Banlangen and Giant Lingen

10

"Hey! Little devil!"

I tore him off my neck for fear of taking a piece of flesh off.

"Is this how you treat your savior?"

I covered the wound, and the bright red blood dripped down the skirt of the clothes along the water.

Only then did I see his eyes clearly, the color was extremely pale, like some kind of ferocious beast under the dim sunlight.

"Who are you?"

"..."

"Where do you come from?"

"..."

"Why are you hurt like this?"

"..."

The child remained silent, looking at me warily.

"Tsk, forget it."

I dry my long hair and put it back into a bun.

"Young master kindly saved your life. There are some wound medicines, so you should take care of yourself."

11

The wet clothes weighed heavily, and I got up slowly, leading my pony back.

I take a step, and the little ghost follows.

Like a lost puppy, afraid of losing its owner again.

"Little devil, why are you following me?"

"..."

Those round eyes were looking straight at me, and the palms were still tightly clutching the wound medicine I threw to him.

He pointed at me, and then kept aiming at my neck.

"No...here...medicine...you...injured..."

The jerky voice doesn't seem to speak often, and the articulation is also a bit inaccurate.

Seems to care about me.

I shook my head.

"No need. I have a special constitution, and I will be fine soon."

The child didn't believe it, so he stood on tiptoe and stubbornly returned the medicine bottle to my hand.

"It really doesn't have to be."

I sigh.

Forget it, save people to the end, and send Buddha to the West.

"Forget it," I patted the horse behind me: "Let's sit on it together."

12

In my previous life, I raised a duckling with a broken wing.

Obviously my body was unstable, I wobbled when I walked, and chased after me desperately.

When I grow up, I don't appreciate it anymore, and I will peck it when I see it, and finally it becomes the roast duck on my table.

Thinking about it now, my mouth is full of sadness.

13

I only found out later that the little ghost has a single character, and his surname is Murong.

He was originally the bastard son of a salt merchant in Shangcheng. After he was born, he lived in the market because of his horrible appearance. He was injured like this in order to grab a bite to eat, and was thrown into the river.

14

It may be that the cold air entered my body, and I, who was always in good health, developed a high fever and fell into a coma for three days.

After waking up, beside the bed were Ah Jue's red and swollen eyes from crying.

15

Ah Jue had nowhere to go and no home to return to, so I asked my father to keep him in Nangong Mansion.

After he was rescued by me, Xu felt the warmth of his family for the first time, so he stuck to me wholeheartedly.

Wherever you go, you must follow.

It's like adding a little tail to me.

For a while, rumors spread in the streets and alleys that the little ancestor of Nangong Mansion brought back an ominous little monster.

Nangong Mansion might be defeated.

16

I don't care about these rhetoric, and my parents are also sensible, and won't listen to others.

But I feel like I have to do something.

In the dark of night, I crushed the precious ebony tree planted in my father's backyard, knocked off the bark, boiled it into juice, and applied it on Ah Jue's hair.

Ah Jue's gray-black hair was tossed by me, but it was better than pure white.

"Jinjin..."

The child's voice has a strong nasal voice.

"Does Jinjin despise my white hair too?"

I sighed and scratched the kid's nose.

"Don't think about it. From now on, you are from my Nangong Mansion, so you have to hold your head high when you go out."

17

He held his head high and chest out, and I was hoisted on the beam by my father and screamed.

My butt is swollen at night and I can't sleep.

The young little Ah didn't understand the reason, so he insisted on taking off my pants to see what happened.

"Ah Jue, don't make trouble..."

I rolled over and turned my butt towards the ceiling.

"Is Jinjin sad? What's wrong?"

I could feel his little hands caressing my buttocks, and I gasped for pain when they touched the welts.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt... Grandma said it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Those watery eyes looked into my heart, and I was speechless again.

18

Finding cute playmates, I temporarily dropped my once-adult self-esteem.

Running away from private school, burning Mr.'s beard, bullying squires who don't like it, stabbing the honeycomb under the eaves of the emperor's uncle, stealing obscene books hidden by father, touching toads in the farmland and putting them under the cook's skirt...

Lots of fun.

My father sees that I am too full of energy and knows how to make trouble every day, so he is determined to throw me away to cultivate myself.

Its good name is, if I don't change my spoiled stinking problem, I will pretend that I don't have this son.

19

The agenda was set, and a group of servants packed me into the largest sect of cultivating immortals, the Lingxiao sect.

I looked at the distant cloud and the crowd stretching to the foot of the mountain, and said to my little brother, "What are they doing?"

The servant asked me a circle and came back, and made a compilation for me.

"Return to young master, they are waiting for the selection test to start."

I froze.

"Isn't the school's selection test after three months?"

The team has already lined up like this, are you trying to grab the iPhone70?