Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

"Did you say Uncle Shi? He's next door. There's porridge on the table. You eat first. I'll call Uncle Shi."

The boy touched his nose and ran away, not forgetting to close the door.

Mu Ciwan closed his eyes, belatedly felt the burning malice coming from his stomach, and the smell of food lingered on the tip of his nose, he was too concerned about other things just now, so he didn't notice it.

It was such a scene when Qiucimu came, it was clearly just a bowl of porridge, but she ate it hungrily, as if she had eaten some delicacy.

He even thought that the bowl of white porridge should be delicious.

Lifting his feet and walking inside, Mu Ciwan had already noticed his arrival and put down the bowl in his hand, looking at him eagerly.

The child's eyes were dark, and his gaze was firmly fixed on him. He had never taught his disciples before, and he thought carefully about how the head brother taught his disciples, and then asked, "Do you have a name?"

Mu Ciwan shook his head, she has no name, she is just a little beggar, people always call her little beggar.

"Well, since it's in my name, there must be a name that can be called, so I'll call you Ciwan."

"Come to Cimu, Er Er Ciwan, I don't ask you to do anything amazing, I just hope that you will be safe every year. My name is Cimu, so you can call it Ciwan."

Farewell, farewell.

Mu Ciwan whispered in his heart, as if he got some treasure.

"How?" Seeing the child sitting there in a daze, Qiu Cimu asked. He thought that the other party didn't like the name. He didn't know how to name it. If he didn't like it, he had to think again, which was a bit troublesome. .

"Thank you Nian An Xianjun, I like it very much!"

Mu Ciwan said quickly, for fear that after he accidentally finished speaking, Qiu Cimu would take back the name.

Qiu Cimu was satisfied, and nodded slightly, "You don't need to learn how they call me in the future, you are my apprentice, just call me Master."

"Master!"

Mu Ci nodded his head late, and called out crisply.

Qiu Cimu looked at her, no matter how she looked at her, she felt good-looking, a living beauty, but she was a little thinner, "You were in a coma at the time, and the slave's clothes were changed by the lady boss, and Cheng Wen and Xing Yao went out to buy some for you." Clothes that fit well, you can see which one you like to wear."

After finishing speaking, he paused before continuing: "We are leaving later, so don't be impatient, I will wait for you outside."

Mu Ciwan nodded, looking at his back with a sense of loss, and looking at the few clothes that appeared next to him with a wave of Qiu Cimu's hand. The clothes on Zun's body are different in color, but they are somewhat similar.

After tidying herself up in twos and twos, she dressed and went out, but she saw some astonishment in Qiu Cimu's eyes.

The boy next to him laughed outright, "Hahahahaha, no, why don't you comb your hair when you put on your clothes? Look at your hair, what does it look like, hahaha..."

Qiu Cimu glanced at him indifferently, his smile was suddenly stuck in his neck, and he couldn't get it out, so he could only cover his mouth and watch Qiu Cimu walk over and hold Mu Ciwan's hand, holding her again Carry it back to the room.

Mu Ciwan felt restless.

Qiu Cimu pushed her down on a chair with a bronze mirror in front of her, and then combed her hair.

Only then did she see that the hair of the person in the mirror was as messy as a chicken coop. It was already dirty, but after taking a shower and drying the hair, she went to sleep again, and the hair naturally became like this.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Cimu noticed her panic and asked lightly.

Mu Ciwan said nothing.

"You are my disciple. You should tell me about this kind of thing. Xinghui is too young and energetic. He is used to being favored by others. He expresses his thoughts too frankly. If you are not happy, I will let him go back to retreat for three months." How about the month?"

Qiu Ci Mu didn't think so much.

It's wrong to laugh at others wantonly, but Xinghui is young and favored by everyone, and usually doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, so everyone just turns a blind eye and closes one eye, if his disciple is unhappy , will naturally be punished, after all, he is his disciple, and no one loves him.

Mu Ciwan didn't expect him to say that, her eyes were a little confused, and then she shook her head quickly, but because Qiu Cimu was helping her comb her hair, her scalp was hurting, she didn't say a word, and even her expression didn't change much.

"Are you hurt?"

Qiu Cimu always remembers that his disciple is a mortal, and he should be taken care of carefully. Unlike those who are rough and thick in the cultivation world, it will not be too late to raise them after formal cultivation.

"No, Master..."

"Ok?"

Mu Ciwan hesitated, but still asked what was on his mind: "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"You are my disciple."

Qiu Cimu didn't understand why she asked such a question. This is his disciple, so he naturally needs to take care of him. How can anyone who doesn't take care of his own disciple run to protect other disciples first.

"Oh."

"That's why you were unhappy just now?"

"No, I'm just, I'm just afraid of embarrassing Master."

Qiu Cimu was stunned, looking at the child with downcast eyes and a pitiful look from the bronze mirror, feeling the softness in his heart being touched, and slowing down his voice slightly, "No, you are my disciple , they dare not."

This conversation ends here.

Qiu Cimu didn't know any hairstyles, but gave Mu Ciwan a hairstyle similar to his own, and led her out, looked around the two people outside, and calmly ordered: "Xinghui, Do things arrogantly, ridicule others wantonly, you should learn from your senior brother's humility and calmness, go back to retreat for three months, and I will tell my senior brother."

Xinghui's eyes widened, he didn't expect that once he went in, he would be charged with a crime for no reason, and he would have to retreat for three months.

For a cultivator, Sanyue is not too much, but for a young man like Xinghui who can't calm down, Sanyue is really uncomfortable. If he is not talented, with his restless mind, I'm afraid It is only worthy of building a foundation.

What Qiucimu said can never be changed. Xinghui knows this truth very well, so he can only eat Coptis chinensis in a dumb manner. If there is suffering, he can't tell it. Night.

With a cold snort, he walked in the front.

Ning Chengwen was still as gentle and jade-like as before, apologizing to Qiuci and dusk, and then saluted Mu Ciwan, saying that his junior and junior didn't do it on purpose, and he should be punished to calm down.

Qiu Cimu nodded and let him walk in front, while he led Mu Ciwan to walk behind.

Mu Ciwan looked at Qiu Cimu's figure, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

From then on, she was no longer a wandering demon seed, but Chi Wan, a direct disciple of Master.