What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

For a moment, Song Xianzhi thought it was Yan Shu who rushed into his arms.

His vision blurred for an instant.

He lowered his head, the face of the person in front of him was obstructed by the water, his brows and eyes were hazy, but the smile was faint, resembling Yan Shu's appearance.

"Brother?" The boy's voice was indescribably similar.

Song Xianzhi trembled with his hands, but he couldn't hold them no matter what.

Those emotions that were deliberately suppressed surged up at this moment, and the pain in my heart could no longer be concealed.

Tears fell without blinking, splashing on the child's snow-white face, it was a transparent and sour splash.

In his arms, Xiaohao raised his face in confusion.

Right now, he still doesn't know that his little friend is dead, so he naturally doesn't understand why he is crying.

But when the senior brother cried, he also felt the same discomfort, and couldn't help but pursed his mouth and shed tears.

"Brother, don't cry... don't cry..."

Xiao Hao was choked with sobs, he was not tall, so he could only try his best to hold his toes, and stretched out his hand to wipe away Song Xianzhi's tears.

Song Xianzhi couldn't control his emotions at all, he wanted to say something to explain, but he could only cover his mouth and choked up.

Xiao is not stupid, naturally he has been sensitive to what happened, he grabbed Song Lianzhi's trembling hand hanging by his side, and rubbed it against his soft face: "Master...Senior brother, little brother It's okay, it's still there, Xiaohao will always be with senior brother..."

He himself was still hiccupping, but he still didn't forget to comfort Song Xianzhi.

Song Xianzhi's tears were hard to break, and his straight spine also bent down, holding Xiaohao tightly in his arms.

At this time, he and Xiao Hao seemed to have switched identities, but he was looking for comfort like a child.

Xiao Hao stroked his senior's hair, his round eyes were flushed, his eyelashes were wet with tears and sticky into a few clusters, he gently brushed his face, and kept comforting him: "Senior brother, good!" Well-behaved……"

Song Lianzhi cried for a few more breaths, then felt he lost his composure, forcefully held back his tears, raised his hand and roughly wiped his face, then picked up Xiao Hao who was still sobbing, and put him back on the chair.

A few white dry towels were prepared by the table, and after Song Xianzhi wetted them with clean water, he carefully wiped off the tears on the child's face.

He tried his best to pull out a smile, and said softly, "I'm sorry Xiaohao, senior brother scared you..."

Xiao Hao sniffed, then shook her head vigorously, held Song Lianzhi's face with both hands, exerted light force, and hugged him into her arms.

The child's heartbeat, which was a little faster due to crying, came close to the ear, and the warm warmth was transmitted from the not generous chest, and it vibrated slightly when its owner opened his mouth.

"Xiao Hao is here, brother wants to be happy, okay?"

The childish voice was wrapped in a thick nasal voice, and there was still a crying voice in it that hadn't had time to dissipate, which made Song Xianzhi's eyes and nose sore again, and he bit his lower lip fiercely before he could bear it back.

"Okay, Xiao Hao is here, brother is very happy, really." He raised his head, bent his eyes, adjusted his posture, and deliberately staggered the topic: "When did Xiao Hao come, why didn't you tell me?"

After all, Xiao Hao is a simple child, his attention is easily diverted, but his tone is a bit evasive: "Yesterday, I came yesterday..."

"Huh?" Song Xianzhi probably knew that he came here secretly, and deliberately teased him: "Did Xiaohao from the Zongmen come here?"

Sure enough, Xiao Hao blushed with embarrassment, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered: "Yes, I wanted to come by myself, secretly, secretly climbed onto the spirit ship..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally his whole head was almost buried in the teacup.

Song Xianzhi sighed, he knew it was like this.

But people are coming, and he is not the kind of person who can swear cruelly.

So he could only raise his hands and pinch his ears with as little force as he wanted, with a serious voice: "It's very dangerous, do you know? Next time, you won't be allowed to do this again."

Xiao Hao shrunk her neck, occasionally hiccupped twice, and nodded vigorously upon hearing this.

The two said a few more words with red eyes.

Song Xianzhi didn't tell Xiao Hao about Yan Shu, and Xiao Hao also faintly noticed it, so he didn't ask about it.

During this period, Yun Ling and Shen Duo were very tacit and did not speak.

After he had fully adjusted his mood, Song Xianzhi stood up, bowed to Yunling, and then sat down with Shen Duo beside the table.

Yunling didn't have the slightest air of being a master, poured tea for them in person, and met Shang Song's astonished gaze, and then said lightly: "It's just a small gathering of master and apprentice, don't be cautious."

Song Xianzhi could only swallow the words back, and answered yes in a low voice.

Shen Duo didn't seem to be pretending in front of Yun Ling, with a cold and indifferent face, drinking tea to himself, and Yun Ling rarely paid attention to him.

The two of them seemed to have no sense of master and apprentice at all.

I don't know why Yunling accepted this half-demon as his apprentice at that time.

Mostly Yunling was asking about Song Xianzhi's affairs, and she didn't talk much, just asking and answering.

Song Lianzhi replied, but he was worried in his heart, how to explain to him that he was no longer the original owner.

Seeing the person opposite, Yunling looked absent-minded, thinking that he was annoying someone, suddenly felt sore, couldn't help but pouted, and stopped talking.

Regarding the habit of pouting, he himself is particularly upset, thinking that it is not manly at all, and he is not worthy of being the number one swordsman in the world.

No one would like a Taoist who likes to pout, because it looks too unstable.

But he just couldn't help it. Since childhood, this movement has become a habit, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

Song Lianzhi was still frowning and thinking of countermeasures, suddenly felt that the surroundings were too quiet, he raised his face in doubt.

First, I saw Xiao Hao holding his face and looking forward with a smile on his face. His short legs were dangling happily under the table, as if he had seen something interesting.

So, Song Xianzhi naturally followed his line of sight to look over.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you are really shocked.

"Sisisi, Si... respect?" Song Xianzhi opened his eyes wide, and accidentally bit his tongue when he spoke, the pain caused his eyes to burst into tears.

Excited, the water glass he had been holding in his hand was also spilled clean.

At this time, Shen Duo, who had always been as calm as an old monk, frowned, then took out his handkerchief and silently wiped it dry for Song Xianzhi.

Seeing this, Yunling's cheeks puffed up, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them, moving the teacup in her hand back and forth, expressing her dissatisfaction loudly, but she just pouted and didn't speak.

Even if he is blind now, Song Lianzhi should know that Master's dissatisfaction is aimed at him.

It turned out that what he saw when he spit before was not an illusion!

turn out to be! !

The flower of Gaoling also pouted, expressing dissatisfaction like a child? !

He complained endlessly in his heart, did he do something wrong, why should he be attacked to such a degree!

Could it be... Could this be the legendary "I'm embarrassed to death"? !

The villain in Song Zhizhi's heart bit his nails crazily: what should I do, what should I do, I saw the master acting cute, so I won't be killed and silenced!