World Traveler

"Great!"

"Well, brother, can you tie my hair? My mother used to tie it for me..."

Hearing this question, he silently withdrew his hand from her head, and looked at her hair that was messed up by him, and the smile on his face froze.

After a while, he put his hand back on her, simply straightened his hair, and looked at her seriously.

"Moling, you look good even without your hair tied up."

"what?"

"Really, don't lie to you."

…………

In the end, Yanan took Mo Ling to find a senior sister who knew how to braid hair, and asked her to help braid Tang Mo Ling's hair.

But to be honest, Yanan does think that her hair looks good even without braids, it just needs a simple combing.

I took Tang Moling to have a good time in the small town at the foot of the mountain. For Moling, just visiting the small town at the foot of the mountain was enough to satisfy her.

He usually stayed in the Tang Sect and never came out, even though the senior brothers and sisters in the Tang Sect were very kind to him, and even Brother Yanan often played with him.

But the town at the foot of the mountain is really lively!

Whenever I tell my brother what I want, he will buy it for me without hesitation.

Candied haws, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sugar figurines, roasted chicken legs...

I'm holding food in my hands now, which makes me very happy, but it's really tiring to hold all these things...

"elder brother……"

He lowered his head and looked at Tang Moling who was looking at him pitifully.

Fine.

He reached out and took the food from her hand that she didn't want to eat, and then accompanied her around the town.

I have to say that this chicken leg is quite delicious.

Rather than being tired of holding it, I might as well eat it. Anyway, I don’t mind it after it’s been bitten.

Yanan, who was following behind Tang Moling, was finishing the things in his hands while running around with her.

This candied haws is really not that good, not much sugar and so sour...

The osmanthus cake is okay, but it's a bit choking...

Sugar man... well, it's been licked... Let's eat it too, to prevent it from getting covered in dust later...

"Brother, let's go in and listen to the story!"

Tang Moling, who was jumping around, finally stopped. The two of them came to a teahouse. Even if they stood outside the teahouse, they could hear the storyteller's voice inside.

"It's too late to say it, it's too late!"

"Faced with the demonic cult's siege, Hero Tang laughed heartily and unleashed his unique skill, the Flying Swallow Meteoric Feather..."

"I saw that hidden weapon, like lightning, instantly take the lives of all the members of the Demon Sect, frightening the other members of the surrounding Demon Sect so much that they fled in panic..."

When Tang Moling heard this, her eyes lit up. She pulled Yanan's clothes behind her and said excitedly.

"Brother, it seems to be telling the story of my father."

"Let's go in and listen."

As soon as I entered, I saw that the entire hall was crowded with people, but they were all ordinary people who came to the teahouse to rest and listen to stories after a busy day.

There were also many children gathered in the outermost area to listen to stories, gesturing with their hands and excitedly arguing in low voices with their friends.

However, Yanan did not plan to squeeze into the first floor with Tang Moling.

I just paid the waiter and asked for a private room on the second floor.

Not only does it have a good location, but it also has a wide view. The interior decoration is also very elegant, making it very suitable for scholars and young men to visit.

But Tang Moling had no reaction to the decoration in the room. She excitedly leaned over to the window and listened to the storyteller telling stories.

haha~

Looking at Tang Moling moving a stool and lying by the window, Yanan couldn't help laughing.

Okay, as long as Moling is happy.

I asked the waiter for some snacks and a pot of tea, and savored them slowly.

I also had to keep an eye on Tang Moling to prevent her from falling out of the window in excitement.

Of course, Yanan is not the reincarnation of Taotie, who only knows how to eat every day.

Instead, daily training consumed most of Yanan's physical strength, and now his body needed a lot of nutrition to grow, and his own digestive capacity doubled with the addition of his physical fitness.

So Yanan is now in a half-full state every day. According to his master, as long as his body is fully developed, this situation will not happen.

If it happened to other children, they might really starve to death.

But who is Yanan?

Besides the traverser, there is also the biggest golden finger...

Wilderness survival master.

When you are hungry, you can always find various high-calorie foods in some strange corners to fill your stomach.

This gold finger is really useful.

I don’t know what’s going on with that so-called god. He hasn’t contacted me for several years. Could something have happened that I don’t know about?

Forget it, I can’t think so much. The more I think, the more my head hurts.

Just ask Him for clarification when the time comes.

As for the so-called conspiracy theory, Yanan didn't think about it in either direction. After all, whether it was the golden finger or the time travel, it was all because of Him.

If He had any ill intentions, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

For Him, it is not a difficult thing to forcibly transform himself into a white-haired, red-eyed cat-eared loli and then throw him into the inner world.

Instead of thinking about these things, it is better to think about how to take care of Tang Moling in the future.

Alas, Master's Wife

When Yanan thought of his master's wife, he couldn't help feeling sad. Listening to the storyteller beside him, he suddenly remembered something.

Oh, I almost forgot, Moling’s biological father, my master, is not dead yet.

tsk...

I'm a little sleepy...

I haven't had any rest since yesterday...

He dragged the recliner in the room to the window and took Tang Moling into his arms.

"Mo Ling, I'm going to rest for a while. Remember to call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Feeling that Yanan was ready to go to sleep, Tang Moling, who was being hugged, also reduced her movements and quietly leaned on Yanan's shoulder, listening to the storyteller downstairs.

Yanan lay in the rocking chair, and Tang Moling was held in his arms like a doll.

Mmm, Mo Ling smells so good...

In this noisy teahouse, Yanan smelled the fragrance of Moling beside him, his mind gradually relaxed, and he slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, I watched Master's wife smiling as she handed Tang Moling's hand to me...

But...it's so fucking awful!

My dear mother-in-law, although Tang Moling can be seen to be a beauty now, but...

He’s only five years old now!

Looking at the hand in his hand, he felt a slight chill on his back and turned around to look...

"Uncle police, listen to my explanation!"