By the time the sun gave its first rays, breakfast had already been prepared by Og.

Yi Yue woke up with the faint smell of grass, as if she had woken up in this body for the first time, looking at the man who had created a peaceful place for her in ignorance.

He always has a flustered and dark attitude and behavior that makes her panic, but he always leaves some irresistible warmth and warmth for her to indulge in.

Izuki moved, crawled out of her warm embrace, and touched the back of the adult's hand, without waking him.

It was cold in the morning, and the wind that ran mischievously by her side made her shiver, and she was attracted by the light source and staggered to the fire that was lit again.

Squatting down in this warmer place, the little child folded his arms and rested his chin on his short arms, watched the leaping firelight for a while, and closed his eyes again.

Breakfast is tumbling in an iron pot on the fire, and simple energy biscuits and fresh wild vegetable soup are large enough to provide everyone with the energy for a morning of high-intensity activity.

At this time, there was no one resting here, and they came and went lightly.

Whoever woke up took the bowl and chopsticks and served the soup to eat, without too much communication, after eating, they each set off to the mission site first, and everyone tacitly kept quiet so that the partners who had not woken up could rest for a while, and at the same time did not disturb a small group by the fire.

Zhan Changran leaned against the tree with his eyes closed, he was asleep, no one disturbed his deep sleep, but as soon as his fingers moved, he suddenly woke up, rubbed his throbbing temples with his two fingers, and reached out to the hand in his arms to touch the air.

My heart was beating hard.

The premonition of being dominated by the sound of crying made him extremely upset.

However, it was quiet, and there was no sound as expected.

The man saw the small figure with his back to him at a glance, scolded secretly, stepped forward and squatted down to touch Yiyue, who was emitting a glimmer of light on his body.

The energy in the body overflows outward in the form of light, this phenomenon represents the languishing and degeneration of the soul lock, the spiritual power is too weak to entrain, and the spirit child who has lost the soul child is released by the body, and the energy gradually dissipates.

It is more common in children who have a weak grasp of mental power, injured people whose mental power has been severely damaged, and new abilities who cannot adapt to mental power after a breakthrough in spiritual energy.

The confrontation between the two beings had an impact on her after all, and he arranged no matter how thick the barrier was, he used all methods to protect her, and all his efforts came to naught the moment the girl broke the barrier and touched Yiyue.

The little girl was still injured.

He patted the little guy on the shoulder, and the soft milky white light retracted his body in fright, and the little girl slowly raised her head, looked at him blankly for a while, and finally recognized who he was, and slowly and clumsily grabbed one of his fingers, and stood up and rubbed into his arms.

"Daddy." She shouted softly, tugging at his fingers and not letting go.

I was finally able to speak, and it seemed that I could only say this one sentence.

"I'll go first when you wake up, there's something unusual over there, I'll go see what's going on." Og, who was last to stay here, stirred the fire twice, and after seeing Zhan Changran wave his hand to signal that he knew, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ma'am, I need to eat." He pulled his hand back, took her ass and picked up the little one, and went to serve a bowl of vegetable soup together.

The man rubbed his forehead from time to time as he walked around to relieve discomfort.

The child grabbed his empty hand and grabbed his clothes in a reckless manner: "Dad." ”

The tail note droops, and it is very aggrieved.

The adults don't even look at the little one in their arms, when they don't hear it.

It's good that she doesn't have to hum to express her meaning now, she has turned humming into a dad, using different sounds and the same intonation to express unique meanings.

"Daddy." She shouted again, twisting her ass as uncomfortably.

The front note is high, the bass is slipped and raised slightly, and the radio is short.

Zhan Changran's hand shook, damn it, he understood.

"If you pull it directly on me, I'll dig a pit and bury you." He was threatening, acted quickly, and did not hesitate to take her to the toilet.

When I was waiting for the little guy to solve his physiological problems, I felt a little uncomfortable.

This feeling persists even after the baby has been soaked.

He is a dignified active governor, how did he become a nanny, not only to serve people to the toilet, but also to serve people to eat.

The man looked down slightly at the ill-fated little thing.

The child looked up at him eating while biting the bottle, his big eyes were full of him, quiet and well-behaved, not at all like the other days when he only closed his eyes and cried.

The liquid flowing through the inflamed and swollen throat probably made her uncomfortable, and after swallowing two milks, she was not happy to drink again, and she did not drink if she didn't drink, she had to suck two mouthfuls of milk and hold it, and then spit it out to play, which was not over, and her hands had to touch the milk stains and soil that were spit out to play with mud.

Zhan Changran felt that his head hurt even more.

Can mental trauma reduce IQ to such an extent?