little spicy jiao

The delicate child's voice with a strong crying voice, soft and sticky against the man's ears, sounded intermittently, like the clear spring flowing out of the mountains in the morning, lingling and pleasant to the ear.

Mo Jiaojiao lay limply in Dugu Jiu's arms, speaking word by word, this was the first time he tried to express his thoughts so seriously, even if it was immature.

"When Jiao Jiao was young, he didn't like to read picture books. The owner of the valley would run around with Jiao Jiao to play. I was very happy. The dolls in the picture book had many things, but Jiao Jiao had the owner of the valley and the elders. , it’s very powerful, you don’t need to read the picture book. Those dolls are not as happy as Jiaojiao.”

Mo Jiaojiao let out a sob, and the long eyelashes were wet with crystal clear tears, itching, the child pouted his mouth and rubbed it aggrievedly.He thought hard, and said:

"But, the owner of the valley and the elders are gone. Jiaojiao has no one to play with me. The suzerain said that there are many interesting people in the painting book, so Jiaojiao saw a lot of dolls. They all have parents. They can build snowmen and hug them. Gao Gao, holding hands to buy gourds...you can still go home."

The child blinked gently and slowly, and tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, but suddenly there was no sad expression on his face, he just muttered as usual:

"There are dolls, but Jiao Jiao doesn't have one. Dugu Jiu is very busy. Gu Zhu said that he can't disturb other people's cultivation, so Jiao Jiao doesn't quarrel with Jiu Jiu, but Dugu Jiu doesn't play with me, talk to Jiao Jiao, or put Jiao Jiao to sleep. , Jiao Jiao didn’t know what to play, so he just read the picture book.”

The big palm holding the child slowly tightened, Mo Jiaojiao couldn't see the man's face, and didn't know how deep pity and pain were carried in those narrow, long and deep eyes at this moment.

He only earnestly and tried his best to tell the other party his thoughts, sobbing:

"Jiao Jiao, don't leave. It's because Jiao Jiao is doing something wrong that she's dreaming. Jiao Jiao doesn't want the painting book, and I don't want what those dolls want."

Mo Jiaojiao tightened his arms, his back was trembling all the time, his small fists were clenched tightly, his soft fingers curled up in his fleshy palms, his knuckles turned white from the force, and he murmured as if begging, his voice weak It was almost inaudible.

"I want Jiujiu. Jiujiu keeps Jiaojiao, Jiujiu hurts Jiaojiao..."

The more the child talked, the more he cried, and finally buried his head and cried out in a very sad way, his voice was childish and ignorant, and he didn't know how to hide it at all.

Dugu Jiu listened to the child's narration in silence, and slowly closed his eyes, covering up the extremely terrifying deep color in his eyes. He held the child with one hand, but the other hand that was hanging down was already clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of the hand were bulging. The breath remained steady, without showing the slightest struggle.

After a long time, the man opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the calmness and indifference of the past. He let go of the hand that was clenched with blood in his palm, and the scars disappeared without a trace with just a glance. The pain reminded the man... what exactly did Mo Jiaojiao just say.

The powerful big palm covered the child's back, and supported it steadily. The man turned his head slightly, and as the child usually asked when he acted like a baby, he bounced the child's white, tender and soft ears with his ink-like temple hair, and then slightly Lifting the person away from her embrace, she stared at Mo Jiaojiao with downcast eyes.

The thin lips moved closer, pressed against the white forehead of the child, and kissed it very lightly, and it was instant to touch.

It was a kiss full of cherishment and love. Compared with the ones given to children by the elders in the picture book, it was more cautious and implied more affection, pious and gentle.

The child in his arms is a rare treasure in the world, worthy of unrestrained pampering, and even more restrained and cherished.

A low and slow voice followed, as honest as ever.

"I can't be a close relative of Jiaojiao. The only thing that can be done is to do my best to accompany you to grow up. I must do everything personally and treat each other wholeheartedly. However, Jiaojiao must not have any repayment heart, and this seat does not need you to pay. Is that acceptable?"

Mo Jiaojiao was kissed ignorantly, and he even forgot to cry so stupidly. He clenched his small fist and touched his forehead in surprise. Hearing the question, Fang flinched and lowered his hand, not taking his eyes off Looking at each other carefully, he confirmed: "Doesn't Jiujiu lose Jiaojiao?"

"En. Jiaojiao lives with me." Dugu Jiu nodded slightly.

