[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

When Li Nu was born, the Shrek Seven Monsters didn't even know how to raise a child. The little baby was a soft ball. It slept ten out of twelve hours a day. When it woke up, it would cry. It would cry when it was hungry, sleepy, or had to urinate. Tang San felt that he He's going to have a nervous breakdown from crying.

Meng Jiang was sleeping, and even the child grew up in the water of life, let alone having milk, so Tang San fed it with milk. At first, Li Nu refused to drink, crying and avoiding the bottle, but Tang San forced him to feed it and the baby choked, which frightened him so much that he did not dare to be reckless.

The goddess of life still couldn't stand it, so she tried adding a few drops of water of life to the milk. Although the second drink had no effect on the raccoon slave, the familiar taste finally made the raccoon slave willing to drink milk, which made Tang San relaxed. tone.

The baby was sleepy and had irregular sleeping hours, so it was very likely that he would wake up in the middle of the night and need to be fed. Therefore, although Tang San was afraid that the civet slave would disturb Meng Jiang by crying, so he left him in the side hall, he still watched it by himself and kept it warm at all times. I'm afraid the baby will wake up suddenly if I don't take the bottle.

The child grew up very fast, and Li Nu was born a divine fetus, but Tang San found that the child was actually weaker than ordinary people, so he had to take medicine when he started to nurse.

After becoming a god, although there were not many immortal herbs and elixirs in the divine world, they were not hard to come by. Therefore, Tang San considered the physique of the raccoon slave and began to use various immortal herbs to refine elixirs. Come to nourish the child's body, and with Dai Mubai and the others providing good food and drink every day, it's really hard to hold it in your hands for fear of falling, and hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.

In this case, although Li Nu's physique is still weak, it is not too worrying, and because of the rich nutrition, the pink and beautiful child was just raised by a group of people to be a chubby little boy.

This is why Meng Jiang said he saw something "rolling" past when he just woke up and couldn't see clearly.

Fortunately, Tuanzi is young and fat will only make him look cute.

As the God of Poseidon and God of Shura, Tang San was naturally busy on weekdays, but he didn't trust letting others take care of his child. After all, the other Shrek people had never raised children, and their parents went out to play. Therefore, Tang San carried it by himself and prepared various baby supplies, such as diapers, clothes, cradle, milk bottles, toys, etc. on the twenty-four bridge moonlit night.

So during the meeting, the eyes of the gods couldn't help but frequently focus on the baby in Poseidon's arms. The sound of their discussion was blocked out by Tang San using his divine power, so the child would not be woken up. Sometimes when they were discussing something, the child would wake up and start crying. Tang San would become very accustomed to checking whether the diaper needed to be changed before feeding the child.

Rong Nianbing teased him because of this: "Poseidon, you daddy is really doing your best."

"Are you envious?" Tang San raised his eyes to look at him, and poked Tuanzi's soft little face, "I won't give you a hug if I'm envious."

Rong Nianbing: "...It's like I don't have children. I don't envy you." But his eyes never left the little raccoon slave holding the bottle and drinking milk.

There hasn't been such a small child in the God Realm for a long time. It is extremely difficult for gods to give birth to children. It is basically possible that they will never have children for the rest of their lives. Meng Jiang and Tang San still had children before they became gods.

After drinking the milk, the raccoon slave smacked his little mouth and spit out a saliva bubble. Tang San took a look, took out a handkerchief to wipe his saliva, and with a soft "pop" sound, the saliva bubbles popped.

"Wow--"

"Why are you crying again? Didn't you just finish feeding?" Tang San's hand holding the child stiffened. There was no need to change the diaper?

The meeting was suspended, and a group of gods who had lived for who knows how many years gathered around to comfort the child.

Tang San took out all the children's toys on the twenty-fourth bridge on the bright moon night, and the gods shook them one by one in front of the child's eyes. But the child didn't care what they were doing. He was really sad and crying to himself with bubbles in his mouth.

"Is the child uncomfortable being held?" Rong Nianbing seemed to be seriously questioning, "Speaking of which, I have held such a small child before."

Tang San replied coldly: "My posture in holding the child is very standard. I have received professional training. God of emotions, don't covet my son." This so-called professional training came from the friendly guidance of his mother A Yin.

"Hey, can coaxing children be considered 'coveting'?" Rong Nianbing curled his lips and had to give up after his little thought was exposed.

At this time, a God of Destruction wearing a cloak approached quietly. A hand stretched out under the cloak was flashing with purple flames, which were blooming into tiny but brilliant fireworks under the control of the God of Destruction.

"Little one, look here."

The child's attention was diverted, and he gradually stopped crying, forgetting that his drool bubbles had been destroyed, and was completely attracted by the fireworks.

He said "Ahhh" in baby language that no one could understand, and stretched out his hands to grab it.

"Just look at it, don't touch it." The God of Destruction took a step back. Even though the divine power he is releasing now is small, it is not something that Li Nu can bear.

So the majestic God of Destruction stood not far from Tuanzi and began to use his divine power to blow up fireworks in fancy ways, becoming a conscientious acrobat.

Should I say that I am worthy of being chosen by the God of Fire? Li Nu was born with a fondness for bright red burning things. The child had a pair of big golden eyes and was not afraid at all of the destructive power of destruction. Instead, he watched the fireworks with great joy and giggled until he After being tired of watching, I finally fell asleep quietly.

The meeting that had been stalled for a long time was continued.

Once the dumplings get bigger, it will be easier to bring more.

As the saying goes, you can walk by flipping, sitting, rolling, and crawling around. When the raccoon slave can crawl, Tang San needs to bring a lot less things to the meeting, but there is an extra long rope with a piece of wood tied to one end. The small fish are made and painted with very bright lacquer to draw fish scales. The fish's eyes are inlaid with sparkling rubies, which is definitely in line with the aesthetics of children.

