Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

Since they had decided to take action, the two of them immediately began to make preparations. After all, the Parasitic Worm could mature at any time, and time was of the essence.    

    

First of all... Investigate.    

    

Yes, this was necessary. Although they could rely on magic to change, they had to at least know what the little girl's original parents looked like in order to change. Otherwise, everything would be as trivial as floating clouds.    

    

Secondly, they had to understand the personality of this pair of parents. Otherwise, with the little girl's sensitivity, she would quickly discover the flaws and be seen through.    

    

These two points could be left to the Welfare Institute. It only took one day. A stack of documents appeared in Ye Chen's hands. Among them was a portrait of the little girl's parents. Of course, perhaps it would be better to make some changes with the disappearance of these few years.    

    

Apart from that, they also had detailed information about personality, hobbies, and habits of speech. They had all heard about it from people who had interacted with the little girl's parents. They couldn't help but sigh at the efficiency of those people.    

    

To their surprise, the pair of heartless parents who originally thought that they wouldn't even give the little girl a name... What kind of people were they? However, from the information, this pair of parents weren't very kind people. But in the eyes of others, their reputation is quite good. The temperamental, hardworking and honest miner parents probably felt the same way.    

    

As for why they did not name the little girl, it was unknown. It was also not ruled out that they were uncultured, so they only named her by a small name.    

    

Usually, this pair of parents seemed to call their daughter Little Charcoal. In poor families, it wasn't strange for them to randomly give names that were easy to remember.    

    

With this information, Ye Chen and Red Lotus became more confident. Finally, what was left was practical operations.    

    

Thus, the two of them played Little Charcoal's father and mother respectively. Early the next morning, Little Charcoal, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes. In the haze, he seemed to see two familiar figures. They were calling out her name in a very familiar voice.    

    

"Little Charcoal... Little Charcoal..."    

    

Was it a dream?    

    

Little Charcoal narrowed his eyes. His five senses, which were hazy because of his deep sleep, gradually began to work. However, the figure and familiar voice that she thought was an illusion did not disappear. Instead, it became clearer.    

    

This is...    

    

Narrowing his eyes, when he finally saw the two familiar faces above his head through the narrow gap, Little Charcoal's body suddenly trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stiffened up.    

    

"Father... Mother?"    

    

"Yes... It's us, Little Charcoal, you finally woke up."    

    

In his line of sight, there was a head of short hair, a pair of thin yellow eyes, an ordinary and thin face, and a cross-shaped scar on the left side of his face. A tall and thin but muscular middle-aged man nodded his head in relief.    

    

Next to him was a middle-aged woman who wore plain clothes and had shoulder-length short hair. She had an ordinary appearance, and she had a kind smile on her face. Compared to the last figure in his memories, the two of them seemed to have aged a little.    

    

But without a doubt, in front of Little Charcoal, this middle-aged man and woman were undoubtedly her parents who had been missing for five years.    

    

The girl's body suddenly became violent as if she had seen something unbelievable. She opened her mouth wide and struggled to spit out a few words.    

    

"Dad... Mom..."    

    

Her narrowed eyes suddenly widened. Due to the thick bangs blocking her eyes, she could only faintly see that her violently trembling eyes contained incomparable emotions.    

    

That's right, for example, all the grievances that he had been suppressing for the past few years. Full of longing, full of anticipation, all of these... All of them had been concentrated at this moment to erupt. Would it be more intense than the emotions that surged out of this pair of sparkling eyes?    

    

"It's us, Little Charcoal. Don't you recognize us? Mom and dad have let you down. You have worked so hard alone for so long!"    

    

He only felt that most of his hair was covered by his bangs, which revealed traces of emotion. It was so shocking and heartbreaking. What kind of suffering had he gone through with his round and slightly twisted eyes? How much despair had he been feeling in his heart before he could show it?    

    

Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman could not help but cry. She held Little Charcoal tightly in her arms. In comparison, her father's "acting" was much worse, although she tried hard to put on a distressed look. However, she could not squeeze out a single tear.    

    

"Dad... Mom... I..."    

    

Little Charcoal's eyes also became moist and gradually eased up. His narrowed eyes were like a dam that had been opened. First, they slowly shed tears. Finally, they could not stop crying. Tears wet his hair, and his hair was dyed black. His face was tightly glued to his face.    

    

Black, astringent, bitter, all kinds of feelings welled up in his heart. The more he looked at it, the more sad and sad he felt.    

    

Little Charcoal, who was tightly hugged in his mother's arms. It was as if he had gone through an intense period of thinking before finally confirming that this was not a dream. Finally, he slowly stretched out two thin and weak hands and held them. He hugged them tightly. A huge force surged out from his thin arms, as if he was unwilling to leave. He started to cry out loudly.    

    

"Alright, alright. It wasn't easy for me to reunite with Little Charcoal. Why are you crying so hard? You should be happy today."    

    

After crying for a long time, his father persuaded the mother and daughter who were still hugging each other tightly and crying.    

    

"Yes... Yes, they should be happy. Is that so? Little Charcoal. " Her mother wiped away her tears and echoed with her red eyes.    

    

" Yes... Yes, Mother."    

    

A hoarse voice came from his chest, during the years he had lost his parents, in total, he probably didn't make as much noise as he did today. It seemed to make the girl a little shy, and her throat was a little dry and hoarse. She raised her head from her bosom and narrowed her eyes to look at her parents. Then, she lowered her head in embarrassment.    

    

"Ah, it's dirty..."    

    

She immediately discovered her mother's clothes at the place where she had buried her head. Her black tears had turned into a large blob of black. It was as if she had a pitiful fate after hugging a pile of charcoal in her arms. Little Charcoal could not help but panic.    

    

"Silly child, compared to reuniting with a family, this is nothing. Isn't it enough to wash it clean?"    

    

He did not care about his dirty and greasy hair that did not even fly around in the sky. Her mother stretched out her skinny and rough hand and revealed a gentle smile, as if she was treating an irreplaceable treasure as she gently caressed it.    

    

"I... I'll help mother wash..."    

    

Little Charcoal stared blankly at his mother's smile. After a long time, as if he had finally accepted the fact that his parents had returned, a naive smile suddenly appeared on his lips.    

    

Because of his dirty little face, and because he had just burst into tears, it caused tears to appear on his jet-black face, making him look even more embarrassed and comical. If this smile could be described as beautiful, it might be a very rude ridicule to Little Charcoal. However, this smile absolutely represented a mature and pure beauty.    

    

Even Ye Chen couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw this smile. He secretly lamented that his decision this time wasn't wrong.