What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Shu Xingmi covered it with the other hand, and slowly used his body temperature to warm the Mojun's hand, first the fingers, then the palm, the back of the hand, and the palm of the hand.Like the warm sunshine in the morning, it climbed up the steep peak inch by inch, and flowed in the small river between the mountains.

At this moment, the demon king's eyes are somewhat similar to Xun's eyes, as if he is about to turn against him, but he dare not, and only hangs his heart there.

"What kind of good fortune did you get to be able to speak without cultivating human form?" Zhaoyue asked enthusiastically holding the altar of grass.

"Well...it rained a lot, it was very hot, it burned nine holes in my body." Xiaocao said childishly.

In fact, a few years ago, there was a fairy who was driving the clouds while drinking. He drank the famous "Thousand Days Drunk". It is said that he would be drunk for 1000 years after one sip. It came out, fell into the devil world, just touched on this little grass seed, and opened nine orifices for the little grass seed, and immediately became sane. Although it didn't have a human shape, it had human thoughts. It often heard in the forest Talking voice, if you hear a lot, you will be able to speak.

After being watered for nine days, the grass turned into a little baby lying on the jar.

The boy and Zhaoyue were really shocked when they got up to water them. Generally speaking, it takes hundreds of years for plants to transform into a human form, but this little grass is very good-natured. Maybe it will be a great little monster in the future.

"Woooo..." The little baby, with tears in his eyes, stretched out his short and soft arms to the two of them, scratching in the air with his ten fingers whistling.

The boy held the baby in his arms, only feeling soft and warm in his arms.

"So clingy." The boy said, touching the baby's head, Zhaoyue leaned next to him, stretched out his index finger, and the baby held his finger in the palm of his hand, Zhaoyue showed a happy smile, and opened his arms : "Come on, give me a hug from Daddy."

The boy was holding the baby and was about to send it to Zhaoyue. The baby let go of Zhaoyue's fingers, clung tightly to the boy's skirt, shook his little head, and stuck it into the boy's arms, muttering: "I'm hungry, I want milk."

breastfeeding.

The boy tilted his head slightly, lost in thought.

It has to be said that his physiological knowledge is very weak, he has not studied systematically, and he has not even observed carefully. He spent 200 years in closed-door training, and the remaining 200 years were spent in closed training in military camps. .

There are also female generals in the barracks, but no women nurse children in the barracks.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have been to the human world before and saw how a woman in the human world breastfeeds.

Although he didn't understand what it was like, he still had a vague impression...

Opening the clothes and pressing the baby to the chest for a while should be something like that.

The boy unbuttoned his clothes expressionlessly and shamelessly, exposing his left breast, which was so flat that ten eggs could stand on it, obviously without a drop of milk, and the baby's lips smacked against it, sucking hard. It was nothing serious, the young man was bitten in pain, he couldn't help frowning slightly, but he was still enduring it.

Zhaoyue's eyes straightened.

What is this little devil doing?Baby?Nursing the baby with his plain little breast?How could it be possible to have milk?

Shu Xingmi couldn't help covering his face and supporting the wall, did he do this back then?

The Demon Lord looked at him indifferently, as if saying: I have seen many things like you.

"I can't do this..." Zhaoyue stepped forward and took the baby out of the boy's arms. After sucking for a long time, the baby didn't eat a single drop. She was so wronged that she cried out loudly, "Woo... "

The boy looked innocent, and forgot to fasten his buttons: "Why is he crying?"

Could it be that he was rejected by his children?The young man couldn't help feeling a little lost and guilty, and his arms were empty.

It is obviously the grass that I planted by myself, but I don't like myself.

"Actually," Zhaoyue organized her words, and explained to the boy seriously: "You don't have milk, he can't drink milk, that's why he's crying, it doesn't mean he doesn't like you."

"What should I do?" The boy's eyes fell on Zhaoyue's chest: "Can you do it?"

"I'm afraid it's [-]% or maybe maybe it doesn't seem to work either."

Zhaoyue stretched out her hand and conjured a small bowl of goat's milk, and brought it to the baby's lips: "Come on, let's make do with this first."

The baby only sniffed it once, then turned its head away, as if wanting to vomit.

Zhaoyue conjured milk and human milk again, but the baby was still crying and refusing to buy it.

"The taste of this grass is so nasty." Zhaoyue changed her arms to hold the baby.

"Ah," the young man's eyes lit up: "Does he want to drink rootless water? Grass usually grows when it is watered by rain."

"The bitter one doesn't taste good. I want to drink the dew, the sweetest kind..." the baby said sobbingly.

"...I told you earlier." Zhaoyue lightly pinched the baby's warm little face.

