The devil wants to counterattack today

Full of curiosity, Mo Chi followed Chu Xi's finger.

In the wilderness, there was no shelter from the wind beside the rain, and all he could see was the crumbling thatched hut in front of him. The corners of Mo Chi's mouth had slowly condensed, and his footsteps stopped.

Even the roof is broken, can people live there?

But he quickly restrained the surprise on his face, turned to the little guy beside him, and asked shortly, "Have you lived here all this time?"

As if he was used to hearing this, Chu Xi's dark eyes did not show any ripples, he nodded expressionlessly, but his tight mouth revealed the tension at this time.

Seeing Chu Xi's pretending to be normal, Mo Chi secretly tightened his hold on Chu Xi's hand.

No wonder the little guy is still so skinny.

Thinking in this way, Mo Chi raised his hand and swiped in the air without any concealment, and saw that the dilapidated thatched cottage turned into a tidy room with a wave of his fingers.

Seeing everything in front of him, Chu Xi's calm eyes were suddenly filled with surprise.

He once heard that some seekers of immortality tried to practice some "immortal techniques" in order to become immortals.But so far, I haven't heard of anyone who has really embarked on the immortal journey, at most it can prolong life.

However, there are still some monks with high mana, and they practice only two kinds of spells, fighting and healing.

But most of them will only choose to practice one of them, because practicing martial arts and healing at the same time will easily cause a power imbalance, and the body will suffer backlash, or even explode to death.

Therefore, most monks will only concentrate on one kind of cultivation, which can better show their strength.

It is an amazing thing for a person to practice both at the same time, but Mo Chi in front of him is, and besides this, he can change things as he wants.

From the very beginning, he felt that Mo Chi was unusual, so... who is he?

A trace of doubt lingered in his heart, and his lacquered eyes flickered darkly.

Since Mo Chi didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask, he could wait.

The sharp-eyed Mo Chi caught the astonishment in Chu Xi's eyes, and then deliberately misinterpreted Chu Xi's meaning, playfully: "You also think I'm a monster."

Hearing this, Chu Xi was slightly taken aback, a blush suddenly crept up his cheeks, he quickly shook his head and explained: "No."

Seeing Chu Xi's distressed look, Mo Chi couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed that little hairy head.Feeling comfortable, I turned my head to look at my masterpiece with satisfaction, and nodded to myself: "This is how it looks."

After doing enough superficial work, Mo Chi silently watched Chu Xi's reaction, but secretly thought about how to stay.

Thinking like this, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Chu Xi pinching the small hands on both sides of Huayi, his heart suddenly lit up, as if he suddenly remembered something, just as he opened his hand, a blazing grass fell into the palm of his hand, he smiled and said : "Here! Your grass."

After speaking, he handed the flame grass to Chu Xi.

If someone else hears that the rare and precious flame grass is treated so inappropriately, they will definitely scold him for being ignorant. This flame grass is a first-class spiritual grass, which can be used by ordinary people to prolong life, and by monks to grow Lingli, how can you throw it around so casually.

Chu Xi silently looked at the Flame Grass lying quietly in Mo Chi's hand, with his mouth tightly closed, and he didn't reach out.

A hint of teasing flashed in Mo Chi's eyes, and he continued, "We probably won't see each other again, you..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Xi.

"Mo Chi." Chu Xi raised his head, clenched his fists at his sides, his dark eyes were full of determination, "I don't need you to buy me food, don't want you to give me such a nice house, let alone do it for me. anything."

He paused, swallowed his saliva and continued: "I just want to follow you, can I?"

Mo Chi's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

"I don't want any of these, just follow you, okay?" Chu Xi repeated, but her immature voice became smaller and smaller, and the firmness in her eyes was gradually replaced by disappointment.

Although he didn't get an answer from Mo Chi, he didn't give up, and immediately added: "I won't trouble you."

Mo Chi stood there in silence for a long time, and just when he was about to speak, he heard Chu Xi's somewhat lonely voice.

"Sorry for embarrassing you, the flame grass belongs to you, thank you for your care, Chu Xi has nothing to repay."

After speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head three times, turned around and decided to leave, but just after walking a few steps, as if thinking of something, his thin body paused, and Chu Xi's cautious voice of inquiry came.

"Can the name not be taken back?"

Chu Xi's small hands hanging by his side nervously squeezed his sleeves, he didn't dare to turn around and look at Mo Chi, for fear that he would take his name away with him.