"Then Jiao Jiao... Jiao Jiao will promise you." Mo Jiaojiao stammered, his dim eyes finally lit up, he rushed over and rubbed his forehead against the man's neck, sat back down before the other party hugged him tightly, and looked up. He squeezed his chubby face with his small hands, and pulled it to the sides, revealing his white canine teeth, grinning like a smile, and said happily, "Jiujiu is so good."

Dugu Jiu stared deeply into the child's eyes like morning stars, seeing those crooked eyes, the little rosy mouth was pulled open, clearly smiling without any resemblance to smiling, but for some reason, it was enough to make people see Anyone's heart goes soft.

He held Mo Jiaojiao's hand, tucked it in the palm of his hand, stroked his reddened cheeks with slightly cool fingertips, his eyes were deep, imitating Mo Jiaojiao's way of speaking, and whispered in a cold voice Said: "Jiaojiao is really good."

Mo Jiaojiao opened his eyes wide in surprise, and immediately reacted, threw himself on the man's shoulder, looked very closely at Dugu Jiu's eyes, and whispered: "Dugu Jiu learns to talk like Jiao Jiao."

"En." Dugu Jiushu responded with a cold expression.

Mo Jiaojiao was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and sat softly on the man's lap, wrinkled his nose, and muttered: "Dugujiu should not be Jiao Jiao's father, so Jiao Jiao will call him Nine nine."

"...Mmm." The man was silent for a moment, but agreed.

Seeing that he was not angry, Mo Jiaojiao blinked his black eyes, and said cleverly: "Then Jiujiu wants to play with Jiaojiao, hug him high, and build a snowman."

"Hmm." There was no objection.

Mo Jiaojiao thought for a while, got up, poked his limp face, and demanded: "It's itchy, I need to wipe it."

When the man ordered Zhitong to twist the wet veil and wipe his face, Mo Jiaojiao said very seriously: "Jiaojiao wiped it clean."

Dugu Jiu didn't know the true meaning of the child's words, so he looked over inquiringly.

Mo Jiaojiao confessed honestly: "In the past, the owner of the valley and the elders did not kiss Jiao Jiao. Elder Huaishu said that they are all old men and cannot kiss Jiao Jiao. Jiujiu is not an old man, so he can kiss Jiao Jiao."

The child poked his tender forehead again, and said stubbornly: "The owner of the valley said that adults would only kiss me if they dote on Jiaojiao. Then Jiujiu will kiss me too, and Jiujiu said that he would love Jiaojiao."

As soon as the child mentioned the owner of Yinshen Valley, he became a little incoherent. Dugu Jiu patted him on the back comfortingly, thought for a while, leaned over, pressed his thin lips against Mo Jiaojiao's finger, and then moved The man hugged her tightly in his arms, patted and comforted the child to sleep, and said in a low voice, "As you wish."

From start to finish, everything is exactly as you want it to be.

***

The interaction between one big and one small in the room fell into the ears of Bie Hejian and Tun Chujian.The pitch-black Spirit Sword also became sad when he heard it, and couldn't help crying.

Dugu Jiu knew that two spirit swords had entered the house, but he just turned a blind eye and ignored them. Who would have thought that one of his natal spirit swords would suddenly howl.

The man frowned when he heard the extremely familiar cry, and was about to throw the sword out when he was about to cast a spell. The child who had just fallen asleep in his arms opened his eyes and crawled up slowly. No sleepiness.

Mo Jiaojiao could have heard Bie Hejian talking, let alone this very strange cry.He leaned in the man's arms, looked out with his head, and said mysteriously: "Bie Hejian is crying secretly."

Bie He, who was crying happily, lost his temper when he heard the words, and retorted angrily: "I didn't cry secretly, I cried openly!"

As soon as the words came out, the two swords completely exposed their whereabouts.Bie Hejian reacted, wishing he could strangle himself who was howling just now, he glanced at the bed in fear, met a cold gaze, was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and moved over with Tun Chujian.

Mo Jiaojiao was wrapped in his exclusive quilt again and turned into a small dumpling. He tilted his head and watched Feijian approaching, wondering: "Why are you crying?"

Bie Hejian glanced at Sword Master Chongrong, whose face was as heavy as water, and dared not show his anger, so he could only reply resignedly: "I think you are so kind, and I love you."

Mo Jiaojiao became happy when he heard the words, and said: "Jiaojiao doesn't cry anymore, and don't cry either."

Don't be so cowardly, Hejian can only agree honestly.It complained endlessly in its heart, but it knew that it was absolutely impossible to muddle through today's affairs, if it didn't take advantage of this little ancestor's presence and settle the matter, and when the baby fell asleep, it wouldn't be so easy.

