little spicy jiao

The Lingxue Peak where Fairy Hongyan lives is not far from Tianyahai Pavilion, so there is also fine snow on the mountain road, and it is covered in silver as far as the eye can see.However, compared with Tianya Haige Peak, which is so cold that no grass grows all year round, Lingxue Peak looks more like the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River in the secular world. Except for the soft and fine snow that can be seen everywhere, there are more gorgeous red plums on the mountain that are not afraid of the severe cold. The unknown green grass is full of vitality even in severe winter.

Mo Jiaojiao was carried by Dugu Jiu to the attic where Fairy Hongyan usually lived, but she never entered the door, instead she was put on the ground.

He was holding the man's big and generous palm, and he was wearing a fiery red fox fur. From a distance, it was round and round like a burning fire, warm and tight.The child stood behind the man, peeked at the tightly closed carved door, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't the head fairy at home?"

"En." Dugu Jiu led the child to the side of the plum tree, raised his hand and picked a red plum, and handed it to Mo Jiaojiao, "Just wait another quarter of an hour."

Mo Jiaojiao happily took the branch of plum blossom, and took a close look at it, the cold red plum was printed in the innocent black eyes, full of curiosity.He held the plum blossom and pasted it to the tip of his red nose, sniffed it gently, then pasted the plum blossom on the fiery red fox fur, and hugged it in his arms.

The plum blossom branch that the man folded for him was not short, and the position of the child's hug was high, so the bright red plum on the branch stretched high to the side of the child's fair cheeks, setting off the soft white and tender face, it was even more beautiful. Eye-catching and pleasing.

Dugu Jiu stared at this scene with downcast eyes, her thin lips were slightly pursed, the expression between Gu Qing's cold brows became more and more dull, only the deep and silent eyes were left, showing a faint inexplicable thought.

When Mo Jiaojiao raised his head, he happened to catch the man's deep gaze, and he couldn't help clenching the other's fingers in a panic. He held the plum blossom and opened his mouth, his round eyes were full of ignorance of worldly affairs.

After thinking about it, the child asked timidly, "What's wrong with Dugu Jiu?"

"No problem." The man replied slowly.

He stroked the child's hat-wearing head, then raised his eyes to stare at the windless and automatic plum blossom tree not far away, his eyes full of murderous intent swept across the plain skirt that he couldn't hide in time behind the tree, and waited in his mind. After hearing a female voice familiar with Qingyue, Fang held back his chills and looked away, but acquiesced to the existence of the woman behind the tree, allowing the person to slowly disappear.

The man led the child to the gazebo outside the attic, his eyes stayed on the cold stone bench for a moment, and then he took the tiger cushion that the child used to use from the storage bag, put it away, and hugged Mo Jiaojiao on it.

As soon as Mo Jiaojiao sat on the soft cushion, he twisted his body and looked up at the standing man.Ever since he left Ranyue Lake just now, he has been feeling inexplicably uneasy. Now that he saw his favorite cushion, he was not very happy. He just held the other person's fingers and said with a wince, "Dugu Jiu also sits."

"No need." The man stared at him coldly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he slowed down his voice and said:

"Remember, Jiaojiao, get up every morning, go out for a walk after breakfast, about two hours, come back for lunch, and go to Ranyue Lake to take root in practice after a nap. You can go back for dinner at dusk, and play at night should not exceed one Shichen, rest before Haishi. Do you remember?"

"I remember." Mo Jiaojiao replied blankly. He tilted his head for no reason, blinked his big eyes, and suddenly put the plum blossoms in his arms on the stone table beside him, jumped off the stool, and pulled them hard. The man pulled his hand towards the stool, and begged softly while pulling: "Dugu Jiu sit down. Jiao Jiao wants to see your eyes."

The child's childish tone was full of anxiety, and the man's cold eyes moved slightly, and he stopped insisting, walked to the other side of the stone bench and sat down.

Unexpectedly, the child gave up his tiger mat and followed him eagerly.Mo Jiaojiao struggled to move the man's hand aside, then squeezed his small body between the man's legs and stood in front of the man's thick chest, standing obediently, holding the man's hanging waist with his small hand A strand of raven hair, and round eyes obediently looked at the man.

Dugu Jiu wrapped his arm around him, sat on his lap with his arms around him, lowered his head to carefully check the child's expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Jiaojiao shook his head, he drooped his head, and whispered: "Dugu Jiu is very strange today. Why did you say those things to Jiao Jiao?"

"I'm worried that Jiaojiao has forgotten." Dugu Jiu replied indifferently, he patted the child's back, and the expression on his handsome face was as usual.

After sitting with the child in his arms for a while, the man said in a deep voice: "Jiajiao is young, just at the age of school, and he will go to the school with Lianyunshan to practice in two days. I need to retreat for a period of time. , Jiaojiao follows Hongyan in daily life and food, and she will take good care of you."

Dugu Jiu's voice was low and steady, but the words he spoke carried an undeniable force.

Mo Jiaojiao was stunned when he heard the words, and for a moment he tightened his robe in a daze, and blinked blankly.He looked at each other stupidly, and repeated in a soft voice: "...go to school? Take care of me?"

"En." Dugu Jiu nodded slightly.

"...Jiaojiao..." After receiving an affirmative answer, Mo Jiaojiao opened her small, ruddy mouth, blinked her round eyes hastily, and her face was numb.

