little spicy jiao

It is not easy for ordinary people to relive nightmares, let alone Mo Jiaojiao, who is pure and harmless.

After chasing Dugu Jiu for two kisses, the young man squinted his beautiful eyes and smiled contentedly. His dark eyes were full of joy and contentment.

He didn't care how shocked the two elders behind him were, he just walked to the side of the banshee stone statue, sat cross-legged in meditation, closed his eyes, with the palm of his right hand facing upwards, slowly mobilizing the demon power.

As the dormant sky fire in the dantian gathers majestic monster power in the palm of his hand, there is a small explosion sound, and a faintly burning red flame appears in the boy's palm.

Mo Jiaojiao closed his eyes and listened quietly, caught a call that seemed to be crying but not crying in the slight wind and the rustling of leaves, and his white palm followed the track of the calling sound, slowly holding up the hot sky fire until it was with both hands. When the eyes are at the same level, Fang puts his fingers together.

In the next moment, violent flames emerged from between the fingers, licking the delicate porcelain-white fingers with open teeth and claws, and the indistinct call was also attracted by the strong vitality contained in the flames, rushing like moths to the flames. Into the flames.

The small hand clenched into a fist was lowered along the trajectory of the wind, until the back of the hand touched the cold and hard stone statue, turned around, and after lifting it, the five fingers spread out, and the flame that had turned into a pepper-shaped flame left the palm of the hand and touched the heart of the stone statue. It melted in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, the barrier covering the surface of the stone statue was cracked inch by inch, and it was completely defeated, gradually revealing the beautiful and beautiful demon sealed inside.

After finishing all this, Mo Jiaojiao opened his eyes, glanced at the unsealed Yaozu in a daze, finally let out a small breath, and fell down softly.

The soft body was wrapped into strong arms, Dugu Jiu hugged Mo Jiaojiao with his eyes closed, and hugged him horizontally.

Shen Siyuan walked over quickly, held the young man's wrist to test his inner breath, and said relaxedly:

"It's just a dream, there's nothing serious about it. However, there is no actual dream to support this dream, and the monster race double can't enter the Jiaojiao dream to play tricks, so at most there is only this banshee in the dream. If you want to wake up again, It’s still up to Jiao Jiao himself.”

Dugu Jiu nodded slightly, stepped a little, hugged the young man and flew up to the tallest tree in the secret realm, found a branch that could shade the sun at random, and sat down.

The locust tree demon looked at the man flying away, frowned, and did not look away for a long time. The fingers holding the long hair in his hand were so hard that people worried that the lock of white hair would be torn off directly.

Seeing the white-haired young man's fierce eyes, Shen Siyuan sighed lazily on purpose, and said, "I'm afraid the only seedling in Yinshen Valley will not be able to reproduce for the monster race."

"I don't believe it." The locust tree demon pulled his eyes back tangled, and said through gritted teeth, "How can Baby Jiaojiao please Chongrong? Doesn't he regard Chongrong as an elder?"

"What's wrong with love over time?" Shen Siyuan shook his fan, disapprovingly said: "The only person who is compatible with Jiao Jiao in this world is Chong Ronger. It just so happens that Jiao Jiao's cherry peppers can help Chong Rong survive the calamity safely, Chong Rong To be able to kill Jiao Jiao I, the guardian of swordsmanship, was created in heaven and earth."

"Shen Siyuan, stop here." The locust tree demon said displeasedly: "Jiao Jiao is just a child, what does he know? Could it be that someone taught him some nonsense? Chong Rong actually helped him to mess around , It’s really nonsense. It’s fine if the elders give you a good night kiss, how many times is it decent?”

"Jiao Jiao is smarter than most people. Although he is a bit naive, he has a clear mind and a keen intuition." Shen Siyuan tapped his palm with the handle of his fan and affirmed: "Even if he doesn't know what love is, as long as he is He has affection for Chongrong, and he will act according to his own will and desire."

"That's why Jiao Jiao Xinyue Chongrong clings to him and acts like a baby all day long?" The locust tree demon asked in disbelief, and after a long silence, he said:

"If you don't look at Jiao Jiao's appearance, he was indeed 17 years old when he was reborn, and he is exactly [-] now. It is reasonable and reasonable for him to be in love for the first time. However, Chong Rong is an upright person, and he is extremely restrained and polite. No one guides him. How did Jiao Jiao get enlightened? of?"

"Well, this is also the doubt of the sect master." Shen Siyuan rubbed his chin and guessed: "Could it be that this is also Jiao Jiao's talent? Children are the most honest when facing their inner desires. Jiao Jiao is now He is already a teenager, but his temperament is childish and innocent, maybe it is the same reason."

The locust tree demon pinched his brows with a headache when he heard the words, and simply broke the jar and said:

"Then let it be. It's better to leave this lifelong matter to you old men to worry about. Young monsters like me who are unrequitedly in love are really not good at it."

Shen Siyuan was stunned for a moment, looked up at the "Young Yaozu" who was the same age as him, and shook his head helplessly.

The Yinshengu clan has never taken the usual path. In the past, all the young people insisted on changing their hair to white hair overnight. Now that the world has changed, they are obviously old and clamoring to be younger than him. It is really a child's heart.

***

When Shen Siyuan was discussing Mo Jiaojiao's lifelong events with the locust tree demon, the little Yingyingjiao who had just grown up had already fallen into a deep sleep, going to the most secret dream.

He will face the most horrific memories of his life, become a child once again, and relive the nightmare.

