The road to the village was particularly smooth, which made Qingjiu feel that even the heaven was helping her. The little guy lying on her shoulder looked contemptuous. His blue eyes curled up at the shadow reflected not far away, and sighed. His mother is really stupid. It is obvious that someone lets water. Otherwise, how could it be that they could leave just by saying that they could leave?

However, his little hand plucked her neck and looked at the excited light in her eyes, but he couldn't bear to say it out loud.

I could only watch his mother jumping out like a gust of wind.

When their figures, one big and one small, ran away, two figures came out. One had a dull face and no emotion was visible, while the other was full of doubts: "Xiao, are you not afraid of any situation if you let them go like this?"

"I've told people to follow me long ago, there's no problem."

Xiao Ran withdrew his gaze and turned back to the villa: "If she really wants to leave, she can't keep her body, but she can't keep her heart."

One day, she will come back if she is tired of playing.

He... has this confidence.

"Eh?" Junzi Mo looked at his back in a daze. Did he give up so easily?

This doesn't look like Xiao's style? I looked back and looked at Xiao Budian again. To be honest, after feeding for so long, I really can't bear to leave that little thing.

I just don't know when they will be back.

A small border town in Nanling Kingdom.

On the bustling street, one big and one small came over, the small one looked only one year old, but she could stagger behind the woman wearing a veil in front of her. It was strange that the woman had a veil on her face, but even the little baby's eyes were covered with a special thing, which was pitch black, covering most of the little baby's face.

The little guy couldn't walk anymore, so he simply sat on the ground and rolled around: "Mom, am I your biological child? I won't be abused like this."

When Qingjiu heard his voice, he turned around and squatted down silently: "Son, you can leave, so don't hold you for your mother anymore, right?"

"But there are still people holding me for three or four years old. Why are you so cruelly pulled by your mother in just over a month?" After saying that, he raised a silver thread on his wrist accusedly, and kept entangled on Qing Jiu's wrist. If you don't look closely, you can't tell at all.

Qing Jiu simply sat cross-legged beside him: "This is to prevent you from being lost by Mom!"

"But why am I walking?" The little guy blocked his pink mouth and was very dissatisfied.

Qing Jiu looked at him resentfully: "Son, am I your biological mother? Look at Wei Niang's arm?" She said, then she rolled up her sleeves, and the arms were red, and some places were even green. She accused: "I've been holding you for three hours, son, you can go at least?"

The little guy looked over his head and felt distressed: "I'm really that heavy?"

I looked down at my little body, and it was just so normal.

Qing Jiu also felt helpless. This little guy was only over a month old and almost looked like a doll of one or two years old. He was so tired that he was still dead. The first two days he went down the mountain were fine, especially these few days, holding him was like holding a stone, so tired that she almost caught up with the mule.

"But mom, my feet hurt."

The little guy was in tears, but the things on his face covered his eyes, so Qing Jiuquan said he ignored it.

Just as she was about to say something, she felt that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. She turned her head with the little guy, and saw that everyone was staring at them straight at them. When they came into contact with their eyes, they reacted and pointed. Qing Jiu put his head towards the little guy: "Son, are we strange?"

"What do you think of it? A strange woman wearing a veil is pulling a strange child wearing a black cloth."

It is already a blessing that they are not regarded as aliens.

"But why do I also listen to the voice that contains 'shamelessness' and 'injustice'..."

"Eh?" The little guy was stunned for a big eye, took off the black cloth that was annoying on his face, and saw that his mother was actually rolling her sleeves, and her exposed skin was as white as jade, making people salivate.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, climbed onto her knees, and pulled them down vigorously: "Mom, you've been eaten tofu!"

The two of them, one big and one small, finally avoided the gaze of the crowd and flashed into the inn. When they arrived on the second floor, they ordered four dishes, three sons, one dish, and then ordered eight bowls of rice. Since the little guy had teeth a few days ago, they usually ate more... more. Well, she looked at the table full of food, and felt that the eyes around him looked at them again. The waiter stood beside them and smiled: "Madam, are you going to wait for someone to come and have a meal together?"

"Eh?" She was stunned and shook her head immediately: "No, we are the two of us."

"Uh?" The waiter lowered his chin, "Does he need to pack it?"

"Why do you need to pack it?" The little guy sat obediently on the stool beside him. He was carrying a black cloth, so he couldn't see his eyes. He just looked at the waiter through the gap in the black cloth, with a confused look on his face.

The waiter looked at the little guy showing his pouting mouth outside, and couldn't help but want to squeeze his little face.