He paused for a long time before Fang came to his senses, shook his head dully, clenched his fists, and murmured in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Jiao Jiao doesn't understand... I don't understand... I don't know Dugu Nine what to say..."

Before the words were finished, meeting the man's calm gaze, the child's tender and tender voice already had an undisguised cry.

He lowered his head, his immature and thin shoulders kept trembling, he closed his mouth tightly before finishing the sentence, but raised his black eyes stubbornly to look at the indifferent man, the circles of his eyes turned red for a moment up.

Dugu Jiu frowned, rubbed the child's tightly clenched hands, and said in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

As soon as he asked, the unshakable crystal tears in the child's eyes rolled down the chubby cheeks, and the next moment, the continuous stream of tears fell down unstoppably.

"Jiaojiao doesn't cry...not crying." Mo Jiaojiao frowned, choked slightly, suppressed crying, and didn't make a fuss, just stretched out her soft little hands and rubbed her eyes vigorously, which was different from when she was acting like a baby in the past On the contrary, she seemed to be angry with herself, rubbing her eyes red.

He pursed his lips, and after a while, with a thin cry, he asked with difficulty:

"Why should...Jiaojiao...go to school, Dugu Jiu...can also teach...can take care of Jiaojiao, and don't need...others..."

The child spoke intermittently, and tears were shed while talking, and he rubbed his eyes desperately, as if as long as he wiped away the falling tears, he really didn't cry.

Dugu Jiu quickly shook the child's hand, rolled it into his palm, and patiently explained: "Children are all sincerely eager to learn, Hongyu and others are no different from the elders who teach Jiaojiao, they just teach you to understand things and learn poetry and books. Furthermore, I am going to retreat soon, so it is inconvenient to take care of you, Hongyan used to be a mother, and Jiaojiao is envious of family happiness in the secular world, so it is a perfect match."

"No..." Mo Jiao retorted in a hoarse voice, and shook his head vigorously. He was sobbing so badly that he had to try his best to hold back his crying, his little face was flushed.

The child's face was full of tears, he pushed away the man's big palm that wiped his tears, jumped off the ground, grabbed Dugu Jiu with both hands and pulled him out of the pavilion, choked up and said, "Jiao Jiao and Dugu Jiu live...we don't want...here... ...Jiao Jiao is going back..."

Dugu Jiu closed his eyes slightly, pulled the child closer, picked him up, and walked out of the pavilion.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Jiaojiao saw him walking towards the attic, he lost all energy to hold back.He sobbed in a very thin voice, as if he had reached the limit of his patience. He pushed the man's shoulders hard with his hands, raised his head and let out a soft and trembling cry, and refused with difficulty while crying:

"I can't stay here... I can't stay here... I want to go back... Dugu Jiu is... a villain..."

The child was so angry that he raised his head and cried loudly. He was born weak and his voice was weaker than that of ordinary children. It was not at 01:30. When he cried, he was not much louder than a kitten, with black and soft curly hair on his temples. They were all drenched with sweat, their small breasts were heaving and heaving, and they didn't push the man even an iota of strength with all their strength.

He opened his mouth to cry, and the man stopped walking, his face sank like water, his cold brows and eyes were as cold as frost and snow. Holding the child's back, he stood stiff and speechless.

Fairy Hongyan, who had been hiding behind the plum tree for a long time, couldn't stand it any longer. She showed her figure, sighed helplessly, worried, and quickly walked out from behind the tree.

Unexpectedly, when Fairy Hongyan didn't appear, the child was still struggling in Dugu Jiu's arms, and when he appeared, Mo Jiaojiao, who was crying, caught a glimpse of the slim figure, stopped crying immediately, and blinked blankly, What the man said just now flashed in his mind.

Swan geese...take care of...

He sniffled, looked foolishly at the woman who was getting closer and closer, for some reason, he shook his head in fear, whimpered, then turned his head and threw himself on the man's shoulder, stretched out his small arms and desperately circled the man's body Neck, buried his head, whimpered and cried.

"Jiao Jiao can't go down, can't go down...don't lose Jiao Jiao..."

The soft and pitiful child's voice sounded in the man's arms, filled with endless entreaties and fears.

"Woo... Jiujiu... with Jiaojiao... together..."

The child was crying out of breath, and Fairy Hongyan stopped quickly, and looked at the man with a cold face worriedly. She shook her head silently, and said a few words through voice transmission, and then walked away from the man, avoiding the man. Following the child's gaze, he flew into the attic.

When the figure of the female fairy disappeared, Dugu Jiufang frowned, his complexion was extremely ugly, and he sacrificed the Tunchu Sword without the slightest hesitation. rise.The next moment, Tunchu shattered the void, and had no time to fly with his sword, and went back to Tianyahai Pavilion with the person in his arms.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't know it, he had been crying for a long time and his mind was dazed, all he knew was to hold the man's neck tightly, afraid that he would be left behind if he let go.

Dugu Jiu had no choice but to hug the child tightly, patted the trembling back, pressed his thin lips to Mo Jiaojiao's wet temples, and said in a hoarse voice as he walked towards the Sunset Pavilion, "Don't cry."

His closed eyes were deep and complex, revealing a little remorse, and he raised his hand to gently caress the child's forehead, and the crying child fell silent, curled up softly and passed out.