"Okay, brother, let me tell you a story." Jiang Muhan was silent, "Then let me tell you a story about a person trapped in hell."
"Once upon a time, there was a little baby. When he was born, black crows were raging and the heavenly dog ate the sun. The fortune teller said that he was a evil star and would be nailed to death with seven or forty-nine soul-crushing nails. His body would still be in the extremely dark place. land……"
"My dear, do you know what a dark place is?"
"The place of deadly battle, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Every step you take, you can step on countless bones. Rotting corpses pile up like mountains. The stench and maggots are everywhere..."
"There are often wild dogs there. They are all fat and strong, and their eyes are green..."
"Afraid..." Xiao Zaizai hugged one of Jiang Muhan's arms tightly and asked in a troubled manner, "What about him?"
"Later?" Jiang Muhan chuckled, "How could Tiansha Demon Star die so easily?"
"The little thing who was just born had forty-nine soul-crushing nails nailed to his body, so everyone thought he was dead. After the ritual, those people left his body exposed in the wilderness, waiting for wild dogs to eat him. Light can eliminate demonic nature.”
"However, no one expected that the little baby with forty-nine soul-crushing nails not only survived, but was also saved." ?.?????.???
"At that time, he was passing by there during the war, and he couldn't bear to see the little baby. He wanted to wrap the little baby in some clothes, but he found that he was not dead yet."
"So we rescued him and found a family to adopt him."
"What a pity. The next year, that place was flattened by Quanrong's cavalry, and the small village became a hell on earth. Everyone except the little baby died..."
"That's all, this story is not good," Jiang Muhan slowly withdrew his blank gaze and shook his head, "What if I have a nightmare? Let's tell another story."
"Be good?" The little Zaizai in his arms didn't respond. Jiang Muhan lowered his head and saw that the little Zaizai was already resting on his hand. His pink and tender mouth was slightly opened as he fell asleep.
Jiang Muhan helped her tidy up the broken hair on her forehead with soft eyes, and then slowly lay down.
However, Jiang Muhan felt a lot of pain all over his body because he was worried too much about Zaizai today.
He touched the painful area, and sure enough, he touched his hand full of blood.
Jiang Muhan sat up with pale lips, unbuttoned his clothes, and frowned.
The terrible nail mark in his heart actually cracked open again.
Jiang Muhan's eyes dimmed, he tied his clothes expressionlessly, then stood by the bed, mobilizing the sinister cold power in his body and began to heal himself.
Because Jiang Muhan was there, the little Zaizai slept very soundly all night.
When he opened his eyes, the sky was already lightening slightly. Jiang Muhan was sitting at the table, lighting a candle and reading a book.
As soon as the little Zaizai moved, Jiang Muhan raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes gentle and smiling, "Are you awake?"
The little cub who just woke up is very playful.
Her round eyes were misty, her mouth was slightly open, and she was looking around on the bed in a daze with her long, messy hair.
It wasn't until he heard Jiang Muhan's voice that the little Zaizai turned his head and looked over as if he had found his beloved toy.
Jiang Muhan stayed up all night, his face was a little pale, his blood-stained inner clothes were covered by the black crane suit, and he sat in the circle of candlelight, like... a god!
Still the kind of solemn, stern, awe-inspiring god!
Xiao Zaizai's eyes stared at Jiang Muhan, and lit up little by little, calling sweetly, "Guo Guo~~"
Jiang Muhan chuckled softly.
Such a heartwarming moment, such a joy.
Jiang Muhan stood up to greet her. Xiao Zaizai stood by the bed, hugged Jiang Muhan's neck, kissed him on the face, and said sweetly, "Guo Guo~ Morning~~"
"Morning," Jiang Muhan pinched his sweet little face and urged, "get up quickly and wash up and have breakfast. After dinner, brother will consider your homework."
Xiao Zaizai's eyes lit up, "Okay!"
She learned her calligraphy from her brother, and was even praised by the nun at Zishantang!
Grandma also said that if she could successfully stay in Zishantang, the young teachers who would teach in the future would appreciate her even more!
Little Zai Zai can’t wait to show off his progress!
Although the little Zaizai is only six years old, he is not squeamish at all. He doesn't need anyone to wait on him to get dressed and wash his face.
She didn't shy away from Jiang Muhan's knowledge, and pulled on her clothes with her little hands to take off her underwear.
Jiang Muhan hurriedly avoided looking, left in a wheelchair, and called the maid who helped Xiao Zai Zai change clothes last night.
After putting on new clothes that were exactly the same as the little princess's, Jiang Muhan came in again.
The little Zaizai bent over and stood in front of the basin, dipped his handkerchief in the water, closed his eyes and wiped it on his face.
A tender little face was rubbed and turned red.
Jiang Muhan stretched out his hand to grab the wet handkerchief and said helplessly, "Brother, help you."
The little Zaizai obediently raised her little head, closed her eyes tightly, her whole face wrinkled like a little bun, and waited obediently for Jiang Muhan to wipe her face.
Very cute.
Jiang Muhan used the corner of his handkerchief to wipe a fragile treasure.