"Babies always have to cry for a while after they are born and then ask for milk. The women passing by the grass said so, so I just do it."

So, in the early morning when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the boy and Zhaoyue took the baby to the valley to collect dew.

"Take it easy..." the boy reminded him while holding the baby, the chest that was eaten by the baby just now was still aching, it is conceivable that Huahua is also in pain.

After the baby was full, the three went home together again.

The boy and Zhaoyue named Xiaocao Qianqian, a name full of prosperity and vitality.

Zhaoyue stayed like this, and he said that he would help the young man take care of Qianqian. Sometimes Qianqian would cry suddenly, and the young man couldn't do it alone. With Zhaoyue here, he could help him think of countermeasures.

The teenager gradually understands that this is the real "cultivation". Every day there will be new problems and new confusions, but there will be happy things every day.

He will keep Qianqian and Zhaoyue to live in his own home, not because he likes children, or regards Zhaoyue as a friend or lover, but because he wants to experience a new life, a kind of "husband and wife on earth" Life.

Qianqian likes to lie on the low couch in the yard every night, soaking in the moonlight to absorb the essence, and at this time, Zhaoyue will wait for the young man under the quilt, and the two will quietly make out for a while under the quilt.

Speaking of intimacy, in the spring when Qianqian was three years old, Zhaoyue had a dream and inadvertently fell on the boy's body. He woke up suddenly and broke into a cold sweat. He was afraid that the boy would hate him, but the boy just watched quietly. He didn't mean to refuse.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Zhaoyue boldly kissed the boy on the cheek.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" the boy asked calmly.

"..." This word really choked Zhaoyue, "Can you stop being so straightforward?"

"How to say."

"We usually talk about love, sex or consummation."

"Oh."

"It's usually done between people who like it." Zhaoyue blushed while talking, "I like you, if you like me too, we can do it."

"I don't know." The boy blinked: "I don't hate you."

"If you don't hate it... Forget it, go to sleep, tomorrow morning I will take Qianqian to fly a kite." Zhaoyue concealed her disappointment.

"But, what's the benefit of doing this kind of thing?" The young man was puzzled.

"The body will be very comfortable, and the relationship will also be enhanced... Of course, it is for two people who like each other."

"Enhance the relationship." The young man thought for a while, "Then I want to do it."

He likes "feelings" flowing through his chest so much, even if he doesn't have a heart, even if he can't keep those precious feelings, he greedily wants to grab more.

That night, Zhaoyue and the young man consummated their marriage. As Zhaoyue said, the young man felt both physical and spiritual satisfaction. The feeling was like a firework. The gorgeous fireworks that he had never seen before bloomed in his chest. The words rushed into his blood and poured into his mind.

After blooming, there is emptiness, even more emptiness than before enjoying happiness, and the meaning is still unfinished.

Zhaoyue hugged the boy from behind and kissed the back of his neck.

"No wonder father and mother don't love each other, but they always do this kind of thing endlessly." The young man said to himself in a young voice: "So it's really comfortable."

"Your parents...?" Zhaoyue heard the young man mention his parents for the first time. Before, he thought the young man had fallen into a demon, but now it seems that he is the descendant of the demon race.

Compared with the demons who have fallen into demons, the descendants of the demons are more indifferent and slow in emotion.

"He has passed away." When the boy said this, there was no emotion: "400 years ago."

Zhaoyue silently patted the boy's head, and hugged him tighter.

"I have less than 100 years left to live. Where will you take Qianqian after I die?" The boy turned to face Zhaoyue with curiosity in his eyes.

He didn't seem to have much regret about his death, as if he was just taken to another place.

Zhaoyue frowned slightly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Why? What's the matter with a lifespan of less than 100 years?"

"I have lived for 400 years, and in another 100 years, I will be robbed by the wind. You know, we will experience a catastrophe in 500 years. When I was [-] years old, I was robbed by fire. After being tribulated by thunder, [-] years old is tribulation by wind." The young man showed a painful look on his face, "Fire tribulation and thunder calamity are already too much for me, and I probably can't hold on to wind calamity. My parents also died in the failure of crossing the tribulation, and I think I am the same."

"No, I can help you block it." Zhaoyue has lived for more than 1 years, and crossing robbery is already commonplace, so she doesn't think it's a big deal.

"Did you forget? People in the demon world practice ten times faster than gods. Because of this, they suffer ten times more calamities. Therefore, many gods can live to tens of thousands of years old, but demons rarely surpass Two thousand years old."

"When is your birthday?" To ask for a birthday is to calculate the day of crossing the catastrophe.Zhaoyue wants to keep him no matter what.

"..." The boy began to pretend to be asleep.

No matter how much Zhaoyue pushed him, he refused to make a sound.