The little glutinous rice dumpling raised his head sharply and called out to his father in a soft voice, but he still hugged my legs hard.

I was so tired by him that I couldn't turn around. And because he didn't know how many generations he had grown, he was too embarrassed to bend down to break his fingers, so he had to stand dry.

The father, who was the father, had already taken a few hurried steps to come around to me.

Because it was so close, I hung my head again, and all I could see was a pair of cloud boots with a black background and a dark robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the corner.

He sighed, "Susu." ”

I suddenly realized that this sound is called, and the survey is not just in the next book.

The fourth brother often says that I am forgetful, but I still remember that in the past 100,000 years, some people have called me Xiaowu, some people have called me Ayin, and some people have called me seventeen, of course, most people call me aunt, but no one has ever called me Susu.

It happened that the little glutinous rice dumpling rubbed his eyes, I quickly took a step back and looked up with a smile: "Xianyou's eyes are not good, I'm afraid I recognize the wrong person." ”

After saying this, he didn't react, but I was taken aback. Leaving the grass on the plain, I don't know when I sleep in spring, the face of his father is really like my mentor Mo Yuan.

But after all, I still didn't mistake him for Mo Yuan.

70,000 years ago, the rebellion of the ghost clan, the long river was turbulent, the red flames burned the sky, Mo Yuan locked the ghost monarch Qingcang in the East Emperor Bell on the shore of Ruoshui, but his own cultivation was scattered, and his soul was scattered. I desperately saved his body, brought it back to Qingqiu, put it in Yanhua Cave, and raised it with a bowl of raw blood every month.

Mo Yuan is the eldest son of the Father, the god of the world, I never believed that one day he would die, even now, I don't believe it. So I just waited silently, and raised him with a bowl of blood every month, so that one day, he could call me a little seventeen with a smile.

When I think about this, I feel a little sad.

But the current situation doesn't seem to be very suitable for sadness. In response to the old saying, after a big shock, there will be an even greater shock,

Before I could come back to my senses, the glutinous rice dumpling father in front of me had already waved his sleeves and picked off the white silk that bound my eyes, and I reflexively closed my eyes. He raised his hand and stroked my forehead.

The little glutinous rice dumplings were shaking their voices on the side, shouting to climb the disciples, and the disciples to climb the disciples.

For so many years, I have been very peaceful, and even that year, the red fox Feng Jiu boiled Buddha and jumped over the wall to pull out the Ganoderma lucidum grass in front of my cave, and I never bothered with her. But at this moment, the green tendons on his forehead were beating happily.

"Presumptuous. I haven't used this sentence pattern for many years, but now that I revisit it, it's really a little rusty.

The little glutinous rice dumpling came to pull the corner of my skirt and said timidly: "Is my mother angry?"

His father hadn't seen any movement for a long time. It was a long time, and finally tied the white silk back to me, and then said: "Yes, I recognized the wrong person, she will never be as lustful as you, nor is she more beautiful than you." Fangcai, offended. ”

After a short distance, I saw clearly that the placket sleeves of his dark brocade robe were embroidered with dragon patterns of the same color.

Although it has not been out of Qingqiu for tens of thousands of years, fortunately, I still remember a little bit of the basic etiquette of the immortals, except for the Tianjun family, the poor and the yellow springs, but no immortal is impatient and dares to embroider dragon patterns on his robes. Look at the glutinous rice dumplings he holds in his hand. I secretly thought that this young man in the dark brocade robe was probably the proud grandson of the Heavenly Monarch, Yehuajun.

It's a pity that a good talent in Linfeng Yushu, who is young, finally got married to my old woman, which is really a sigh, the way of heaven is unfair, and it is unfair.

I have always been deeply sorry for him because of this relationship. So at this moment, although I was offended, because I thought that he was Yehuajun, I had the illusion that I had actually offended him, so I had to laugh and say: "Immortal friends are polite." ”

He looked at me with a cold, deep gaze.

I stepped aside to make way of the way. The little glutinous rice dumplings still snorted and called me mother.

I thought that sooner or later I would have to really be his stepmother, so I smiled and suffered.

Yehua took the hand of the little glutinous rice dumpling, and soon disappeared around the corner at the end.

It was only then that I suddenly remembered that if I let the two fathers and sons go, who would take me out of this garden?

hurriedly chased after him, but he couldn't even see the figure.