Chapter 906 Poor Girl


    Rufus'' POV:


    The muddy little girl clung to my leg tightly and didn''t let go. I didn''t know what she was muttering.


    The two robbers groaned painfully on the ground. They were being very noisy.


    I shot them an annoyed nce, and the soldier immediately understood. He approached them and


    punched both of them hard, knocking them out cold.


    The little girl curled her fingers into my trousers and tried to get to her feet, but she was struggling.


    She was still mumbling something.


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    I picked her up with one hand and bent my head closer to her mouth, trying to hear her clearly, but


    she had lost consciousness.


    "My King, let me hold the child." The soldier nearby approached me carefully with the intention of


    taking the child. However, the kid''s hand was tightly gripping mine even after she had fainted, and


    she refused to let go.


    I scowled and tried to pull my hand away, but she held on even more tightly.


    I didn''t like anyone invading my personal space, let alone such a small child. She was so tiny that


    she could be strangled with one hand.


    Her face was caked with blood and her lips were slightly parted. Her breathing was weak, like a sick


    kitten''s.


    As I studied the injury on her head, I knew that the robbers had hurt her seriously.


    I pursed my lips and hesitated whether I should release myself from the child''s grip by force. She


    was covered in dirt from head to toe. She must have rolled around in the mud. I felt a little


    disgusted.


    But she still smelled good. The fragrance of milk hung around her.


    I changed my position to carry her with one hand. Now she leaned her head against my arm and


    held my other hand with both of hers.


    Then I heard the sound of something falling. I looked down and was met with the sight of candies


    falling out of her pocket one after another.


    It looked like she was a greedy kid. So many candies were stuffed in her pocket.


    "Pick them up." I nced at the soldier and motioned for him to pick up all the candies on the


    ground.


    "Yes."


    He obediently gathered the candies and held them out toward me. "What should I do with them?"


    "Put them back in her pocket." I shot him another cold nce.


    "Okay."


    The soldier stuffed all the candies back into the child''s pocket, making it bulge again.


    "What... What should we do with the little girl?" the soldier asked fearfully.


    I remained quiet as I stared down at the kid.


    Strangely, I felt a sense of familiarity as I studied the child''s face. Her tiny nose, small mouth, and


    long eyshes were all exquisite.


    "Let me take care of her," the soldier suggested. He attempted to pull the child''s hand away.


    However, the girl held on tightly. The soldier put a little more force into prying her fingers apart. The


    girl''s eyebrows furrowed and a sob escaped her lips, as if she was in pain.


    "Let go of her and get back!" I shouted.


    The soldier was startled and quickly pulled his hand away. His face was a mask of confused


    innocence, as if he didn''t know what he had done wrong.


    My reaction shocked me as well. This was just a child I''d never met before. I shouldn''t have


    behaved so emotionally.


    "Forget it. Let''s go back," I said frostily.


    "Okay." The soldier nodded submissively and then retreated, not daring to touch the child again.


    I walked out of the woods with the little girl in my arms. Her head now rested on my shoulder, and


    her arms were firmly wrapped around my neck. The pigtails on her head were crooked.


    I automatically reached out to adjust the rubber band in her hair.


    She moaned quietly. I hastily withdrew my hand, feeling a little nervous.