behind the window, then went back to the bed and hugged her washed mortar bedding and fell asleep with peace of mind.

But Raya could relax, but Lanli couldn't do it. He was still thinking about the syllable he heard before.

Reasonably, he did not think that he would have children to stay in this world. After all, he did not do anything at all, but the more he looked at that face, the more familiar he seemed to be. Although more than forty years had passed since the time of being a Dornese, that was only here to calculate it. In his memory, there were actually not a few months, and his impression of this could not be wrong.

But this must be a mistake, otherwise it cannot be explained.

Or is he still alive after he has left the possessed object?

This seems wrong again. If he was really alive, then as the existence of saving Queen Targaryen, he would not have left no traces other than Renli.

"Did you be silenced by the jealous conqueror? Or did he have offspring before I possessed him?"

On the way back to his residence, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and it felt quite reasonable, but deep down he had another thought that could not be removed.

What if this is true?

What if Raya is really her "descendant", or her existence has something to do with her?

After all, the name Son of Chaos is impossible to appear in the original Westeros, but it just appears. Isn’t this because of myself who is also an outsider?

If this is true, what does the Son of Chaos mean?

How did she be born?

The son of chaos, the son of chaos...

Lan Li was full of thoughts for a moment and seemed very absent-minded. While walking, his drooping right hand accidentally touched an object with a cold touch in the pocket area beside him. He moved his mind and then pulled it down and picked it up to check it.

This is an iron can that can be held with one hand. The whole is gray and has a black and purple rope tied to it to facilitate hanging on the body. It has a rust blurred feeling that has been rubbed over the years. It feels heavy when held in the hand, and it seems that there are a lot of things inside.

This is the jar that Raya gave him before. She always saw her stuffing bugs into it, but she rarely took out the bugs from it.

Lan Li was not interested in this before, but now he was curious about the mute girl's behavior, so in the morning light, he opened the iron can and looked in.

Logically speaking, there should be a bunch of insects or corpses inside. Lan Li was ready to be fumed by the smell, but when he looked at it, he found that there was no dirt at all. Instead, there were three very delicate semi-arched concave circles. Under the morning light, it shone with a faint luster as if cast from gold.

It looks like an eggshell...

Lan Li thought in a daze, then took out one of them and looked at them carefully, her eyes narrowed unconsciously, and finally, a thought suddenly emerged.

Raya thought the statue was her "father", but she could not have known it naturally.
Chapter completed!