Yi Lanjun watched the little groups enter the house one by one, and was about to go in, but was stopped by Chongli: "What were you holding in your hand just now?"

"Nope. ”

"Ritual weapons?"

"I said no. ”

"I saw it. ”

“...... I'm afraid she'll hurt the child. ”

"Are you worried about me?"

"Nope!"

He denied it neatly, and it looked even more suspicious.

What is there if I admit it, can I still laugh at you? Chong Li flattened his mouth, took a step back in great disappointment, and watched him follow the little group into the house.

Today's mood is not beautiful at all.

The mood fell again, and at the moment when she turned around, the stiff neck suddenly ached, and Chongli let out an "oops", rubbing his sore shoulders in pain.

It's really unfavorable for the passing year, and if everything doesn't go well, forget it, and still fall into the pillow......

"What's wrong?"

Things seemed to be suddenly reversed, Chongli turned his head without a long memory, his neck brushed his sense of existence again, and he couldn't help grinning: "No, it's okay." ”

Yi Lanjun asked with a serious face, "Are you hurt?"

And say you're not worried?

Chongli felt proud in his heart, wrinkled his brows and smiled: "No." ”

"Stiff neck again?"

"Why?"

He didn't explain, and just took away her hand that was rubbing her neck. The temperature of his palm came from the shoulder well, and he rubbed gently against the sore spot.

Chongli turned his back to him, but at this time he wanted to see his expression very much, and just wanted to turn his head, but he forcibly blocked him:

"Don't move. ”

Not happy.

Although his immortal magic is indeed very effective, and his neck no longer hurts, he has not spoken again, which makes people feel very awkward. It's so close, why does it always feel like there's a layer of separation?

"Yilan-kun. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Hug me. ”

The baby's heart is bitter, and he needs to be hugged by a potted plant to get better.

His hand paused, probably not expecting her to make such a request out of nowhere.

Chongli faced the courtyard, and his tone was very calm, as if he didn't have any special emotions at all, and just said something very ordinary.

At this time, the sun has not yet appeared on the horizon, and the sky is full of bright morning glow, and the brilliant colors of the sky are so beautiful that it feels unreal.

In the middle of the night, just when she thought she had been rejected, his warm arms with a familiar aroma slowly surrounded her. There was no vigor, no earth-shattering, like spring rain moistening everything, and the whole heart was warmed by him to melt.

His cheeks grinded against each other, and his hair fell loose, tangled with her green silk. His chest was not solid, but there was a special warmth, and his shoulders were not particularly broad, and he could not bear the heavy responsibility of protecting world peace, but he was enough to bear the responsibility of giving her happiness.

Chongli turned around in his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and looked directly at those clear eyes: "Whether you are happy or unhappy, you can tell me, but you can't ignore me." ”

"Good. ”

He nodded.

"Even if you're angry or have a tantrum, let me know!"

As for whether it will be changed or not, another story.

"That ......"

His brows furrowed slightly, looking very embarrassed: "Can you say anything?"

"No taboos!"

Swear.

"Can you put your legs down first?"

“......”

Reluctantly, Chongli lowered the leg that was coiled over him, holding his shoulders and barely standing up.

"At every turn, he grabbed people with his thighs, and outsiders saw what he was like. ”

"Because I like you. ”

Chongli was dissatisfied, and then changed his words: "Okay, okay, I remember, I won't do it again in the future." ”

The iceberg on Yi Lanjun's face finally melted: "Just talk well, don't add drama casually." ”

Chongli suddenly realized that this kind of serious human being had a very special sense of joy when he complained about others, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're laughing. ”

Yi Lanjun couldn't help but laugh together.

Chongli smiled and buried his face in his chest, hugging him tightly, feeling like embracing the whole world.

Meal time.

The nine little ones each held their rice bowls and sat in a circle around the table, everyone ate quietly by themselves, even the youngest Jiaotu served the meal alone, everything was in order.

This scene is completely different from Chongli's impression of the small pot friends cooking.

She only saw it once in her memory, and that was at the ghost mother's house in the underworld: the table was full of ghost hands, ghost feet, ghost tongues, and ghost eyes chopped into small pieces, which were contained in three or four broken jars, and as the ghost mother shouted "open the meal", dozens of little goblin cubs hugged up together, and countless little paws grabbed at random, no matter what they caught, they just stuffed it into their mouths, and their eyes were full of soup and saliva flying sideways - just the kind of scene of eating and munching, anyone who saw it would have a shadow.

In terms of bringing cubs alone, Yilanjun is really worthy of admiration.

Chongli held his cheeks and looked at the nearest skull, which was a little darker, but the appearance of the tiger's head and tiger brain was still very cute, just like a small briquette becoming a sperm! I couldn't help but reach out and touch his little head.