And Mo Chi looked at the small background, and was completely stunned. Hearing Chu Xi, who likes to be silent, said so much at one time, and seeing Chu Xi, who was not like a child at all, make such a move, he was a little embarrassed for a while. Digestion.

But when his eyes touched Chu Xi who was not daring to move, Mo Chi could not help feeling distressed and funny when he came back to his senses.

So he said, "Yes."

Seeing Chu Xi's obviously stiff body, he continued, "You can follow me."

"Really?"

Turning around, Chu Xi's eyes were full of surprise, and after a while, water mist diffused, and big teardrops couldn't stop gushing out.

Looking at Chu Xi's eyes filled with tears, Mo Chi felt a pain in his heart for no reason, as if his heart was being grabbed by a big hand. He waved away the strange feeling, and anxiously comforted the happy and sad little guy in front of him: "Don't cry, the boy does not shed tears when he bleeds."

But before he finished speaking, Chu Xi spoke again, afraid of being abandoned.

"Because you are different." There was no choice to abandon him.

Chu Xi put on a serious look on his tear-stained face.

Mo Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this little guy didn't talk when he didn't speak, and he was so cute when he spoke. He really liked this little wolf cub more and more, but he had to strike while the iron was hot.

"But follow me in vain, I have a request."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Xi again, seeing that he was waiting for him to speak, and then said in peace, "Call me Daddy." After speaking, he looked at Chu Xi's reaction with slightly raised lips.

Hearing Mo Chi's request, Chu Xi's small face gradually turned black, and his dark eyes stared straight at Mo Chi, who was smiling softly and harmlessly, before he asked a little doubtfully, "What's your name?"

"Daddy."

Mo Chi looked innocently at the petrified Chu Xi in front of him.

Not willing to do anything, not happy to be called a father, this stinky wolf cub.

"I gave you a name, let you follow, and let you worry about food and clothing. And you are a man, you can't be my child bride, shouldn't you call me daddy? Could it be that you want to be my little lady."

There was some irony in Mo Chi's light-colored eyes.

Little lady?Chu Xi listened to the disciple-like words, and stared at Mo Chi unblinkingly with his black eyes as lacquer. A trace of anger slowly rose in his eyes, but the red cloud on his face betrayed him.

Seeing the little wolf cub like this, Mo Chi was inexplicably happy, and he didn't know whether the little guy was blushing from anger or shame.

The dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, but I don't know what will happen to his wolf cub if he is in a hurry.

Chu Xi swallowed that breath secretly, his small face wrinkled slightly, and he said in a muffled voice, "Can't you just stop screaming?"

Seeing that Mo Chi didn't speak, he continued to retort in a low voice: "Can I call you Master?"

"No, just call Daddy, if you don't call me, I'll leave."

It was not easy to get the little wolf cub, how can I not take advantage of it.

Seeing that Chu Xi's little face turned red from holding back, and he couldn't utter a word of daddy, Mo Chi's heart was lost in an instant. This little guy was stubborn and probably couldn't be held back by nine cows. If he was forced like this, When the time comes, it will backfire, what if his wolf cub is completely unwilling?

Thinking of this, Mo Chi also had a worried face, and then comforted himself, the most important thing now is to stay here, and he is thousands of years older than Chu Xi, who is more at a disadvantage when they call each other like this?It doesn't matter if you don't call.

In the end, he had no choice but to straighten Chu Xi's body, hugged him gently in his arms, and comforted him in a warm voice: "It doesn't matter if you don't bark." He raised his hand and fondled Chu Xi's fluffy hair.

Don't bark if you don't bark, thinking you can pick up a cheap cub.

Hearing these words, Chu Xi raised his small face, his big eyes were shining brightly in the daytime, he hesitated for a while, then embraced Mo Chi with his backhand, buried his head on Mo Chi's neck, and said in a muffled voice: "Daddy."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Chi was taken aback for a moment, then raised Chu Xi's head and said in surprise, "Ha! You called."

It is easy to hear his joy from Mo Chi's tone, and Chu Xi seemed to be infected by his joyful breath, his eyes were bent down without showing any trace, and he buried his head in Mo Chi's neck again with a blank expression, and the tips of his ears It was suspiciously pink.

"Call again to listen."

Mo Chi was a little aggressive, but the person in his arms remained silent.

Don't worry, anyway, if you don't bark now, there will be opportunities to bark later, Mo Chi, who had a small calculation in his heart, laughed out in a low voice.

Hearing Mo Chi's laughter, the corners of Chu Xi's mouth turned up slightly, but there was a terrible stubbornness in his dark eyes, and there was a trace of red light in his eyes.

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