Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 253 Your mother wore it too?
The moment Amon saw the woman, his mind went blank, as if it had been bombarded.

It suddenly exploded, and I remembered so many things.

"Amon, run! You must run! Don't look back!"

"Amon, survive, you must survive..."

"Amon, don't blame your parents, we just want you to live a good life..."

Many things in my memory are now far removed from Amon.

She was too young at the time, and she thought she couldn't remember things.

In reality, many things can be quickly recalled with just one specific figure.

Amon took two steps forward and called out blankly, "Mother?"

Sheng Daizhen suddenly turned around.

Those who got off the bus over there also saw Amon immediately.

The main thing is that a stunningly beautiful mixed-race little girl suddenly appeared in this drab little mountain village, dressed in exceptionally fine clothes, which was incredibly eye-catching.

The people who got out of the two cars were all dressed in very wealthy and noble clothes.

The woman in the light green cheongsam was taken aback by what she heard, and the others who got off the bus were also stunned.

This little girl calls someone else "Mom"?
Sheng Daizhen immediately stepped forward and put her arm around Amon: "Amon, what happened?"

Amon blinked, and then she blinked hard again.

Amon had never cried before, and even when he did, it was fake crying.

Even in front of Li Sui, she only showed weakness as always.

But now she blinked hard, looked at Sheng Daizhen, opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes seemed to be moist: "I mistook you for someone else."

That's not her mother.

They are similar, yet not similar.

Her mother didn't have such a good complexion and was much thinner.

Mother is always the little one.

Amon was also aware of what era she was living in.

It couldn't have been her mother she saw.

Sheng Daizhen glanced at the other person; he was either rich or noble, and must be someone who came from this village.

She rubbed Amon's shoulder: "It's nothing, he just mistook me for someone else."

She knew that Amon had no parents, only an older sister.

The woman on the other side also came to her senses and smiled: "This little girl has mistaken someone for someone else."

She speaks slowly and deliberately, possessing a unique charm.

A man got off the bus next to her. He was slightly taller than the woman, had an ordinary appearance, but a refined demeanor. However, he was not in good shape, with a slightly balding belly.

He frowned as he glanced at Amon, then put his arm around the woman's waist.

Sheng Daizhen noticed that Amon, who had been somewhat sad just moments before, suddenly changed his expression when he saw the man put his arm around the woman.

He seems very unhappy.

Then they heard Amon mutter, as if cursing, "A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung—ugh!"

Sweating profusely, Sheng Daizhen covered Amon's mouth and whispered, "Amon, you need to be polite!"

Amon stared wide-eyed.

How could a woman who looks so much like her mother marry such an ugly man?

Her dad is very handsome!

Otherwise, how could she have been born with this face?
Moreover, she disliked this man from the very first glance.

It's probably not a good thing.

Amon's thoughts were very subjective.

Fortunately, the other party did not hear the whisper, since there was a courtyard gate between them.

When the group saw Amon suddenly staring at them menacingly again, and with two seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys following behind the woman, they all found Amon very strange.

The man, in particular, felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw Amon staring at him. He thought the little girl was extremely rude.

And he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the girl's features resembled his wife's somewhat.

I looked up at my wife again; after all, she had a purely Chinese face, so perhaps it was just my imagination.

Just thinking about Amon's shout earlier made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He led his wife and children into the house, whispering to her, "I don't know where this kid came from, he's so ill-mannered. He can't even recognize his own mother? Is his mother any better than you?"

The woman gently patted him: "It's just a young girl who mistook you for someone else, don't be so harsh."

The man shook his head indifferently: "I was just saying. Look, she's still glaring at us, which proves I wasn't wrong."

The sound was very soft, but Amon, with his profound inner strength, heard it clearly.

He was so angry that smoke was coming out of his head.

She turned to look at Sheng Daizhen: "That ugly thing said I have no manners! I don't have parents, where would I get manners from!"

Shengdai Zhen: "..."

She looked over there blankly. She was so far away that she couldn't hear what the other person was saying at all. All she could say was, "No, no, no, just ignore him."

Moreover, it's hard to say whether the man's description was accurate or not.

Amon is indeed somewhat rude.

She's not usually like this, so I don't know where she got such malice towards that man from.

Sheng Daizhen vaguely guessed what had happened from the sound she had just heard, but since it involved Amon's parents, she was afraid of reopening Amon's wounds, so she didn't ask. She could only coax him first, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business first and not worry about unimportant people."

"Humph!"

Amon crossed his arms and turned his head away.

Sheng Daizhen turned back to continue chatting with the old lady, who had only been watching the commotion. Sheng Daizhen then asked her, "Grandma, who are these people?"

It's quite unexpected to find someone like that in the village.

"He..."

The old lady's face revealed a gossipy, appreciative expression as she shared in a very soft tone, "Of course you, being from out of town, wouldn't know, but you can't tell anyone, okay? Old Chen's nephew went to university and married a rich man's daughter..."

Old Chen's family is the old lady's next-door neighbor.

This is clearly a relative of Old Chen.

Shengdai truly understood.

Amon understood.

He chuckled from behind and muttered, "A man from a humble background!"

Sheng Daizhen turned around speechlessly: "Where did you learn all this?"

She remembered that Amon hadn't understood so much before.

Amon said matter-of-factly, "Do I even need to understand this?"

The term "phoenix man" existed even in the Liang Dynasty.

To climb the social ladder.

Sheng Daizhen felt that Amon harbored too much malice towards this person, and sighed, saying, "Don't gossip about others so casually, Amon."

Amon snorted and remained silent.

Instead, he took out his phone and made a video call to Li Sui.

Li Sui answered the call quickly.

Amon saw Li Sui, his face covered in green mud, speaking in a low voice in front of the camera, "Hello?"

Amon instinctively moved his phone away, his eyes widening: "Master, are you poisoned?"

Li Sui: "...You're the one who's poisoned! I'm applying a face mask! You're just a kid, you don't understand."

Then I saw the village background behind Amon: "You're in the village? Is it fun over there?"

Amon pursed his lips, his expression suddenly turning somewhat downcast: "Master, I saw my mother."

"What?" Li Sui was so shocked that a piece of the mud mask she had just applied fell off her face. "Your mother is wearing it too?"