The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

Mo Nanke came to the little bun in an instant, because he was afraid that if he took a step too late, the red-skinned little bun would cry out.

Mo Nanke's way is not a ruthless way.Even the years when he was "imprisoned" when he first came to wear it, it only made him more peaceful, but did not kill all his emotions.Therefore, there is some softness that is always preserved in Mo Nanke's heart.

It can be seen that the child was born not long ago, his body was still bright red, his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen, and his whole body was wrinkled.In other words, it's just... very ugly.

There was no one to look after the child, and the cloth that wrapped him in the swaddle was also very common and loose. Compared with the situation of this family, the cloth could even be said to be rough.

This made Mo Nanke feel very surprised.Ordinarily, since Taoist Songzhu valued him so much, he even begged him to take him in as a disciple, for fear of delaying the child's cultivation, then this family should attach great importance to this child.After all, the gap between comprehension and mortals is like a gap between heaven and earth.An ordinary family has a person who can touch the edge of the sky, not to mention treating him like a treasure, so he should be careful, right?

But Mo Nanke thought about it, Shochik Taoist nature is indifferent and enlightened, maybe he is afraid that special preferential treatment will affect this child's practice, so even if he sees the extraordinaryness of this child, he is not willing to publicize it?After thinking this through, Mo Nanke happily accepted the setting.

#After all, not every author is like an uncle, who regards the protagonist as his own son#

#The protagonist is hard in the early stage and the late stage is awesome. This setting is still acceptable#

#Hey, little red skin buns will be cute~#

Mo Nanke's mind was quickly attracted by the infant child.Although the child had just been born and didn't even open his eyes, he seemed to feel Mo Nanke's approach, and the crying child who was sobbing just now gradually calmed down, stuffed his thumb into his mouth, and babbled sucked up.Judging by the look on his face, he was about to fall asleep.

The little bun's body was tightly wrapped in swaddling clothes, but his calf stared dishonestly a few times, looking like a moving glutinous rice dumpling.Mo Nanke couldn't hold it back anymore, stretched out a finger and carefully played with the hand that stuffed the little bun into his mouth, and then stuffed it into the swaddle and put it away.

Although he has never raised a child, Mo Nanke still knows that newborn children are very fragile, if they are not wrapped tightly in swaddling clothes, they will easily catch cold.So although his movements were rusty, he still carefully and gently stuffed the little bun's chubby arms into the swaddling clothes, and then wrapped them tightly.

As if feeling Mo Nanke's love, Xiao Baozi suddenly raised the corners of his mouth in his sleep, forming a smile.

At that moment, Mo Nanke felt that he was hit by something.I don't know why, but I just want to be gentle with this child.It's not the kind of tenderness that comes naturally when seeing something young, but he wants to treat this child well and give him some love.Even though this kind of favor was not rare in his growth path, and it was not unique in Mo Nanke's own life, but he just wanted to express his kindness to this child.

I vaguely understood the mood of those monks who implanted their spiritual consciousness into the inner palace of young children. It was probably a kind of eye contact, at the moment when those children were in chaos.Because I was young, I didn't seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and I didn't know what kind of enviable opportunity I got, but I was close and loved almost instinctively.

That's why it's so precious.

Perhaps, this child really has a master-student relationship with him.Mo Nanke sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to caress the tender skin of the newborn.The little bun was already asleep, and his body was very soft, and he didn't have much strength.But he seemed to feel the touch on his face, so he moved a little, rubbed the finger with his cheek, and let out a small hum from his nose.

Mo Nanke suddenly laughed, touched Xiao Baozi's thinning hair lightly, and laughed in a low voice, "You'll act like a baby at such a young age." In fact, he wanted to shave Xiao Baozi's red nose more, but I was afraid that my subordinates were not important, so I didn't dare to act recklessly.

After all, he couldn't accept a protagonist with a flat nose.If he accidentally crushed the bridge of the protagonist's nose, wouldn't the author of this book come in and shoot him to death?While thinking about it, Mo Nanke laughed to himself.It has been a few years since he passed through, but he has always lost some sense of reality. He always feels that he has changed from a person who wrote a book to a person in a story written by others.

Shrugging his shoulders and slapping away those weird thoughts, Mo Nanke remembered the business of this trip.

He probably had something emotional about it.Ordinarily, it is just accepting disciples, but some cultivators who have reached the level of Mo Nanke have already established sects, and the number of disciples is unknown.However, Mo Nanke didn't seem to be enthusiastic about accepting disciples. Although he also established a sect, he only left them a few exercises for the disciples to learn by themselves.Even the only apprentice had no choice but to promise compensation because his calamity cloud had affected others.

But for this child with excellent physique and poor spiritual root, Mo Nanke was in love with him.He didn't put his spiritual knowledge into the baby's inner palace like other people did when he was recruiting disciples, but he bit his fingertips, forced out a drop of spiritual blood, and dripped it on the child's forehead.

