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

Molika's mouth corners slightly raised, and she became interested in it.

"Tell me about it"

"Hit me, hit me"

Molika looked at Goblin Mo with disgust.

However, her disgusted and disdainful expression seemed to make Goblin Mo more excited.

"Hit me quickly, I hit me."

Snap!

Morika whipped the disgusting goblin without any hesitation.

"Ah!"

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

So, she hated coming to such a low-level race.

It's just that she heard the voice of the strange goblin outside the nest before.

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

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

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 if it was them, they would not slaughter the cubs.

No, where does this consciousness come from when it is just born, and how decisive and powerful it is to kill so many goblins in such a short time.

If you think about it this way.

That guy is indeed more like a demon than her!

Interesting, very interesting.

Before, it was just because of the strange vision and what those old guys said that I came here to take a look.

I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain!

"Hit me"

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

"Go on."

Snap!

The woman paced slowly, and the whip shook gently in her hand, making a subtle sound.

The sound echoed in the room, as if it was a strange piece of music, which made people nervous involuntarily.

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

"Ah!"

The dark and damp goblin nest, 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 completed something exciting.

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

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

The bag had been stained red with blood, which looked shocking.

Her eyes fell on Ye Yan's face involuntarily.

The face that was once familiar but now became unfamiliar.

"You, killed someone?"

Victoria's voice trembled a little.

"Yes!"

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

"Yan'er killed, killed many, 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 seemed that he wanted to get his mother's praise.

However, looking at Ye Yan's brilliant smile and the blood dripping from the bag.

Victoria's heart was filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

At this moment, Victoria deeply understood.

The fact that her child was a goblin.

This was a fact that she could not escape no matter what.

An ugly, evil, chaotic race.

Looking at her mother, she was stunned in place, with lifeless eyes.

Ye Yan tilted his head in confusion and walked over.

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

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

Snap!

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

He was stunned, and saw Victoria's brows were tightly knitted, and the ruby ​​was flashing with angry fire.

"Don't touch me!"

Victoria's voice was trembling, and her emotions seemed to be in an extremely unstable state.

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

He clearly remembered that when his mother Victoria was just born.

She looked at him with such eyes, that kind of eyes full of complex emotions, which he still can't forget.

Why did his mother look at him like this?

He was full of doubts and uneasiness.

Did he do something wrong?

He tried to recall what he had done recently, but he couldn't find any reason to make his mother so angry.

Could it be that this was his mother's way of expressing love?

Ye Yan suddenly thought of this possibility. He remembered that his mother used to be like this.

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

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

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

In the future, he would kill all those who made his mother unhappy.

Then send their bodies to his mother.

This way, his mother must be very happy!

This idea made Ye Yan feel a little excited.

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

Looking at Ye Yan, whose expression changed in two levels in front of him.

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 stuff of the Kiddo team.

Although she had only met them once, she still couldn't accept it.

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

The captain of the team was at least at the mature stage.

However, such a team was defeated by Ye Yan, who had been in the team for less than a few months.

Seeing that his mother must be staring at the package, Ye Yan poured out all the things in one go, showing off his achievements like a child.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

The things poured out like a waterfall and scattered all over the floor.

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

"These are all for mom, take whatever mom likes."

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 the "warm" atmosphere.

Something rolled out from the scattered items and rolled to Victoria's feet.

She looked down and was stunned.

It was an exquisite pocket watch, the golden shell shining brightly under the moonstone.

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

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

Inside the pocket watch, a yellowed photo lay quietly.

In the photo, two young girls leaned against each other, smiling brightly.

Below the photo, a line of beautiful handwriting came into view:

"Happy Birthday"