I didn't want the little cub to give her a blank look, and moved to the side very reluctantly.

"You little thing is so weird!"

Chongli glared at that time and said angrily: "Fang just said 'Don't hurt my aunt'!

"I grew up eating charcoal, and I don't know you well. ”

Chongli smiled:

"Where is a boy so cautious? A-Niang said a word to you, and you still can't hold a grudge?"

His expression showed that he minded.

"Hey!"

Chongli turned to Yilanjun on the side for help: "You take care of him?!"

Yi Lanjun, who was serving soup, didn't say anything, and glanced at her lukewarmly.

He became more and more proud, glanced at her, pouted and turned his face to the side.

"Okay, okay, I'm the one who grew up eating charcoal!" Chongli smiled and pinched his little face.

Only then did he say: "If anyone dares to bully A-Niang in the future, report my name!"

Chong Li laughed angrily: "So capable, why don't you go to heaven?"

Xiao Wu on the side suddenly leaned over at this time and asked:

"Did A-Niang also be born black before? I see that my father was born white, and A-Niang is also beautiful, but why are we all as black as charcoal?"

"Me?"

Chongli was stunned for a moment, blinked, tilted his head and thought for a moment.

In that distant era, the immortals who ate around the same table when they were children were not as white and beautiful as they are now, and the aesthetics of that era were still quite simple. To what extent is it simple? The male gods are all rough men with big shoulders and round waists, and the goddesses are all dominatrixes with big breasts and big buttocks.

For example, the water god works together, with blue skin, steel beard, eyes as big as bells, and a mouth like a bell, which guarantees that he can immediately scare all the little pot friends within a radius of 100 miles;

In the immortal circle of Chongli's generation, if someone can be called the first beauty in ancient times, it is definitely not a good thing. It's a savage world where as long as you can survive is a winner in life, as for the details of whether you are beautiful or not, whether your skin is black or not, it's like if you have a blue-faced fanged monster standing in front of you, ready to eat people, do you care if it has spots or stripes on its body?

But where did Jiu Xiao know her for these reasons, she was still looking forward to waiting for the bedtime story, Yi Lanjun glanced at her very innocently at this time: Don't look at me, the labor and capital Yushu has been in the wind for so many years, and this pot will definitely not be carried back.

Fish-lipped mortal, do you think I won't bully you if you're handsome?

Chongli smiled and stretched out a finger, pointed at Yi Lanjun and said:

"Actually, he didn't look like this before. ”

This is a rather cerebral beginning, and all the little dumplings who are concentrating on eating all raise their heads at this time, waiting for her next step with great anticipation. Even Yi Lanjun put down the wooden spoon in his hand and smiled angrily, the meaning was very obvious: Make it up, please tell your story.

"Once upon a time,"

Chongli started very old-fashioned and cleared his throat: "There is a family living in the mountains that raises a beautiful orchid. From time to time, passers-by would pass by his small yard and praise the beautiful bonsai. Over time, the bonsai also felt that they were beautiful, and began to narcissist, always taking advantage of the owner's absence at home, to say to the mirror: 'Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful flower in the world?' and then asked himself: 'It's you, it's you~', every day. Finally, one day, when a witch passed by, she heard this, and in a fit of rage, she turned it into a lump of black coal. ”

Well, blackened without warning, simple and crude.

Yi Lanjun glared at her expressionlessly.

Chongli glanced at him triumphantly, then pinched his throat and continued to speak:

"The orchid was very sad, and asked the witch, 'Are you jealous of my beauty by turning me into an ugly lump of coal?' The witch sneered, 'You conceited fool!

"Actually, that witch is you, right?"

Yi Lanjun couldn't help but interject.

However, Jiu Xiaoyi let out a sigh, and hurriedly told him not to interrupt, and asked, "What happened later?"

Chongli was a little proud, and then said: "The orchid was naturally very frightened when she heard this, so she quietly rolled out of the farmer's house. But no matter who he asked to kiss him along the way, he would be refused, and no one was willing to kiss a piece of dirty and ugly coal. ”

"It wasn't until I met a little earth fairy named Ayane that I restored him to his original appearance, right?"

A sweet voice suddenly came from outside, and the tender white hand gently opened the door, and a beautiful woman with good looks appeared in front of him.

This person is extremely beautiful, the figure is graceful, people are shocked at first glance, although it is a demon body, but there is a half-immortal atmosphere, it is also good and evil, it is really weird. Chongli looked at him and couldn't help frowning.

"Aunt Xue!"

When the little group saw that it was him, they all screamed happily.

"I heard someone arranging Yilanjun from afar, it's really unbearable!"