my dignified devil

Here are some talismans for you, can you wait for me outside? "

Caring for children's mental health is the responsibility of every adult.

How can the little master be so easy to fool, he got excited and said, "Can I do it myself?"

"No." I refused straight away, took a few photos of the body protection talisman, and added an invisible one.

Holding the lumen, I kicked open the door.

Mingde, who was upside down inside, shuddered, and asked angrily, "Who is it!"

"I'll kill you." I didn't talk nonsense to him, I passed by a group of disheveled girls, grabbed his hair, and dragged him to the ground.

I raised the lumen and was about to stab it when Mingde yelled: "Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

Let's talk about it after death, I stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

Mingde couldn't believe it: "If you kill me, you are making an enemy of His Majesty Mozun."

what?

I frowned and asked, "What does this have to do with the Demon Lord?"

Mingde panted and fed himself a life-extending elixir before replying: "I work for His Majesty Mozun, collect those furnaces, and hand over the good ones to His Majesty Mozun, and only sell or sell the bad ones. For personal use."

"His Majesty Mozun has always valued me. I have his mark on me. If you kill me, His Majesty will know immediately. Then, you will be hunted down." He showed a confident expression.

"Hehe." Made me laugh, my reputation was ruined by these clowns.

"Then let me meet 'Your Majesty the Mozun'."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mingde let out a mouthful of dirty air, he did not know what unorthodox technique was used, his body turned into black smoke, and he wanted to run away.

I also got tired of playing with him, so I just picked up a formula and wiped him out.

Unexpectedly, the spiritual power in the air fluctuated like water ripples, which were traces of teleportation.

Does the wicked old ghost really have a backer?

In an instant, a figure in a black robe descended here.

The man in black robe fluttered his long beard and was furious: "You killed Mingde."

Tsk, it's really a tradition in the cultivation world to beat my son out.

I taunted me: "The dignified Demon Lord only has the core congealing stage, when did the Demon Sect become so dragged?"

"You ignorant little thief, you don't have to die yet." The man in black waved a small flag in his hand, and unceremoniously made a killing move.

The next moment, the man in black rushed to the street.

I tapped his chin with my toes: "If I kill you, will anyone come out?"

The man in black was sweating on his forehead: "Although you are very strong, there are people behind us that you can't afford to mess with."

"What's the name of the person behind you, tell me and let me see if I can provoke you." I laughed.

"Don't be complacent, you will be captured now, sir, you are a talent, and you may be recruited under his command. If you kill me, you will die." The man in black tried to threaten me.

He held a piece of jade slip with his hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe. I saw his small movements and deliberately didn't stop him.

The man in black suddenly took out the jade slip and sent a message: "Mr. Pei, save me!"

Once the words are brought, there is no need for the person to stay, and I will send him back to the West.

Then wait for Mr. Pei to arrive.

Mr. Pei never came.

I asked Qi Ling, "Where's Mr. Pei?"

Qi Ling replied in a mentally retarded tone: "Illusions are built based on memory. You don't know him, he doesn't know him, I don't know him, who knows who Mr. Pei is."

Without waiting for me to retort, he said again: "Instead of caring about Mr. Pei, you should look at your companions."

I turned around and met the little master's gaze.

"You... When did you come?" This is embarrassing.

"I've been here a long time ago." The little master was blunt and angry.

He asked, "Why doesn't Ming De wear clothes?"

I touched my chin and coughed lightly: "Because he is shameless."

"Why don't these women wear clothes?" He pointed to the women hiding in various parts of the room.

"Because Mingde is shameless, he forced them to not wear clothes." I forcibly rounded back.

"Oh." The little master suddenly realized, and looked at the woman in the room curiously.

"...Don't look at it." I picked up a ribbon from the ground and covered his eyes.

The little master was puzzled: "Why?"

"Girls are forced and don't want others to see it."

"But haven't you been watching?"

I couldn't bear it and knocked on his forehead: "Where are there so many problems?"

Because it was an illusion, I didn't bother to deal with the aftermath, so I just left.

As for the little master, he doesn't remember the aftermath outside, it's strange that he can remember when he was seven years old.

"Star stream."

"Hmm." I lowered my head.

Under the moonlight, his peach blossom eyes made me vaguely see his grown-up outline, Fu Zixi clearly has amorous eyebrows and eyes.

"They say it's fun to be by the river at night."

"I don't want to go." It's so much fun to tease children.

"I want to go!" He panicked.

33. Chapter 33

The little master is really pitiful, from what he said, he lived in the cave since he was a child, he practiced every day, and his mother didn't often accompany him, so he was very lonely.

