If Zhao Dabao exuded malicious spiritual power, the current scene would definitely be completely different.

It is this kind of spiritual power with kindness that is keenly captured by the ghost Huahua, so it makes Huahua feel a kind of "family affection".

Coupled with Zhao Dabao's "kind" smile and enthusiastic eyes, the current situation has been created.

Looking at the little ghost Huahua's foaming feelings, Zhao Dabao's heart seemed to be pricked by a sharp embroidery needle, although it was not very painful, but it was very sour.

How to say it, seeing the little ghost Huahua, it made him seem to see himself when he was a child.

In Tianqiuxing, Zhao Dabao has been an orphan since he was a child, and he has never enjoyed the joy of family and the love of his parents.

Since he was sensible, he has lived in a deep struggle against life.

For a bite to eat, he may beg or steal.

In order not to freeze to death in winter, at night, he would go under the boiling water stove of the tea shop on the street, in order to use the residual warmth under the boiling stove and the cold body.

And in this miserable life, Zhao Dabao was bullied and beaten by fellow beggars.

It wasn't until he got a miraculous fruit by chance that he embarked on the path of cultivation that this miserable life was changed.

For this tragic childhood experience, Zhao Dabao did not complain, he thought that this was a test for him between heaven and earth, and a tempering for him.

That's why Zhao Dabao developed a strong nerve and an unyielding will.

Sometimes, when faced with difficulties in cultivation, he would think of what happened in his childhood, and then he would say to himself, "I have experienced all the hardships when I was a child, what am I afraid of?" What is there not to be satisfied with?

Look at the current situation, this is something I couldn't have imagined before.

In the past, even the simplest idea of having a full stomach could sustain me to keep going.

Looking at the present, not only have I eaten enough, but I have also embarked on the path of cultivation that only a few lucky people have been able to cultivate, and I am not satisfied with anything.

Even if there are difficulties in cultivation now, it is not a big deal for me.

At most, cultivation has stagnated, not to mention that cultivation has stagnated, or it has regressed, so what's the matter? Isn't it a thousand or ten thousand times better than when I was a child?

Thinking of this, Zhao Dabao's mood will be extraordinarily calm and relaxed.

It was this attitude of going with the flow that allowed Zhao Dabao to pass the bottleneck of cultivation many times, which was also the ultimate avenue of the Nine Revolutions Xuangong cultivation.

So when he saw the little ghost Huahua who was in love, Zhao Dabao's calm heart was not calm.

For the spiritual fluctuations of the ghost Huahua, Zhao Dabao, who is one of the strongest spiritual powers on the earth today, is the clearest.

Especially the emotions contained in it, the kind of colorful clothes to entertain relatives, and the kind of foaming feelings, made Zhao Dabao's heart deeply touched.

Like a kissing seed with magical power, it sprouted and blossomed in Zhao Dabao's heart after the little ghost flower asked.

Now Zhao Dabao has no idea of subduing ghosts, only a feeling like licking a calf, in Zhao Dabao's mind, in all Zhao Dabao's expressions, and even in Zhao Dabao's glances.

This is not the eagerness, the excitement, the love of seeing rare treasures just now, but the kind of doting that really faces the direct juniors.

As the world's top sensitive spiritual ghost Huahua, at the moment when Zhao Dabao's emotion began to emanate, Huahua seemed to return to her mother's warm embrace and her father's thick neck.

This is what I have been yearning for and hoping for since I became conscious, and it is also an expectation that if one day really comes, it will be a kind of expectation!

But there was a trace of mist in the eyes of Hua Hua, like human tears.

Its little mouth was pursed with some force, as if trying to control its quivering lips.

The weak shoulders, twitching slightly, were rising up and down at an irregular frequency.

Like a small flower under the autumn wind, a small flower that is about to fall in late autumn;

It's more like a little grass in the cold wind, a little grass swaying in the wind in the harsh winter.

At this moment, everyone present no longer felt the ferocity of this ghost at all, but only felt how this child was so helpless and pitiful!

At this moment, the little ghost Huahua is no longer a ghost, it is a lost child in the real world, a lost child, and a lamb child who is struggling to find his parents.

Vermilion, the most emotionally rich in emotion, took the lead in shedding strings of crystal clear tears, flowing down her white cheeks.

Looking at the flattened flowers, Vermilion had a love and regret for this ghost for the first time.

In the past, it was necessary to know that my mother was caused by a ghost that caused so many years of suffering. In Zhu Hong's heart, he must cut this ghost that haunts his mother with a thousand knives in order to solve the hatred in his heart.

