No. 1899 Brilliant Years

Qin Mo just raised his eyes.

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

Then, he frowned heavily, stopped even wagging his tail, ran downstairs, picked up a small medicine box, and ran back again.

Probably because he is usually too naughty, compared to Qin Mo, the little tiger always has injuries of various sizes on his body.

Of course it's not heavy.

Usually it's because of climbing a wall or something, and getting scratched on the face and hands.

Or toothache and bloating.

These are problems that children often encounter.

The reason why Little Tiger Bo is so familiar with where An's little medicine box is is because every time she gets sick or injured, Qin Mo feeds her medicine.

At first, Qin Mo didn't know what the little tiger was going to do. He was a little dizzy and shook a little, wanting to stand up and go find someone.

When he saw the little tiger appearing holding the medicine box, his fingers paused.

Bo Jiu brought a medicine box on the first trip, and brought a large pot of hot water on the second trip. He bowed his head and began to give Qin Mo some cold granules seriously, then broke off a few more pills, and a pair of tigers He looked at Qin Mo with very dark eyes.

That means letting him take medicine.

first.

Being cared for like this.

Qin Mo watched the little tiger running up and down, and finally brought a book over. After flipping through a few pages, he said, "Momo, I don't know how to tell bedtime stories. Or, let me make one up for you."

"Huh?" Qin Mo felt that it was rare to see someone so shameless and know how to tell him a bedtime story, so he couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth.

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

Qin Mo was not on guard, and he didn't know whether it was because of a cold or something else, but the back of his ears was red.

When he changed his mind, a certain little tiger started to tell random stories.

The Bo family is familiar with Buddhism and the Bible.

These were originally two beliefs.

But it’s not difficult to see it from Xiaohu’s conversation.

So there was a story she told him.

"A long time ago, there was a person who practiced the Demonic Way, and a person who practiced the Correctional Way. The person who practiced the Demonic Way was regarded as an unforgivable sin and fell into hell without a trace. The person who practiced the Evil Way ascended to immortality and became immortal. But no one can I know, in fact, these two people know each other and are very good friends. They met when they were eight years old. They worshiped the same immortal master under the Kunlun Ice Mountain. It’s just that the one who practices magic has a naughty nature and always wants to cause trouble, but all the immortal grass he got is Both of them were given to the one who cultivated the path of immortality, because cultivating the path of immortality requires spending energy and understanding in order to love all living beings. Originally, the two of them had the same talent, but one day, the child who cultivated the path of magic committed a taboo. In order to save the child who cultivated the path of immortality, Senior brother, he committed a murderous crime and was imprisoned in the Kunlun Mountains for three years. At that time, his senior brother went to accompany him every day and offered to bring him fairy grass, but he refused. The man who practiced the magic way said, I can't do it. If I don't take action when I see you being hurt, I won't be able to love all sentient beings. Probably because of his words, he broke all the possibilities of becoming an immortal. Since then, he has become a demon and walked through the human world. After losing his joys and sorrows, looking at the snowy moon in the streets, and sleeping in a teahouse as a romantic young man, he only remembered the person at the foot of Kunlun Mountain who disciplined him whenever they met. However, the two of them could never meet again, or in his presence. He would try his best not to show up, but many people don't understand that not all those who practice magic are bad, and not all those who practice immortality are good. If they don't dare to admit it, they will do it. Shirk. This is human nature. There is no distinction between cultivating demons and cultivating immortals. This is because those who practice demons act openly and even hold many secrets about some people. The more evil people are, the more they will think. They want to bite others first. They never remember what they have done. They only talk about the person who practices the magic way. First they smear him and then they set a trap. They get the news that the person who practices the magic way will experience something every ten years. Since the Demon Saint was destroyed, he thought he would lose his soul, but no one expected that.

He actually fell into the underworld, and the remaining soul. They said that it was not these people who corrected the way that destroyed him, but his disobedience to destiny. But on this day, there was also a person who also disobeyed destiny and used immortal bones and flesh. , once again changed his fate against the will of heaven, it was not his, but another person's, the person who was supposed to end there. The Buddha asked him if you would regret transforming from an immortal into an object that knows neither warmth nor warmth. He replied, "No regrets." What he misses most is the person he met when he was eight years old. Now he has full blessings and can take them all. go. The Buddha shook his head. This is the immortal, the most spiritual person. How could it end like this? He did not agree, only said that it was destiny. He laughed, and the white sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, using blood as a guide to clear hell and cause shock to the three realms. That night, there were no ghosts on the eight hundred miles of Huangquan Road. It was just the mandala in full bloom, and the road was like calling someone to go home. Guanyin shed a tear when she saw this. The bell of the Leiyin Temple tower rose and fell, and the Buddha only chanted Amitabha. . "

Having said this, Little Tiger Bo tilted his head, as if he was waiting to be praised: "Momo, is this story good?"

"You should keep making it up." Qin Mo looked sideways at her.

Little Tiger Bo shook his tail: "Then I'll think about it again and tell you tomorrow. You should sleep well first, so that you can get better."

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

"Huh?" Little Tiger Bo blinked in confusion.

Qin Mo's medicine took effect, and the little person, when he was about to close his eyes, said: "Even if we are different when we grow up, I will not let anyone hurt you."

Bo Xiaohu heard this.

A pair of tiger eyes were a little bright.

In fact, Bo Xiaohu also more or less understood that what she would do in the future would definitely not be accepted by ordinary people.

She watched so many cartoons and movies.

They all said that people from different worlds would never be together.

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

No, that's not right, it should be the kind that is more powerful than the police.

Anyway, they are specifically designed to catch her.

She didn't want Mo Mo to catch her in the future.

She didn't want Mo Mo to hate her after knowing what she did.

So even the story she made up revealed a kind of desire.

What made her happy was what he said.

Bo Xiaohu turned her head and looked at the little prince who was lying there. Does this mean that everything will be hers in the future?

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