However, after gazing at the young man for a long time, the Qing Leng Sword Immortal who embraced the young man finally made a solemn decision.

He first stretched out his right hand and summoned the Tunchu Sword that turned into a dagger, and then pulled off the tightly closed collar without hesitation, revealing his strong chest.

In the next moment, a sharp dagger pierced into his heart and was pulled out at will, blood gurgling down.

The man straightly put away the Tun Chu sword, slightly parted his thin lips, and lightly recited the mysterious formula. The blood surging from his heart quickly condensed into one piece, and turned into a red hot blood drop in the blink of an eye, suspended in mid-air.

Dugu Jiu stared at the young man with his head down, and said in a low voice: "Jiajiao is not afraid of the past, I still don't want suffering to be imposed on you. With the blood of my heart, I will help you reach the end of the dream. Among them, I will replace Jiaojiao." Just go and see."

After finishing speaking, a thin blood-colored silk thread suddenly snaked out of the man's hand, twisted and penetrated into the heart, and disappeared without a trace, while the other end of the thread also sank into Mo Jiaojiao's heart.

When the blood contract was fulfilled, Dugu Jiu squeezed open the boy's tightly closed mouth, and sent that drop of heart blood into Mo Jiaojiao's mouth, turning it into the true essence of his life and entering the sea of ​​consciousness, changing the boy's consciousness very carefully and without any trace.

As a result, Mo Jiaojiao, who was supposed to experience the dream again, was sent to the end of the dream earlier by the man and fell into a deep sleep.

And Dugu Jiu, who unilaterally formed a blood contract, leaned over to approach the sleeping young man, pressed his foreheads together, and silently closed his long and narrow eyes.

***

At some point, a handsome man dressed in black appeared alone in the vast snow field. The vast and dim skylight projected on the man, portraying the tall figure as taller and taller, as firm as a mountain.

He first raised his eyes and slowly scanned around, and when he confirmed that this place was Mo Jiaojiao's three-year-old dream, he walked into the heavy snow.

Guided by his youthful memories, Dugu Jiufei travels through the vast snowfield without a trace, and soon arrives at the place where three-year-old Mo Jiaojiao was abandoned by the tree demon.

In the thick white snow not far away, the little child was covered with scars all over his body, only his head was exposed, and he was slowly crawling forward, his face was blue from the cold.

Dugu Jiu flew to the side of the child, squatted down with a cold face, stretched out his hands and carefully hugged the child, pulled off the outer robe and wrapped it in his arms, pressing against the relatively warm chest.

The big hand was attached to the child's back, and the formerly icy true energy was forcibly transformed into fiery energy, which continuously penetrated into Mo Jiaojiao's body through the back of the heart, and quickly slowed down the frozen little body.

Three-year-old Mo Jiaojiao was already dying from the cold, surrounded by a warm embrace, he struggled to open his round black eyes, spread his hands and feet, and stuck to the man's body to keep warm.

Dugu Jiu raised his hand to cover the child's hot forehead, and the vital essence was introduced again, dispelling the pain Mo Jiaojiao had suffered, and then doing the same thing to restore the broken legs to their original state.

After the hidden wounds and external wounds on the body were healed, Dugu Jiufang raised his hand and drew a seal on the child's heart. It was a seal that lasted for [-] days. most healthy state.

After the sealing was completed, the man held the frail child a little higher, leaned close to the child's brow, pressed a kiss lightly, covered the round black eyes with his fingertips, rubbed slowly for a moment, and then put the child back Put it back on the snow.

Afterwards, the sword fairy in black stood up, raised his eyes to look at the figure looming in the distance, his eyes were deep and cold.

And the three-year-old child who returned to the snow raised his head ignorantly, looked around suspiciously, and touched his warm little body, only to feel that any discomfort disappeared.

The child stayed quietly for a moment, then slowly got up, looked at the graceful banshee gradually showing a slim figure in front of her, and stood still in a daze.

The plain-looking woman in a white skirt walked up to the child, bent her curvaceous waist, and opened her mouth softly, with a deceptive meaning.

"Jiaojiao, do you want to live to see the owner of the valley and the elders? Do you want them to live safely?"

Mo Jiaojiao looked up at the familiar woman and nodded slowly.

"Very good." The banshee's voice was erratic, but the extremely soft voice was clearly transmitted to the child's ears.

"Then, you swear here that you will forget all your talents and become stupid and clumsy. You are no longer a god figure who can take on heavy responsibilities, but a disaster in the Valley of the Hidden Gods. You are no longer able to compete with the way of heaven. The Yinshengu clan survived, but you can't speak, you can't walk, you don't understand the world, and you can't die well."

The deceptive words are accompanied by endless curses, trying to penetrate the child's soul and get the most precious thing.

Mo Jiaojiao raised the back of his fleshy hand and rubbed his eyes, then raised his head to look at the banshee who was staring at her, and didn't speak for a while.

The silence spread across the vast expanse of ice, gradually breaking down the limited patience of the mentally weak.

Before the banshee could confuse her again, Mo Jiaojiao suddenly reached out to touch her warm belly, jumped on tiptoes on the snow, then sat down on the snow, and rolled on the snow After two laps, he finally sat up with his eyes shining.

The child touched the little buttocks that could not feel the pain at all, and finally, under the astonished eyes of the banshee, looked at the tall man standing indifferently on the other side, turned around, sat on the snow and opened his little arms foolishly, limp Said: "I want to hug."