Qin Mo had just raised his eyes.
Over there, the little tiger's hand was already on his forehead.
Then, his eyebrows furrowed heavily, and he didn't even wag his tail anymore, and ran downstairs with a small medicine box.
Probably because he is usually too skinny, compared to Qin Molai, the little tiger always has large and small injuries on his body.
Of course it's not heavy.
Usually, it's because of climbing a wall or something, and it's scratched on the face and hands.
Either it's a toothache and bloating.
These are all common problems for small children.
The reason why Bo Xiaohu is so familiar with where Anjia's small medicine box is placed is also because every time she gets sick or injured, Qin Mo is feeding her medicine.
At first, Qin Mo didn't know what the little tiger was going to do, his head was a little dizzy, and he shook it, wanting to stand up and find someone.
When he saw the little tiger appear with the medicine box in his arms, his fingers paused.
Bo Jiu took the medicine box on the first trip, and brought a large pot of hot water on the second trip, and seriously began to bow his head to Qin Mo to flush the cold medicine there, and then broke a few more pills, looking at Qin Mo with a pair of tiger eyes very dark.
That meant to give him medicine.
For the first time.
Being taken care of like this.
Qin Mo watched the little tiger run up and down, and finally took a book over, and after turning a few pages, he said, "Momo, I don't know how to tell bedtime stories, or, I'll make one up for you." ” "Hmm" Qin Mo only felt that it was rare to see someone unskinny, and he also knew to tell him a bedtime story, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up.
Seeing this, Bo Xiaohu lowered his eyes and kissed him on the cheek.
Qin Mo didn't have a defense, and he didn't know if it was because of a cold or something else, but the back of his ears was red.
When he changed his mind, it was a little tiger who began to make up a story.
The Bo family was familiar with Buddhism and the Bible.
These were originally two faiths.
But it is not difficult to see from the conversation of the little tiger.
So there was a story she told him.
"A long, long time ago, there was a person who cultivated the Demon Dao, and the other corrected the Dao, and the person who cultivated the Demon Dao was regarded as an unforgivable crime, fell into the Yellow Spring, and disappeared.
Those who have corrected the Tao will ascend to the immortals, immortal and immortal.
But no one knows, in fact, these two people know, and very good, they met at the age of eight, under the Kunlun iceberg, worship the same immortal master, but the cultivator of the demon road is stubborn by nature, always want to make trouble, but all the fairy grass is given to the one who cultivates the immortal road, because the immortal path must consume vitality, understand the enlightenment, in order to love all beings, originally the two have the same talent, but one day, the child who cultivated the demon path committed a big taboo, in order to save the senior brother of the immortal road, he committed the killing ring, and was imprisoned in the Kunlun Mountains for three years.
At that time, his senior brother went to accompany him every day, in exchange for him to bring him fairy grass, but he refused, the person who cultivated the demon path said, I can't see you being hurt, don't do it, I can't love all sentient beings, probably because his words broke all his possibilities of becoming immortals.
Since then, he has fallen to the ground and become a demon, walked through the world, experienced joys and sorrows, seen all the snow and moon in the streets and alleys, and when he slept in the teahouse, he only remembered the person who disciplined him as soon as he met at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
It's just that the two can never see each other again, or where he is, he tries not to show up.
But many people don't understand that those who cultivate the Demon Dao are not necessarily bad, and those who cultivate the Immortal Dao are not necessarily good.
Many people are doing something wrong, and they don't dare to admit it, even if they forget it, they will shirk it.
This is the nature of human beings, and there will never be any demon cultivation and immortal cultivation, because the person who cultivates the demon path acts flamboyantly, and even has a lot of secrets about some people in his hands, the more people who have ghosts in their hearts, the more they will think about biting others first, they never remember what they have done, only say how the person who cultivates the demon path is, first smear and then set a trap, they got the news, the person who cultivates the demon path will experience a catastrophe every ten years, so they took advantage of this opportunity to attract ten thousand heavenly thunders.
Since, the Demon Saint was destroyed, I thought that there would be no soul, but no one thought that he actually fell into the Yellow Spring, a wisp of soul remaining, they said that the destruction of him was not these people who corrected the Dao, but that he did not obey the mandate of heaven, but on this day, there was also a person who also disobeyed the mandate of heaven, using immortal flesh and blood, in exchange for a change of life against the sky, it was not his, but another person, the person who should have ended.
The Buddha asked him, from the immortal into a thing that does not know the warmth and cold, will you regret it, he replied, no regrets, what he misses the most is when he was eight years old, he met him, and now he is full of blessings, you can take it all.
The Buddha shook his head, this is the immortal, the most aura person, how could it be such an ending.
He didn't agree, only said that this was the destiny of heaven, he laughed, the white sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, with blood as a guide, emptying hell, causing the Three Realms to shake, that night, eight hundred miles of Huangquan Road, there were no ghosts, some were just scorching and blooming mandalas, and the road that was built out was like shouting who went home, Guanyin saw this, shed a tear, the bell of the Leiyin Temple tower rose and fell, and the Buddha only recited Amitabha. ” Speaking of this, Bo Xiaohu tilted his head, looking like he was waiting to be praised: "Indifferent, is this story so good?"
"You should keep making it up."
Qin Mo looked at her sideways.
Bo Xiaohu shook his tail: "Then I'll think about it again, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow, you go to bed obediently first, so that you can get better." ” Qin Mo looked at this little face that was very close to him, and pinched it with his fingers: "Stupid, don't worry." ” "Hmm," Bo Xiaohu blinked in confusion.
Qin Mo's medicinal effect came up, and the little man, when he was about to close his eyes, his voice floated over: "Even if we grow up to be different, I won't let anyone hurt you." ” Bo Xiaohu heard this sentence.
A pair of tiger eyes are a little bright.
In fact, Bo Xiaohu more or less understands that what she wants to do in the future will definitely not be acceptable to ordinary people.
She watched so many cartoons and movies.
The above is all saying that people from different worlds will never be together.
She asked Grandpa An that the little princess's family was a policeman.
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No, no, it's supposed to be more powerful than the police.
Anyway, it was specifically to arrest her.
She didn't want her to be indifferent to the people who would capture her later.
I don't want Indifference to hate her after knowing what she does.
So even the stories that I made up reveal a kind of longing.
What made her happy was what he said.
Bo Xiaohu turned his head and looked at the little prince who was pillowing there, whether this would be her in the future aa2705221: