Diandian, the cute group pet has a dragon Kaka to kill

Xi Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. He had the impression that only his grandmother and mother would dare to do this. It gave him a familiar and warm feeling, not disgusting at all.

He performed a junior salute and said respectfully, "Yes, Ranzhi will keep it in mind, Grandma He, don't worry."

Listening to his words, Mrs. He's expression did not change. She smiled at him as always and patted his shoulder gently, "Go, and have a safe journey."

Before leaving, Xi Zhiyi looked back at the room where Xia Yining was sleeping and said with a smile, "Please tell sister Ning'er to wait for me to bring her something fun when I get back from the mountain."

After that, he led his men to Datian Mountain. Mrs. He stood at the gate and watched them, praying for him in her heart, "I hope everything goes well for him. Only when he returns home safely can his family live well."

After seeing them off, Zheng Lizheng and the villagers saw the portrait in the main hall. They thought the dragon was so domineering, with a charm revealed in its eyes that made people want to submit unconsciously.

Zheng Lizheng was standing in the yard, took a closer look, and asked, "I have never seen this god before, why would Sister He worship him?"

He was worried that the He family had made a wrong offering, and that it was some wandering ghost from somewhere, so he asked.

Hearing this, Granny He smiled and explained to them, "From now on, the He family will worship Lord Chiyan. This deity told us in a dream that as long as we sincerely worship him and burn incense every day, he will protect the whole family and bring them peace and safety."

She lowered her voice, looked around, and said mysteriously, "Besides, it's not just me who had this dream, the old man and the eldest family all had this dream. Isn't that amazing?"

Everyone nodded: "Amazing, amazing, so amazing."

Seeing that the villagers believed her, Granny He continued, "Not only that, even when the old man went to the town to ask the painter to help him draw his portrait, he only spoke casually, and the painter's mind automatically showed the real body of Lord Chiyan. When he drew the picture, it was exactly the same as in the dream."

"Everyone knows that even if it is dictated, it takes repeated revisions before it can be drawn. Only with Lord Chiyan's real body can the painter succeed in one go."

Pointing to the portrait in the main hall of the house, he said, "Look, isn't it very charming and majestic? No evil spirits dare to approach it if it is placed at home. The righteousness of this painting can scare away little ghosts."

Following her words, the villagers nodded in agreement after carefully reading it, "Aunt He is right. Lord Chiyan's true form is very heroic. He looks like someone who wants to kneel down and kowtow to him."

Mrs. He: “…”

He almost laughed out loud and said to them, "It's simple. Worship it sincerely at home, and it will surely keep your family safe and sound."

When Chi Yan heard what Mrs. He said in the space, he was in a very good mood. He wanted to give her some gold and flowers. Unfortunately, his warehouse had not been opened yet, so he had to owe her the money for now.

Many villagers just kept watching, and there were also knowledgeable people, such as Zheng Lizheng, who felt that it was destined to be with his family no matter how he looked at it, and agreed with what Mrs. He said. Hanging it at home would protect the house and make one sleep soundly.

Thinking that he had to go to the town anyway, he asked for the painter's name, went there specifically to buy a portrait and sincerely worshipped it at home. Many years later, when everyone in his family had become successful, he was extremely glad for his decision.

After everyone had left, Mrs. He quickly closed the gate to the yard and hurried in to see her little girl.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a magical scene. Xia Yining was glowing with golden and purple light. She looked like a god in the sky, and she would fly away with the wind in the next second.

Such thoughts shocked Mrs. He. She stared at the little person on the bed without blinking, and just stood stiffly at the door.

At this time, Xia Yining was sleeping soundly. He felt very comfortable, as if he was soaking in a hot spring and feeling warm. There was a gentle force flowing in his veins, washing the blood vessels and organs throughout his body.

She turned over comfortably and fell asleep with her legs spread out, unaware that someone was looking at her nervously, and continued to sleep carefreely, hugging her quilt.

Even Chi Yan in the space couldn't help but sigh, "How wonderful! This is God's own daughter. He was so gentle even when helping her rebuild her meridians. Anyone else would be crying for their parents right now."

"He, the prince of the Dragon Clan, is not treated this way. This really makes the dragons extremely jealous."

He muttered a few words to himself and decided to ignore it. He stood up and flew to the space to check it out and make some arrangements so that he could give the little girl a big surprise when she came in.

The glow on Xia Yining's body lasted for two cups of tea before it faded away. Mrs. He saw that her skin was as smooth as a baby's, even more tender than an egg, and would turn red if pinched lightly.

Seeing the little girl lying soundly on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. When she leaned her back against the door, she was surprised to find that her back was covered with cold sweat. She had been living too excitingly during this period of time, and she felt like her heart couldn't stand the skipping rope at all.

He slowly moved to the bedside, and seeing that the little person on the bed was about to wake up, he placed his hand on her back and patted her gently to comfort her. It was almost an instinctive reaction, and even Xia Yining was used to it.

He squirmed on the bed in a daze, crawling bit by bit with his little butt sticking up high, then fell into Grandma He's arms and began to whimper, stretching his body. His chubby little belly was round and cute, like a ripe watermelon.

Naijiji asked, "Mom, what time is it? Has Ning'er slept for a long time? Why do my eyelids feel so heavy, as if they were glued shut?"

He rolled around like a dragon, hugged Grandma He and cried, "Mom, why do people have to wake up? Can't they just sleep all the time? I'm so sleepy."

This amused He Pozi so much that she covered her mouth and giggled. She whispered softly, "It's just noon. What would Ning'er like to eat for lunch? Mother will make it for Bao'er."

Hearing about delicious food, Xia Yining perked up and said in a very coquettish tone, "I don't want to eat pasta anymore. My family has been eating pasta lately, and I feel like I'm turning into a white bun."

While speaking, he pinched himself and mumbled, and then continued: "It's still a fat meat bun with big meat filling, and the meat on the body is DuangDuang~~~"

He was used to hearing her new words. She held her and rocked her, then said seriously, "Nonsense, Ning'er is not fat. Look at her, she is almost as thin as a stick. There are only bones left on her body."

"Even if there is a little bit of fat on the body, it is just the baby fat on the child's body. It will disappear when he grows up another two years."

Xia Yining was so happy that she thought Mrs. He was the best mother. She would rather say that she had baby fat than be fat. It was really touching.

The mother and daughter kissed each other again. After she had acted coquettishly enough, Mrs. He fetched some warm water for washing and washed her clean on the bed. She then neatly tied her hair into a cute little bun, feeling very satisfied.

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