"Little Mo! Why don't you know how to find a place to shelter from the rain when it rains so hard, and you don't know what to do if you feel sorry for yourself and get sick? ”

After arriving home, Wang Shuyuan, who was wrapped in a towel on her head, opened the door and was full of distress and helplessness when she saw him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ah~sneeze~

Su Mo couldn't help but hit another one, only to feel that his face was burning in a panic, and reluctantly replied: "Auntie, I'm sorry, it suddenly rained in the park at that time, and I ran back in fear for a while." ”

Naturally, the truth can't be explained to the other party, after all, this kind couple is just an ordinary person, and even if they say it, it just makes them worry, Su Mo has already developed a habit.

It's not a bad habit, it's just a white lie.

"Alas, it's really still a child, what's there to be afraid of." A smile appeared on Wang Shuyuan's face, she reached out and touched his forehead, her face suddenly changed, and she hurriedly put her head on Su Mo's forehead, and screamed.

"Ah, I have a fever, my forehead is burning, don't stay still, hurry up and go into the house, go take a hot shower. I'm going to make ginger soup for you, and I'll take two cold medicines when I go to bed at night. The woman's maternal instinct is fully revealed in Wang Shuyuan at this moment.

"Well, I—I haven't changed my shoes yet, and I'm on the ground where I should be stepping on it...... It's all water. Su Mo was a little uncomfortable with such an intimate act, turned his head and stammered a little.

"It doesn't matter, just throw it aside, and I'll clean it up later."

She hurriedly took off the wet schoolbag on Su Mo's back, pulled Su Mo to the bathroom, and then gently closed the door and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

Strangely, she didn't see the umbrella in Su Mo's hand, which was casually thrown by the teenager onto the shoe cabinet.

Well, I'm giving her trouble again, she's just so nice to me.

The warm hot water washed away the cold, and it also made Su Mo warm, and even his mood was warmed very relaxed and comfortable, lying lazily in the bathtub and not wanting to move.

The gentle mother died of cancer when he was six years old, and then those relatives had to pinch their noses to take turns raising him for the sake of so-called morality and face, and the attitude towards him can be imagined.

Coupled with the strange ability that lurked in him, an orphan who used to look at the empty place and scream in horror when he was a child, everyone avoided it, like a disgusted burden tossed around among the so-called relatives.

Fortunately, Uncle Su Yifeng and Aunt Wang Shuyuan, distant relatives who were originally unable to fight him, suddenly appeared in front of him, and then took him away from such a turbulent life.

"Mo'er, gentle people will be treated gently by the world."

I'm really lucky, Mom!

……

"Xiao Mo, have you washed it?"

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?"

"Mo'er, don't you scare Auntie?"

"Mo'er ......"

The louder and louder knock on the door woke him up from his memories, Su Mo shook his head and hurriedly replied: "No, it's okay, Auntie, I fell asleep just now." ”

"I'm scared to death, it's okay, come out quickly, it's not good for your health to soak for too long." Aunt Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief at the door.

Su Mo hurriedly wiped his body, and when he soaked in the bath for a while, he felt a lot more comfortable, and his originally dizzy head was also much lighter.

On the glass table in the living room is a bowl of hot ginger soup and a plate of creamy osmanthus cake. Su Mo walked over and picked up the ginger soup, feeling a little nauseous and sick to his stomach just after smelling it, let alone drinking it.

"It's sweet and delicious, Auntie put sugar in it, drink it while it's hot, be obedient." Get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow. ”

Aunt Shuyuan looked at him with a smile on the side, and he had no choice but to drink it, and a strange taste flooded his mouth, making his face pale again.

"Hurry up and eat some pastries and dip your mouth, I'll make you your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for you at night, go back to the house and sleep for a while, and I'll call you after dinner."

Su Mo watched her enter the kitchen, shook his head, pinched a pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, picked up his schoolbag and obediently went to his bedroom, threw the schoolbag aside, and lazily got into ......the bed.

He's tired today.

Meow~

"Damn human boy, have you forgotten that this king is also in there!"

Hearing a cat's scream from the schoolbag, Su Mo smiled, and then remembered that he had put the monster in the schoolbag in order to run faster, and he had forgotten it all just now.

He hurriedly stood up, picked up the school bag, untied the red rope at the mouth and let the monster out.

"Bastard, what kind of spell did you cast on this schoolbag to make it impossible for this king to come out!"

The round youkai sat on the ground, its golden eyes full of annoyance, and one of its front paws pointed at him with a little trembling.

"This schoolbag was sewn for me by my mother, and it has been with me for more than ten years, it's just an ordinary schoolbag, how can there be any magic?"

Saying this, he really looked at the schoolbag over and over.

