Reincarnated as a goblin, but his mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 33 Victoria in disbelief

The corners of Morika's mouth slightly raised, and she became interested in it.

"tell me the story"

"Hit me, hit me"

Morika gave Goblin Mo a look of disgust.

However, her expression of disgust and disdain seemed to make Goblin Mo even more excited.

"Hit me now, I'll hit me."

Snapped!
Morika whipped the disgusting goblin without any hesitation.

"what!"

A harsh, hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the goblin under her feet, making Morika frown even deeper.

That's why she hated coming to a place with such low-level races.

But before, I heard the strange goblin's voice outside the nest.

It seems that the voices of these goblins are not as unpleasant.

"When that goblin was born, when he was still a cub, he killed dozens of goblin cubs, fellow goblin cubs."

Goblin Mo reluctantly raised his head and looked at Morika, as if seeking approval.

"Master, do you think it was born?"

"Oh!"

After hearing this, Morika narrowed her eyes slightly.

Even they would not slaughter the cubs.

No, where did he get this kind of awareness when he was just born, and how could he have the decisiveness and strength to kill so many goblins in such a short time?

If you think so.

That guy is indeed more like a devil than her!
Interesting, so interesting.

Before, I came here only because of the strange vision and what those old guys said.

Unexpectedly, there were unexpected gains!
"Hit me"

Goblin Mo, seeing that Morika did not move, urged.

"Go on."

Snapped!
The woman paced slowly, the whip in her hand shaking gently, making a slight sound.

The sound echoed in the room, like a strange piece of music, making people nervous involuntarily.

Her figure seemed even more mysterious and dangerous in the dim light, making people want to get closer but also feel afraid.

"what!"

The dark, damp and cold goblin lair, the second floor below.

In a small but fairly tidy room, the air was filled with suffocating dullness and depression.

In the corner of the room, a figure stood quietly.

That was Ye Yan, with a bright smile on his face, as if he had just accomplished something exciting.

At this moment, Victoria, Ye Yan's mother.

He was staring at the bag in Ye Yan's hand with wide eyes and horror.

The bag was already stained with blood, looking shocking.

Her eyes involuntarily fell on Ye Yan's face.

On that face that was once familiar but now has become unfamiliar.

"You, killed someone?"

Victoria's voice was trembling.

"Yes!"

Ye Yan nodded without hesitation, his tone full of satisfaction and pride.

"Yan'er killed so many people!"

"Isn't it amazing?"

Ye Yan raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand, like a child showing off his new toy.

It seems that he wants to get praise from his mother.

However, looking at Ye Yan's bright smile and the blood dripping on the bag.

Victoria felt an indescribable complex emotion surge in her heart.

At this moment, Victoria understood deeply.

The fact that her child was a goblin was something she could not escape no matter what.

An ugly, evil, chaotic race.

Looking at his mother, he stood there in a daze, his eyes dull.

Ye Yan tilted his head in confusion and walked over.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Yan approached cautiously and stretched out a hand to touch Victoria.

Snapped!
A crisp slap sounded, and Ye Yan's hand was slapped away by Victoria.

He was stunned, and saw Victoria's brows were furrowed, her ruby ​​brows flashing with anger.

"Do not touch me!"

Victoria's voice was trembling and her emotions seemed to be extremely unstable.

Ye Yan stared at her blankly, his ruby-like eyes seemed to contain endless anger and pain at this moment.

He clearly remembered when his mother Victoria was just born.

It was that look she gave him, a look filled with complex emotions, that he still cannot forget.

Why, mom looks at him like this?
His heart was filled with doubts and anxieties.

Did he do something wrong?
He tried hard to recall what he had done recently, but could not find any reason that could make his mother so angry.

Is this the mother's way of expressing love?
Ye Yan suddenly thought of this possibility. He remembered that his mother was like this before.

Although the way of expression is a little special, it is also her unique love.

Thinking of this, Ye Yan's mood suddenly became brighter, and the originally depressing atmosphere was swept away.

He understood that since his mother liked it this way, he would satisfy her.

From then on, he would kill anyone who made his mother unhappy.

Then bring their bodies to their mother.

Mom will definitely be very happy!

This thought made Ye Yan feel a little excited.

He seemed to have seen scenes from the future, full of excitement and tension.

Looking at Ye Yan whose expression changed twice.

Victoria really didn’t understand. She didn’t understand Ye Yan and what her child was thinking.

The package in front of her was opened, and Victoria saw a lot of familiar things and equipment in it.

She knew that this was the thing called the Kiddo Squad.

Although we only met once, I still can't accept it

The Silver Adventurer Team, even among humans, is not the best, but is definitely not weak.

Among them, the captain has the least mature strength.

However, such a team was defeated and wiped out by Ye Yan in less than a few months.

Seeing that his mother was staring at the package, Ye Yan poured everything out at once, showing off his achievements like a child.

“Stop it! Stop it!”

Things poured out like a waterfall and scattered all over the ground.

Ye Yan pointed at the items with a proud look on his face and said:

"These are for mom, take whatever you like."

Looking at Ye Yan's innocent smile, Victoria laughed at herself.

What a filial child!

However, at this moment, a crisp "clang clang clang" sound broke this "warm" atmosphere.

An object tumbled out from among the scattered objects and rolled to Victoria's feet.

She looked down and was stunned.

It was an exquisite pocket watch, its golden case sparkling under the illumination of the moonstone.

She knew that the pocket watch belonged to the pastor's daughter.

Victoria hesitated for a moment, reached out, picked up the pocket watch, and gently opened it.

Inside the pocket watch, a yellowed photo lay quietly.

In the photo, two young girls are leaning against each other, smiling as brightly as flowers.

Below the photo, a line of beautiful handwriting caught the eye:
"Happy birthday"

(End of this chapter)