Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Episode 504: I'll grant your wish (30)

The pale-faced young man smiled, having long anticipated this.

His father was an official in the city, and if the local gangs were to take action, they would have to consider his father's reputation.

Although he relied on his father, at least he had a father who was an official.

Mo Qiong had been keeping an eye on the situation on the first floor. Seeing that those people had left, she breathed a sigh of relief. If a fight had really broken out, it would have caused more trouble.

Xiong Bufan was fast asleep in bed at this moment; after eating a full meal, it's time to sleep.

The pale-faced young man stayed at the inn for a while before leaving, as there were still many good deeds to be done in the city.

Xiong Bufan stayed here for several days and showed no signs of leaving. Mo Qiong also began to take a good look at the town and went to the post station to pick up the silver notes sent by Mo Feng.

Meat is very cheap in Shacheng, and this hundred taels of silver will be enough for them to live on for a long time.

When Xiong Bufan was bored, he would sit and eat in the restaurant on the first floor. Sometimes he would be eating a sheep while holding it, and sometimes he would just sit there with a cup of tea staring at the counter.

The proprietress wore a veil and watched over the shop and did the accounting while the shopkeeper was getting supplies.

Seeing that Xiong Bufan was staring at her, she thought he was bored and made her some milk tea.

Milk tea is a specialty of this sandy city, but it's also the cheapest thing there.

Kongkong: "Bufan, the proprietress is the original owner's mother, right?"

Xiong Bufan handed the milk tea to Kongkong and said slowly, "Yes, but she seems to have forgotten a lot of things."

"Oh, are you going to take her back to Moshan Sect?"

Xiong Bufan took a sip of milk tea and refused, saying, "No."

The original owner of this body and her father are both dead. Mo Shan Sect is a completely unfamiliar place to her; going back would only bring suffering. It's better for her to stay in Sha City, where she can live a peaceful and prosperous life.

"Ok."

When the original owner's parents disappeared, Mo Qiong was only four or five years old and had long forgotten what the original owner's mother looked like, so even if she stood right in front of her now, she would not recognize her at all.

This was the first time Mo Qiong had ever been so far from the sect. "Master, when are we leaving?"

"Let's wait a bit longer. I'll go back in a month, write a letter to Mo Feng, and ask him to give me more money."

Mo Qiong: "Yes, Master."

After finishing his sentence, Xiong Bufan stared at the proprietress, calculating the accounts and using an abacus.

The handsome young man is here again. "Young hero, isn't the Central Plains very interesting?"

Xiong Bufan said after a moment's thought, "It's alright. You want to leave here?"

"Yes, my mother said the scenery in the Central Plains is beautiful, and my maternal grandparents' family is there too. I want to go and see it."

"Oh, go ahead and watch if you want."

The pale-faced young man said, "Can you take me with you? They all think I'm a burden."

I can give you silver.

Upon hearing the word 'silver,' Xiong Bufan swallowed his refusal. 'Fine, I'll think about it.'

"Thank you, none of them will take me."

"Ow."

Mo Qiong glanced at Xiong Bufan and the pale-faced young man. She had never known that her master was so helpful.

As darkness fell, the pale-faced young man stood up from the table and walked towards the door.

"Young hero, I will come again tomorrow."

Xiong Bufan: "Let's go. Come or not, it's up to you. You don't need to report to me."

"Young hero, see you tomorrow."

They had known each other for several days, but had not exchanged names, and had been calling each other "Young Hero" all the time.

Xiong Bufan stayed in the inn until closing time before getting up.

Walking with the proprietress towards the stairs, she asked, "You're not from Shacheng. Have you ever suffered from amnesia?"

The proprietress felt a sense of familiarity with the child in front of her and unconsciously lowered her guard, saying gently, "That happened more than ten years ago. Why are you asking about it?"

Xiong Bufan: "It's nothing. Can you remember?"

The proprietress sighed, "Let bygones be bygones. Going back now would only bring more trouble, as everything would have changed."

"I agree, but what if you have children?"

The proprietress was stunned by the question. She hadn't expected Xiong Bufan to ask this, and slowly said, "Make it up to her. In the end, it was I who wronged her."

"Then burn more paper money for Mochou."

The proprietress: "Is she my child?"

Xiong Bufan: "You should ask yourself that. Why are you asking me?"

"You go back first, I'm going to sleep." After saying that, he secretly channeled a little spiritual energy into the landlady.

"See you tomorrow."

Everyone who suffers from amnesia has the right to know about their past. Xiong Bufan's provocation was simply an attempt to make her remember.

Only decisions you remember are the ones you won't regret.

Kongkong: "Bufan, you are so kind."

"I have always been kind."

Based on Kongkong's understanding of Xiong Bufan, she would probably kidnap the original owner's mother back, because she needed to complete the mission.

Xiong Bufan is becoming more and more humane and knows how to think like a wise man.

Xiong Bufan spent the entire day thinking, and now he was so sleepy that he lay down on the bed to go to sleep.

She had never encountered the original owner's mother's situation before. Unlike those mothers who abandoned their children, she had forgotten about it, not that she didn't love the original owner.

The landlady was restless after returning home. After a quick wash, she lay down on the bed.

She slept very restlessly that night, constantly having dreams, with many images flashing through her mind, each frame incredibly clear.

The scenes in my dream—giving birth, fighting, and my husband's death—all seemed real.

One night, the landlady woke up from a dream and scrambled to knock on Xiong Bufan's door.

"Open the door, Mochou, open the door."

Xiong Bufan had just dreamt of all sorts of delicious food when he was woken up by the noise. He felt an inexplicable irritation, but he still got out of bed and went to open the door.

"Who?"

The landlady was about to say that she was Mochou's mother, but then she thought about it and felt it would be presumptuous. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I am Li, the landlady of this inn."

Xiong Bufan opened the door and saw Li Shi with tears streaming down her face. "I am not Mo Chou, I am Mo Chou's twin sister, Xiong Bufan."

Li wanted to hug Xiong Bufan, saying, "Mochou, you are my Mochou."

Xiong Bufan dodged in a flash. "You remembered?"

"Mother remembers everything, my son, you have suffered."

If he stubbornly refused to admit it, Xiong Bufan had some tricks up his sleeve. But this person took a gentle approach, which Xiong Bufan found a bit difficult to get used to.

Xiong Bufan: "Since I didn't think of any reward, I just came to see how you're doing."

Li reached out and tried to touch Xiong Bufan's head, saying, "Mother is doing well, my son, you've suffered."

Xiong Bufan wasn't the original owner of this body, so he didn't have that many obsessions. He slapped Li's hand away and said, "I'm not suffering. My life is very sweet."

I'm going back in a few days, do you want to come with me?

Li hesitated; her husband was dead, and her child was in the same condition.