Most of the descendants of immortal cultivators are like this, why bother to live without love.

When I saw mooncakes being sold in the shop, I realized that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival in the world, and it is a lively day.

Ordinary people will enjoy it, just 360 five days a year, the stars are flying, and the festivals are rushing one after another.Celebrate the renewal of the year, the alternation of the seasons, the full moon, the blooming of the flowers, the falling snow, and even the people they miss.Such a short life, lived so full.

The riverside is full of people, waving their sleeves like clouds, shoulder to shoulder, everyone has their own happiness.

The little master was dazzled, staring at the rabbit lantern led by the girl for a while, and seeing the scholar with the chrysanthemum in the hairpin for a while, and was attracted by the fireworks in the sky after a while.

I have never seen the world, tsk.

"Is that a shooting star?" he asked, looking at the sky.

"It's fireworks, fireworks made by mortals with gunpowder."

"I think it's not as good as a shooting star," he said.

The vendors by the river yelled: "Osmanthus wine, sweet and delicious osmanthus wine! Osmanthus in the morning, fresh wine!"

The little master said: "What is sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"That's right, the wine with sweet-scented osmanthus." I felt bad.

Sure enough, the little master's eyes sparkled: "I want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

"Children can't drink alcohol." I said sternly.

Finally, I took him to buy a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings.

Sitting on the stall, the river breeze is cool and cool, holding up the thick porcelain bowl painted with blue and white, I blew a spoonful of it, and fed it to him.

The little master first ate a taro seedling, which was smooth and soft. He chewed it twice, and his eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

I can get the honor of "delicious" food from my little master, and I am honored to see it tonight.

After sipping the sweet soup in the spoon, he started to eat by himself, and with a lot of energy, he also ordered two pieces of plum cake.

I seem to have discovered that he likes sweets, not meat, he likes glutinous ones, not crispy ones, he doesn't like the ones with a strong taste, and the fragrant ones are the best.

After the meal, digest food.

The little master carefully picked out the lanterns, I looked at him, put aside the little rabbits, the flowers, the palace lanterns, and the hydrangeas, in the end he didn't pick anything, and came over angrily: "It's not good-looking. "

Then he pointed to the giant tree lantern with peaches falling on the small island in the middle of the river and said, "This is beautiful."

Good guy, I rubbed his head, the soft hair feels great: "This lamp belongs to everyone, I can't buy it for you."

"But we can put river lanterns."

I bought a lotus lantern and put it in the river with my little master: "Xiaoxi, everyone will make a wish when they put a lantern on. Would you like to have one?"

"It's all lies. No god will help them fulfill their wishes." The little master was sober in the world.

"This is a kind of beautiful sustenance. Ordinary people put river lanterns to make a wish, make a wish on a shooting star, and even make a wish when they see a koi. The wish may not come true, but the person or thing you care about is worth wishing with pious faith. .”

"If I make a wish for Auntie, will she know it too?"

"Will do."

The little master closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and made a wish earnestly.

He opened his eyes and said regretfully, "Why didn't you tell me when you saw the shooting star yesterday. Then I can grant two wishes."

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. You can make a wish after your birthday. You can also make a wish on your birthday. When is your birthday?"

He said, "Birthday?"

"It's the day you were born."

"I don't know." He was a little sad.

"Well, let's pretend that today is your birthday, and make a wish quickly. I heard that birthday wishes are the most effective."

Believing it was true, he quickly closed his eyes and made another promise.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

The dark place with bright flowers and moons has always been the best place for men and women to meet privately. A city with monks will be much more open than a city with only mortals.

The most terrible thing is that I can't control my little master's eyes.

Still can't stand the [-] whys of a seven-year-old child.

"What are they doing?"

"I'm kissing." I resigned to my fate.

"Why, it feels so dirty."

"They love each other and are willing to accommodate each other's everything, so they won't feel dirty."

I decided to make a dying struggle: "Xiao Xi, there are moon sacrifices over there, do you want to go and see?"

"Does this look good?" He was still staring at the kissing couple, and the wild mandarin ducks seemed to be frankly meeting each other.

"There is also the burning of towers, which can only be seen during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is very rare." I tried to persuade.

The little master made a difficult decision for a while, and said: "Since you want to see the burning tower, let's watch the burning tower."

In the center of the crowd was a round tower made of tiles. The tower was filled with burning firewood, and the tiles were burnt red. When we passed by, someone was pouring a pot of oil on it. day.