But now, this hatred, with the silent cry of Huahua, is dissipating and passing away little by little, little by little.

Yes, it's dissipating, it's passing.

Seeing the current Huahua, seeing the helpless look of the current Huahua, and seeing the silent, helpless, and deplorable crying of Huahua in front of her now, the kind of maternal love of Zhu Hong as a woman and as a future mother is out of control.

If she is Zhao Dabao now, she is now Zhao Dabao who is standing in the face of the foam, she will definitely hug Huahua tightly, Huahua is too pitiful, too regrettable.

At this time, Zhu Hong suddenly had a kind of fear, a kind of fear, what she was afraid of was not the threat of Huahua, but the incompatibility of Zhao Dabao and Zhao Dazhen.

She has experienced Zhao Dabao's two unexpected and unobtrusive inconsistencies.

Looking at this poor Huahua, Zhu Hong was really afraid that at this time, our Zhao Dazhen would make some husky-like moves.

This is really indefinite, this Zhao Dazhen is really too inscrutable, and his behavior is too jumper, too out of tune, and too improper.

How pitiful, helpless, and deplorable the flowers are now!

In this case, Zhao Dazhen didn't bother to do something else, hey, what do you think?

Thinking of this, Zhu Hong was a little scared and didn't dare to look at it, and she had an urge to cover her eyes.

That is, Zhu Hong herself doesn't know any spells, and if she knows any spells, she will definitely apply them to Zhao Da

On Bao's body, he couldn't move, and he couldn't say that he was afraid that this husky-like real person would make some other unobtrusive moves.

Alas, there is really no way, since he came to Xia Kingdom, Zhao Dabao has given people the impression that he is a little two, wrong, not a little two, but a real two, like a husky that is out of tune!

Husky in the dog world, Zhao Dabao among people!

This sentence suddenly flashed in Zhu Hong's mind.

In order to prevent Zhao Dabao from committing two mistakes and not paying attention, there was a hint of warning in the flow of Zhu Hong's beautiful eyes.

When he was glaring at Zhao Dabao, Zhu Hong's little mouth opened slightly, and a silent mouth shape came out, meaning that you don't mess around, and hurt this child's heart again.

Looking at Zhu Hong's eyes and mouth shape, Zhao Dabao scratched his head and smiled bitterly, and handed over a look, which means rest assured, can I be so two?

Looking at the misty flowers in his eyes, a heartstring in Zhao Dabao's heart was slightly touched, bringing a heartfelt soreness.

The sour thing is that seeing the lonely and helpless ghost Huahua in front of him, he remembered his sad childhood. In Tianqiuxing, Zhao Dabao's childhood is like a ghost flower.

The pain is that the same experience, the same childhood, the kind of ups and downs in life, the pain of experiencing thorns are vivid and engraved in my heart.

A kind smile appeared on Zhao Dabao's face again, but this time it was a kind of love and pity from the heart:

"Huahua, your name is Huahua, right?"

"Well, yes, I started it myself. On the day I became conscious, I saw a small black flower next to me, so I named myself Huahua. But, however, the little black flower was been, but it was "

When he said this, Flowey's little mouth flattened, and the hazy mist in his eyes finally gathered into teardrops, flowing down Flowey's little face.

Strings of crystal clear teardrops, like drops of nine-day morning dew, fell on the ground of the Buddha hall, but the strange ones disappeared.

It turned out that the tears of the ghost Huahua were just a condensation of spiritual power, and they were not real.

But the more unreal the existence, the more Zhao Dabao felt the sourness that hurt his heart.

Is there anything more uncomfortable than a person, oh no, as a ghost, even when he is sad and sad, but he can't shed real tears?

I saw Zhao Dabao walk in front of Huahua in a few steps, with a right hand full of pity, and gently stroked Huahua's slightly black and tear-filled cheeks.

When Zhao Dabao stretched out his hand, the little ghost was full of joy, but with a hint of fear, it seemed to be hiding but not hiding.

The little ghost Huahua is happy that there are finally relatives who want to caress its cheeks dotingly;

What is scary is that it knows that it is a ghost and has no body.

Although it used its spiritual power to condense a human-like entity, this entity did not exist, and as soon as it came into contact with it, it would pass through it as if it were touching air.

I want the comfort of my relatives, but I am afraid that this is an empty joy, so Huahua is happy and scared.

A scene that surprised the little ghost Huahua happened, it actually felt the temperature of the palm of this kind and amiable young man, it was with a kind of smoky family temperature, it was with a kind of indolent feeling.