In some vague memories, the figure at that time was under the incandescent lamp, imitating the illustrations in a book, sewing a few pieces of gray fabric together, carefully making a few interlayers to place small things, filling some sponges in the parts that came into contact with the back, and embroidering the word "Mo" on the front with colored threads.

The next day, the young Su Mo happily went to school with his schoolbag on his back, and until now, many classmates who saw it laughed at his rusticism.

Although this canvas bag was very popular at the time and was the envy of many of its peers, it has long since fallen out of fashion after so many years.

It's strange to say, it's obviously some ordinary cloth, and it hasn't been damaged in the slightest after taking it for so long, is it really a spell?

Su Mo shook his head a little amusedly, at that time, he had seen the production process of the schoolbag with his own eyes, and he had not seen any supernatural phenomena at all.

After thinking of this, he looked at the other party with suspicious eyes and said, "It's just an ordinary schoolbag, it must be because you ate that strange thing and ate your stomach, so you don't have the strength to break free, right?" ”

The white cat suddenly exploded when he heard this, and refuted in a panicked tone: "How, how is it possible, this king has been crisscrossing the world for hundreds of years, how can he eat a bad stomach because of just one source crystal, then, that little ghost's condensed source crystal is not enough for this king to stuff his teeth!" ”

"Wow, a thousand-year-old monster. So, why did you come back with me? The boy looked at the monster with a smile on his face, and thought it was very interesting.

"I—I didn't want to use that guy to stay - no, I'm here to protect you, protection, you know?" The white cat waved its short paws, and the cat's face looked like it was for your good.

"Protect me?"

Su Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, his chin in his left hand, his eyes full of curiosity, curious about what kind of excuse the other party had made.

"Hmph, your mother is known as the existence closest to the emperor, and many monsters know that she has a treasure against the sky that records the real names of countless big monsters - Friends Record!"

The youkai seemed to have found confidence, crouching on the ground, its two front paws crossed in front of its chest like a human, and its golden pupils exuded majesty.

"Uh, friends...... What's that? ”

Su Mo remembered that among his mother's relics there seemed to be such a small notebook, on which strange words were written. He used to be curious, he deliberately checked on the Internet, but he didn't find this kind of text, but he didn't expect it to be the real name of the monster, is it the text used by the monster?

He pulled out a small brown-red leather case one foot square from under the bed and gently lifted the lid.

This little box was his most precious thing, and it contained nothing of value, but a relic left to him by his mother—and if it was, it would have been taken by those relatives!

There are a lot of gadgets inside, a few small puppets, a photo album, some toys and other small bits and pieces. He tossed the top toy aside and carefully removed a white notebook that had been carefully wrapped in a plastic cover at the bottom.

The notebook looked like it had been bought at a roadside store, and it contained five crooked pencil words that looked like elementary school students scribbling on them.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Su Mo opened the notebook in confusion, only to see that each one had a few words written on it, which were also very scribbled, like some kind of strange text.

He didn't see it, and the white cat's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement, and his body was low, putting on a hunting posture. But when he turned his gaze, he retracted it, turned his head and explained in a serious tone.

"Hmph, stupid little human kid, do you know how important your real name is to a youkai? It's something more precious than life! Once another youkai has his real name, he can be ordered to do anything, even if he is asked to commit suicide, he will not be able to resist. ”

"Friend Record, it records the real names of many big monsters, and it is said that there are three demon kings among them, once you master this treasure, you can have a powerful monster army and become the most powerful king in heaven and earth!"

The white cat jumped onto the bed, staring at the small notebook in the young man's hand, and his golden pupils were throbbing.

This treasure appeared in front of it unguardedly, like a delicious cake on its mouth, which really challenged its psychological limits.

If it weren't for the fact that he was ill now......

"Hey, hey, damn youkai, you haven't dried yourself yet, don't jump on the bed!"

Su Mo suddenly saw the white cat lying under his eyelids screaming, hurriedly picked it up in the air, pulled the towel on the hanger and wrapped the wet fat cat into a dumpling and wiped it vigorously.

The white cat struggled hard, and shouted a little slurred: "Child, let go of me, don't ......"

"Xiao Mo, who are you talking to?"

Aunt Shuyuan's inquiry suddenly came from the living room, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly blocked the monster's mouth with a towel: "No, nothing, I'm talking to and classmates on the phone." ”

"Ah, Xiao Mo has also made new friends, don't forget to invite your classmates to play at home when you go back."

"Hmm...... Well, I will. ”

In the past, he was young and ignorant, and he didn't know how to observe words and feelings, and he always said strange things to adults without concealment, so he became a problem teenager in the eyes of others, attracting a lot of gossip.

Now he has long known that he is different from others, and he will never paint the pictures he sees to others again, so he is much more normal in the eyes of others.

Even though he was afraid to die in his heart, he still made up lies to hide the facts he saw, just to keep his relatives who cared about him from worrying.

Perhaps, this is growth.