The cultivator's cultivation base is condensed in the spiritual blood, and the higher the cultivator's realm, the purer the spiritual blood.At Mo Nanke's level of cultivation, the spiritual blood can even carry a breath of soul.Mo Nanke dripped a drop of his spiritual blood on Xiao Baozi's forehead. First, it can achieve the so-called effect of forming karma, and second, it can slowly nourish his inner dantian and soothe the five-spirited spirits who are lacking in spiritual power. root.

The spiritual blood was born in the monk's purple mansion, and flowed around the exquisite bones, so precious.Ordinary monks can only cultivate an inch after a hundred years of practice, which is already second only to the existence of painstaking efforts.It's just accepting apprentices, I don't know what the future of the apprentice will be, and I don't know whether the child can walk on the road of cultivating immortality, even if he is lucky enough to step into the threshold of cultivation, he doesn't know how far he can go.In the eyes of any monk, it is extremely wasteful to rashly give away spiritual blood.

But Mo Nanke didn't care about that drop of spiritual blood. He didn't plan to recruit more disciples. Regardless of Chen Xun's cause and effect belonging to the original owner, this child was probably the only apprentice who belonged to him, so subconsciously, Mo Nanke chose the method that was most beneficial to the child.

Warm blood dripped onto Xiao Baozi's wrinkled forehead, and soaked into it in an instant, leaving only a red mark on his forehead.Although Mo Nanke knew the existence of spiritual blood almost instinctively, and also knew the method to force out the spiritual blood, but he never expected to have this sequelae.

He stretched out his fingertips and rubbed the red mark on the blade, but the mark seemed to be branded on the child's skin. Mo Nanke rubbed it for a long time, but it didn't come off.

Seeing that Xiao Baozi was woken up because of the pain in his forehead, he "hummed" twice, but he was not comforted, and the force of the troublesome fingers on his forehead became stronger and stronger, and Xiao Baozi's humming gradually brought a sense of urgency. Crying sound, I was about to cry when I saw it.

Mo Nanke suddenly panicked, quickly withdrew his finger, and patted the little bun lightly.

#天地良心，Uncle really wanted to hug him up and coax him#

#尼马 such a soft lump of uncle will not drop him on the ground? #

#宝贝儿Don't cry, please let me go#

As if feeling the panic and pity of that person, Xiao Baozi sniffled, but finally he didn't cry.Mo Nanke breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that there was still a small gift that he hadn't given him.Taking out the small anklet made of Kunshan white jade from the ring, Mo Nanke thought for a while, but decided not to unpack the little bun, but cast a spell to bring the anklet directly to the little bun's slender ankle .

This small anklet is engraved with arabesques, and can automatically grow bigger as the little bun grows, always fitting his ankle.Mo Nanke's things are of course not ordinary products. It looks like a small ornament, but in fact it is a magic weapon, which can protect the little bun from all poisons and disperse evil spirits.

After finishing this, Mo Nanke reluctantly looked at the sleeping little bun again, but his reason was still there, so he restrained the desire to take the little bun away now.After all, no matter how powerful he is, as a big man who has been single for more than 1 years, it is still too difficult to raise an unweaned child alone.

What's more, he is a newcomer, and he has not ventured into Qianshan and Wanshui. It is really pitiful that he will immediately become an otaku who goes home and takes care of his children. The age-old god horse is the wisest choice.

#Three-year-old little bun, the cutest#

#spring planting a small bag of paper, three years later will harvest cute little apprentice#

#宝贝儿你喜欢干加儿，You will come to pick you up when you are weaned~(≧▽≦)/~#

After carefully checking that there was no one around, Mo Nanke decisively decided to do something he wanted to do just now.

The setting sun receded its last brilliance inch by inch. Amidst the warm orange red, the tall fairy in white leaned down slightly, and branded a shallow and loving kiss on the forehead of the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. .It was as if the fairy sitting upright in the nine heavens kissed this world of mortals for the first time.

What Mo Nanke didn't notice was that in the front hall of the house, there was a three-day banquet for three days, in order to celebrate the hundred-day banquet held by their patriarch's son who had a single line of water spirit root.Taoist Songzhu's common surname is "Shen", and the Shen family is all well-known families. Moreover, Taoist Songzhu sent a message a few days ago, saying that he invited the ancestors who passed the catastrophe period to plant spiritual consciousness for the children of the family.

This is a once-in-a-century event, and the Shen family naturally made great arrangements for it. Even some royal families came here admiringly, wanting to see the demeanor of the ancestor Du Jie.However, they waited from sunrise to sunset, but they never saw the ancestor Dujie.The news had already been released, and the Patriarch of the Shen family couldn't get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to carry his son, who had just turned one month old, up the mountain to find Taoist Songzhu to inquire about the reason, but was told that Taoist Songzhu got a chance by chance and had already retreated into samadhi.

The day of the Shen family was full of ups and downs, and at night, everyone was exhausted, the Patriarch of the Shen family felt ashamed, and simply closed the door to thank the guests.

Therefore, the bastard who was born on the hundredth day of the first son, who was only a five-spirit root, was naturally ignored.

Time flies, three years in a blink of an eye.

☆. Mo Nanke knew for the first time what regret is.