Thinking of this, Bie Hejian said sincerely: "Jianzun Chongrong, this time I let Xiaowa misunderstand that you can be his father... Cough, it was actually me. I originally wanted him to name you , firstly, you will get closer, and secondly, you can change the little doll’s habit of reading picture books all day long, after all, if he has someone to play with, he won’t be obsessed with things like picture books...cough..."

Dugu Jiu raised his eyes to look at Bie Hejian, his eyes were sharp, but he didn't attack the spirit sword directly as Bie Hejian expected, but just looked at it indifferently for a moment, and said:

"Jiajiao is young, so you need to take care of him, but this does not mean that you can teach him wrong things at will. If there is a next time, you and Tunchu will go back to the sword house by yourself."

"Yes. Thank you Sword Master." Bie Hejian breathed a sigh of relief, glanced gratefully at Mo Jiaojiao, and tremblingly agreed.

It thought that Dugu Jiu would abandon it and Tun Chu in a fit of rage, which would be a more terrible punishment than reforging the sword, after all, there is still room for redemption by recasting the sword body, but the owner of the spirit sword is tantamount to obliterating the sword spirit.Sword Master Chongrong never punished them, he still cared about Mo Jiaojiao, and this time the source of the man's desire to send Mo Jiaojiao away was not in them.

Mo Jiaojiao couldn't understand what "return to Jianlu" meant, and only thought about what Bie Hejian said before saying goodbye to him, so he asked in a low voice: "Didn't Bie He say that you want to inquire? Why did Jiujiu send Jiao away?" Jiao?"

As soon as the child's words fell, Bie Hejian gasped in fright, and almost screamed, it winked at the child on the bed desperately, and screamed in its heart: "My ancestor! Don't say it! Even if I know the reason, I can't tell you, if you keep talking, I will really go back and be roasted!"

Dugu Jiu obviously didn't intend to tell the child the truth, it was still rushing to inquire about the news, wasn't it just looking for a beating?Bie Hejian burst into tears instantly.

It's a pity that Mo Jiaojiao couldn't understand Jian's expression, he looked at Bie Hejian trembling strangely, but he couldn't bear to make Bie He panic so much, so he had to announce tenderly: "Jiao Jiao is going to sleep."

The child is so good at understanding the meaning of "sword", Biehejian finally sighed in relief. It pulled Tunchujian to greet the man above, and then rushed out with lightning speed. , as if one step too late would be dragged back to the sword cottage and burned.

Dugu Jiu looked down at the child, thoughtfully.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't know that his question had exposed Bie Hejian, so he moved it with difficulty, and said dissatisfiedly: "The Jiujiu bag is too tight."

The man came back to his senses, grabbed Mo Jiaojiao and loosened the quilt for him, then pulled back the thick brocade quilt on the couch, hugged him in, took a small cotton candy-shaped pillow, and let Mo Jiaojiao lean on him, Immediately, she took a delicate scarlet bracelet from her bosom, took off the white jade bracelet from the child's hand, and put the red bracelet on the child's hand.

"Storage space, can you use it?"

Mo Jiaojiao raised his wrist and looked at the bracelet curiously, then nodded, "Jiujiu taught me that."

He released his demon power and tapped the bracelet lightly, and the items placed in it appeared one by one in his mind.

Mo Jiaojiao tilted his head and muttered to himself: "Small pillows, rattles, wooden horses, small windmills, pottery whistles, small gongs and drums, bamboo dragonflies, nine chains, and... kites, rag dolls, shuttlecocks... there are... Clothes for hats...a small wooden sword...well, there are so many picture books..."

Mo Jiaojiao let go of his hand, looked at Dugu Jiu blankly, and said hesitantly: "Jiao Jiao has seen all these, and there are paintings in the painting book."

"En." Dugu Jiu carried the child into the quilt, covered him with the quilt, patted his forehead with his big palm, and said: "If there is any omission, I will take you to fix it tomorrow."

Mo Jiaojiao responded in a small way, closed his eyes, and said Nuo Nuo for some reason: "Jiao Jiao is not a cabbage, the elder said it wrong."

Dugu Jiu's eyes moved without saying a word.

The child calmed down and slowly fell asleep. Before falling asleep, he muttered again: "Jiujiu sleeps with Jiaojiao..."

"Hmm." A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and then fell silent again.

The room is full of warmth and fragrance, and the dreams are long and sound.