I don't date non-humans

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Picking a small piece of emerald green ointment on her fingertips, Qionghua slowly pushed it away in the palm of her hand, and gently smeared the bruised handprint on her white neck.The ointment spread smoothly, and a faint red layer was applied to the blue-purple, making it even more shocking.

Chi Diao lowered his eyes, did not answer, nor refused, with an indifferent attitude unwilling to communicate.

"Don't think that if you don't say it, I won't see that you are in pain. It would be better if you said it out of your mouth. I don't like the way you have to hide everything by yourself. You don't know how to love yourself But you don't know, if you don't say it, who will know that you are in pain?"

He lightly tapped Chi Diao's forehead with his curled index finger, and the latter pursed his lips, indifferent to his sudden intimacy.

Half leaning on the soft bed, his feet could no longer move automatically, and any slight movement would be painful.He couldn't even leave this small bed, let alone how to escape.

Now, he has truly lived up to the title of prisoner, and he is just a prisoner who can't help himself.Whatever Qionghua wants him to do, he will do.Since there was really no other way, and the little gourd monster was still in his hands, it was regarded as a hostage, so Chi Diao had to deal with it day by day.

He didn't know what would happen in the end, but he thought it was nothing more than death.

But even if he died, it doesn't matter, anyway...

Thinking of this, he was horrified, because he didn't know why he had such an idea.Anyone who can live, who would want to die?Besides, on the contrary, who can face death once, twice or even countless times?

"Come on, open your mouth."

A gentle voice sounded in his ear.

He opened his mouth numbly, swallowed the sour concoction, and swallowed it obediently.

Qionghua carefully wiped the medicinal juice overflowing from the corner of his mouth with a Jinpa, smiling brightly.

"You are so delicate and pitiful. You are so big and you still want me to feed you. Oh, you were not good and always ran out secretly a few days ago. I have taught you that the cultivation world is full of dangers, let alone you In this way, what will I do without me?"

—

The little gourd only felt that that hateful big hand was holding his body firmly, no matter what he couldn't break free, it was really hateful.Later, the hideous white goblin cast a spell on him.

In a drowsy state, he seemed to hear a thin and weak choking sound in his ears. The sound was not loud, and it was very forbearable, a little bit of it came out from his lips.It wasn't loud howling or big tears, but the sound made people feel extremely uncomfortable.It almost made him cry too.

who are you?he wants to ask.

Why are you crying? Did someone annoy you?Then let me vent your anger for you, okay?

Don't cry, you make me feel so uncomfortable.If you cry again, I, I will cry with you.

Thinking of this, Little Gourd felt a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, it was no longer a dark color, but a multicolored color suddenly appeared.

It took him a while to realize that it was a piece of colorful soil, and now he was lying on this strange soil, smoky.

"Senior brother, where did you get the weed seeds? Why are you willing to use the five-color soil that you managed to get from the master to grow it—it's not some precious fairy grass."

It was the voice of that rotten white goblin!

He was startled immediately, and thumped his body in vain, wishing he could get out of the soil right now.Just hit the goblin's nose to avenge the capture, until the bridge of the nose that the man used to put on a pose was knocked crooked.

"All soil is to be used to grow things. What's the point if it's just hidden and stored? The left and right monastic conference just ended, and I'm fine. I really want to see how the flowers planted with five-color soil are. What's it like?"

Another voice sounded, this voice was clear and cold, unhurried, like a stream of cold white snow.

It was Lu Muzhuo's voice.The little gourd just felt something was wrong with the movement just now, even though he still looked like no one.But there was a sound of the shiny gourd skin, which was as crystal clear as purple jade, and it was so beautiful, just because of this, Mu Zhuo was willing to touch him several times a day.

And his just-right-sized gourd belly and gourd head.Self-consciousness is perfectly suitable for him, and it is also the part that makes him most proud besides the sound of gourd skin.But now his gourd skin gourd head is gone, no matter how he twists his body, he can only show a little head from the soil.

He was suddenly startled, he turned into a seed when he was a child, and he was lying quietly in a white jade flower pot.

"Seed, seed, I will use the best five-color soil for you, pour you the best spiritual spring water, and come to see you every day. You have to work hard and germinate quickly."

A soft white palm brushed over his head, buried him firmly in the soil, and pressed down hard.

The little gourd, which is still a small seed, was stuffed tightly, and pouted in his heart, thinking that this is not easy.Germination is really the simplest thing.

After drinking the sweet spiritual spring water again, he mustered up his strength and nourished his spirit.He thinks now is a good time to germinate.

With his head pushed up, the little gourd imagined himself as a big mushroom. After the first heavy rain, he only tried his best to stick his head up.

After about two sticks of incense, he was exhausted and relaxed, feeling that he was now a useless seed.

He moved his body in satisfaction, and he wanted to see his results.But he was almost dumbfounded to see his own progress.With one seed, he moved up a quarter of an inch.It didn't germinate, but moved up in its entirety.

Just at the time of decadence, another burst of clear spring water poured down, accompanied by a particularly pleasant voice of comfort from above.

"You don't have to worry too much, just take your time. After all, germination is not an easy thing."

Little Hulu just thought that his words were sweeter than that spiritual spring water, and this was really the best person he had ever met.The person is good, the heart is good, and he looks good.

With such thoughts in mind, he suddenly felt extremely sleepy, and fell asleep uncontrollably in the dark and stuffy soil, only seven or eight eight of the ambitions in his heart just now remained.

Hey, let him go, what if I wake up and find that I have sprouted suddenly?

However, why did I vaguely hear the voice of that white goblin just now, and why is he still called Senior Brother Mu Zhuo? !

The author has something to say:

Little Gourd: I jio to be raised by him, I can't sprout.