Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite The Bait Please Chapter 330.1 - Dreaming of the Past

Chapter 330.1: Dreaming of the Past

It was a slim figured old man whose facial features looked to be filled with vigor and was highly energetic.

He stood there with his hand behind his back in front of a grave, his expression sombre, looking like a person who was neither p.r.o.ne to smiles or words. His gaze was fixated on the tombstone, his thoughts faraway, seemingly absorbed in memories of times long past.

“Grandfather…..”

Suddenly, an adorable and puerile voice of a child sounded, pulling his mind that had drifted so far away back to the present.

Lowering one’s gaze, it was then noticed that a tiny figure was standing beside the old man, a child that was no older than two or three years old, reaching only up to the old man’s thigh in height.

It was a little girl. Though very young, her facial features stood out prominently, looking exceptionally exquisite and captivating, her skin almost glowing with a smooth l.u.s.tre, like an adorable porcelain doll.

Her expression carried a tinge of melancholy and her voice was soft as she opened her mouth to say: “Both my father and mother….. are in here?”

The old man’s eyes flashed with a glint before he nodded his head slightly. “Yes, they are.”

The little girl lowered her eyes for a moment. “How….. how did they die…..”

“They were ambushed while on a mission……” The old man’s voice had become a little hoa.r.s.e, like that was an immensely painful memory to him.

“With the kind of cultivation they possessed, they should not have met with any mishaps. But your mother….. was carrying you in her stomach at that time, and while she was engaged in battle, she over exerted herself…..”

The old man did not finish the rest of his sentence but the little girl was able to guess what was left unsaid.

It was to protect her…..

If not for her, her parents would have returned safely. Isn’t that right?

Seeing the little girl looking rather sad and in self reproach, the expression on the old man’s face changed a little, seeming like he wanted to say something. In the end, he merely stretched a hand out and patted the little girl lightly on her head, comforting her silently.

She was still very young and such things should not be made known to her yet.

But she would have to face up to them one day as she would have to a.s.sume that position and shoulder the entire burden.

Hiding from it would be an excuse a weakling would make.

For her to be born into this family, it was destined right from the start that she must become the strongest one among all.

Only by doing that, would she survive, to do the things she wanted to do, and be able to protect the people she wanted to protect.

The old man let out a soft sigh and then crouched down to look at the little girl. His voice was solemn as he said to her: “My dear child, you must remember. There is meaning behind your parents’ sacrifice. They chose to do that in order for you to become stronger and better yourself. They gave up their own lives for you to learn this most important lesson in your life.”