Qin Mo just raised his eyes.

The little tiger's hand over there was already pressing on his forehead.

Then, his eyebrows were frowned heavily, and his tail didn't shake. He ran downstairs with a slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight s

Perhaps because he is too naughty in normal times, compared to Qin Mo, the little tiger is always injured by many big and small.

Of course not heavy.

Usually, it is scratched to the face and hands because of climbing the wall or something.

Either it’s toothache and stomach bloating.

These are all problems that children often encounter.

The reason why Bo Xiaohu is so familiar with where the small medicine box of An’s family is because every time she gets sick or is 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 for a while, trying to stand up and find someone.

When I saw the little tiger appearing in the medicine box, I paused my fingers.

Bo Jiu got the medicine box on the first trip, and on the second trip, he brought a large pot of hot water. He seriously began to bow his head and make a cold powder for Qin Mo. Then he broke a few more pills, looking at Qin Mo with dark eyes.

That means letting him take medicine.

first.

Being taken care of by someone like this.

Qin Mo watched the little tiger running up and down, 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 up one for you."

"Hmm?" Qin Mo felt that it was rare to see someone slut out of his skin. He also knew to tell him a bedtime story, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, Bo Xiaohu lowered his eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

Qin Mo did not have any defenses, and he didn't know if it was because of a cold or something else, and there was a redness behind his ears.

When he changed his mind, a little tiger began to make up stories.

The Bo family is familiar with Buddhism and the Bible.

These were originally two beliefs.

But it is not difficult to see from Xiaohu's conversation.

So there was a story she told him.

"A long time ago, there was a man who practiced the demonic path. The man who practiced the demonic path was regarded as unforgivable sins, fell into the underworld and disappeared. The man who practiced the path, ascended to the immortal, immortal. But no one knew that, in fact, these two people knew each other very well. They met at the age of eight, and worshiped the same immortal master at the foot of the Kunlun iceberg. However, the one who practiced the demonic path was stubborn by nature and always wanted to make trouble. All the fairy grasses he brought were given to the one who practiced the immortal path, because practicing the immortal path had to consume energy and understand the great enlightenment in order to love sentient beings. Originally, the two of them had the same talent, but one day, the child who practiced the demonic path committed a big taboo. In order to save the senior brother who practiced the immortal path, he committed the killing precepts and was locked in the Kunlun Mountains for three years. At that time, his senior brother went to accompany him every day and changed him to bring immortals for him.

But he refused. The man who practiced the devil said, "I can't do it when you see you hurt, and I can't do it, and I can't love and all living beings. It's probably because of his words that he broke all the possibilities of becoming an immortal. Since then, he fell into the ground and became a demon, walked through the world, experienced the joys and sorrows, saw all the snow and moon in the streets, and became a romantic young man. When he was sleeping in a teahouse, he only remembered the person who disciplined him as soon as he met. However, the two of them could never meet again, or where he was there, he tried not to show up. But many people didn't understand that those who practiced the devil may not be bad, and those who practiced the devil may not be good. Many people were doing something wrong and did not dare to admit it, but they would shirk it. This is the nature of human beings, and they never divided into any demon cultivation, because

The man who practiced the devil's path acted flamboyantly, and even had many secrets about some people. The more he had a ghost in his heart, the more he thought about biting someone else's bite. They never remembered what he had done. They only talked about the man who practiced the devil's path. He first slandered and then set up a trap. They got the news that the man who practiced the devil's path would go through tribulation every ten years, so he took advantage of this opportunity to attract thousands of heavenly thunders. Since the Demon Saint was destroyed, he thought he would have no soul, but no one expected that he would fall into the underworld, and a wisp of soul left behind. They said that the one who destroyed him was not these people who practiced the path, but he did not obey the destiny. But on this day, there was also a person who also did not obey the destiny. He used fairy bones, flesh and blood to change his destiny again, but it was not

His is another person, the person who should have ended. The Buddha asked him, would you regret turning from an immortal into something that doesn't know the warmth and cold? He answered, no regrets. What he missed the most was when he was eight years old. Now his blessings were full, and he could take them all. The Buddha shook his head, this is the most spiritual person, how could this end? He did not agree, and only said that this was destiny. He laughed, and the white sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, using blood as a guide to clear the hell, causing shock to the three realms. That night, there were no ghosts on the eight hundred miles of the road to the underworld, but there were only the burning mandala. The road he built was like calling for someone to go home. Seeing this, Guanyin shed a tear, and the bell of the Leiyin Temple tower rose and fell from time to time, and the Buddha only recited Amitabha Buddha."

Speaking of this, Bo Xiaohu turned his head, looking as if he was waiting to be praised: "Momo, is this story good?"

"You should continue to make up." Qin Mo looked at her sideways.

Bo Xiaohu shook his tail: "Then I will think about it again and I will tell you tomorrow. You can sleep well first so that you can get better."

Qin Mo looked at the little face that was very close to him, and pinched his fingers on it: "Don't worry, don't worry."

"Hmm?" Bo Xiaohu blinked in confusion.

Qin Mo's medicine has come to his senses. When the little man was about to close his eyes, his voice floated over: "Even if we grow up differently, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Bo Xiaohu heard this sentence.

The tiger's eyes were a little brighter.

In fact, Bo Xiaohu also understood more or less that ordinary people would not be able to accept what she would do in the future.

She has watched so many cartoons and movies.

The above are all saying that people from different worlds will never be together.

She asked Grandpa An, the little princess's family is a policeman.

No, no, it should be the kind who is better than the police.

Anyway, it was just to catch her.

She doesn't want the person who comes to catch her in the future to be Momo.

I don’t want Momo to hate her after knowing what she is doing.

So even the story made up reveals a desire.

What made her happy was what he said.
Chapter completed!