But before I could even get close to each other, I felt a chill coming.

He couldn't help but tremble, looked around and found nothing, so he had to turn his head and look at the little guy again.

But I saw the little guy holding a bowl bigger than his face in his hands, raising rice quickly. The speed was so fast that it was absolutely amazing.

On the other hand, the veiled woman just looked at him, brought a bowl of tea from time to time and handed it to his mouth. The little guy immediately turned his head, finished drinking, and continued to steer the rice quickly. The woman held her chin with one hand and looked at the little guy with disgust: "Son, you are like you haven't eaten in hundreds of years!"

"Um..." The little guy just thrust his head, took the opportunity to pick up his head and glanced at her resentfully, and grew a layer of furry hair. After a closer look, it turned out to be blue like his eyes.

She was shocked: Could this little thing really be mutated?

The waiter felt that his chin was about to fall off. He looked at the half-incense stick in disbelief and watched the little thing sweep seven bowls of rice and three plates of dishes without leaving a grain of rice.

He swallowed, feeling that he must be too tired today and had hallucinations.

Otherwise, how could a child eat so much?

After finishing the meal, the little guy was so full that he spread his belly. He touched his belly with his little hands, nodded with satisfaction, and saw the waiter, smiling: "Are you still here?"

“…No, you eat it!”

The waiter didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away in a panic.

Qing Jiu covered her face and knew that this would happen. Along the way, they were simply regarded as aliens.

The saying that habit became natural was really good. She calmly served the last bowl of rice and started to eat slowly.

The little guy was full and was comfortably dozing his limbs, and she was not worried. He couldn't throw them away. So, he ate quietly. Her movements were too slow, and a strong contrast had just been formed. The little doll with a graceful figure, the sunlight slowly spread on their mountain, silently like a painting. Soon, someone began to move. He turned the color to the buddies at the opposite table, and felt a little itchy.

When they saw them holding the package, they knew they were from other places. Although the woman was wearing a veil, her phoenix eyes exposed outside raised her slightly, making her heart feel relieved immediately.

But the eyes are so beautiful, so naturally the appearance will not be bad.

Even if you can't get the benefits, you can still enjoy the fun of teasing.

So, the few people nodded and walked towards Qing Jiu's table.

"This lady, it's so boring to eat alone? How about drinking wine with me and a few of you?"

The little guy was dreaming that the roasted oily little fragrant pig flew past his eyes. When he grabbed it, the fragrant pig disappeared. He opened his eyes with a whimper and stared at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him: "Mom, who are they?"

Qing Jiusai didn't even scan those people, so he continued to eat: "Bad guy."

"Hey? That means you can practice your hands."

"……Can."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy's eyes lit up instantly and he bit him at several people!

He took a bite and shouted: "Pig's hoof!"

"Duck's feet!"

"Pig ears!"

“…”

After Qing Jiu finished his meal, he took a sip of tea and looked calmly at the people who were bitten and scarred. They stared at the little guy in horror with his small sharp teeth. Although he didn't bite hard, he just sipped, as if they were delicious food.

This is scary.

Qing Jiu finally saw enough, and Qing Jiu waved his hand: "Son, come back and rinse your mouth."

"Hey!" The little guy ran back happily, grabbed the cup that he had prepared early, rinsed his mouth, spit out blood, and then crawled into her arms, arched her neck with his little head, and acted coquettishly: "Mom, is your son very handsome?"

"Why..." Qing Jiu dragged his chin and pretended to be considerate.

The little guy was anxious and rubbed his little head against her neck even more, so he didn't see one of the rogues who had just been bitten behind him holding a stool and smashing towards them.

Qing Jiu frowned and looked at the stool that was smashed down by the little guy. A ruthless cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

He quickly picked up the wooden chopsticks near him and blocked them with the back of his hand. The stool instantly broke into several pieces, and blood instantly penetrated from her clothes. The little guy's face changed when he smelled the bloody smell. His blue eyes became deep and he was about to rush forward. He was hugged by Qing Jiu. She stood up quietly and looked at the man whose ear was bitten, but the stool he just raised was obviously trying to have the life of a little person. She walked in step by step, with a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, and the wooden chopsticks in his hand frowned. The wooden chopsticks were like the sharpest knife, which directly cut off the man's hand.

Then he grabbed his clothes with one hand, threw them gently, and ran down from the second floor.

It hit the ground and made a "bang" sound.

"Ah--" The people on the entire second floor then reacted, screamed, and ran out.

At this time, a uniform sound and a neighing sound came from downstairs, as if shocking someone's horse.
Chapter completed!