The raccoon slave was placed on the clean blanket on the ground. Tang San was having a meeting and tied the other end of the rope to the Poseidon Trident. With a flick of his hand, he dropped the rope in front of Tuanzi, somehow using the trident as a fishing rod. It’s still a cat-catching stick, and the little wooden fish on it is used to walk the dumplings around on the blanket.

"Are you fishing or teasing the cat?" Rong Nianbing looked a little jealous, why didn't he think of this method, "Tang San, just play with me for a while."

"This is my son, I won't give it to him."

The gods were speechless to these two people.

Because of this, when the older raccoon slave likes to come to his house to eat, Rong Nianbing doesn’t react on the surface, but laughs crazily on the inside with his hands on his hips, “Hahaha, Tang San, you also have today, let you protect the cubs and food every day. You still won’t let me hold you, so why isn’t your son bowing down to my cooking skills now? It’s a pity that you are a kitchen killer, hahaha!”

Tang San: ...a heartless brat.

Speaking of which, the ice and fire magic chef also played a big role in feeding the dumplings into a ball.

By the time Meng Jiang woke up, Li Nu was already sensible and knew how to make soy sauce.

This person has no self-consciousness about being a mother. It is really because she has not experienced pregnancy and childbirth personally, and she has been asleep for so long that sometimes she even forgets that she actually has a son.

After Meng Jiang woke up, Li Nu stopped eating at other people's houses. This led to Tuanzi waking up one day and consciously wanting to have breakfast after dressing and washing. As a result, he suddenly found that his mother-in-law was not at home and did not cook for him.

Not wanting to trouble his uncle and aunt, the deflated child decided to be self-reliant and set his sights on the orchard that Tang San planted for Meng Jiang.

But the orchard was too big, and there were too many varieties in it. The raccoon slave couldn't recognize them all, and he didn't know how to pick fruits. He only picked a bright red heart-shaped berry to fill his stomach according to his own aesthetic preferences.

As a result, when Meng Jiang finally shook his head and remembered that he seemed to have a son, so when he hurried back to cook for him, he found that the raccoon slave had already eaten most of the fruit, and the fruit was an immortal product and was used for beauty.

——The focus is on residence and appearance.

Although Li Nu is a divine fetus, he is still young after all, and although he has inherited it, he does not have enough strength to completely integrate the divine personality and divine status. This causes him to not grow up after eating the fruit.

a bolt from the blue.

So that day, the door of the conference room was kicked open by the Rakshasa God. The God of Destruction frowned and was about to reprimand, but the Rakshasa God blocked him back with a word.

"Tang San, something happened to the raccoon slave!"

In an instant, several figures surrounded Meng Jiang who was holding the dumpling, asking about the situation.

After explaining the matter in a few words, the God of Destruction snatched the fruit that the raccoon slave was chewing before he finished it and burned it to ashes, "Then why do you let him continue to eat?"

"Because if you eat everything, eating half of it will have the same effect as eating one."

Stiffed by Meng Jiang's words, the God of Destruction angrily stopped talking.

Tang San looked at the cute dumplings that were very innocent and even wanted to eat another one because they were not full, and said silently, "Actually, this fruit has no harm to the body... except that it doesn't grow big. After all, it is an immortal product and can also replenish the body. "

"But I want a beautiful boy!" Meng Jiang's answer was very personal to her.

So a pair of unreliable parents looked at the goddess of life, Xiao Lu, for help.

The goddess really couldn't bear that the raccoon slave would remain like a child for the rest of his life, so after some inspections, she said, "There are still ways, but relying on external forces can only make the raccoon slave grow up to sixteen or seventeen years old at most."

——Beautiful boy!

Meng Jiang's eyes lit up.

However, although the unreliability of the two has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, after this incident, Meng Jiang finally realized that he was also a person with cubs, so he began to do his best to raise and teach the cubs, but the method of education was better than raising a son. , more like training an apprentice.

She thought that the raccoon slave had no playmate, and was afraid that he would be lonely. It happened that the Deep Sea Demonic Whale was also cultivating and ascending to the divine realm, so she went to find the Deep Sea Demonic Whale with the dumpling in her arms.

The sea soul beast cultivated to become a god, and the huge mortal image faded away and turned into a human body. He was a three-meter-tall cutie with a somewhat childish face. Because he felt that his appearance was not intimidating, he always lowered his voice and spoke.

It looks very easy to deceive.

"Big Yuyu." Meng Jiang looked up at him and said, "You have become a god, you can't always be called 'Deep Sea Demonic Whale' and 'Deep Sea Demonic Whale', right? You still need to give it a formal name."

"Don't call me Big Fish." The Deep Sea Demonic Whale snorted softly, raising his hand to protect the cub that regarded itself as a mountain climber. "I think this name is very good now. Little cub, if you continue to crawl around, I will kill you." Throw it out.”

The raccoon slave was not afraid. When he heard Meng Jiang call the Deep Sea Demonic Whale "Big Yuyu", he happily followed suit and shouted, "Big Yuyu, the raccoon slave likes the big fish."

Meng Jiang had long seen the arrogant and awkward temperament of the sea soul beast, and was not worried about the threats from the other party. He continued to coax, "You can get along with others better if you have a formal name. 'Deep Sea Demonic Whale' represents A type of soul beast, and your name can represent yourself."

The Sea Soul Beast thought about it and felt that what Meng Jiang said made sense, but he had never thought about this issue and had never studied in school. In short, he was uneducated, so he asked, "Then what should I do?" What name is it? It should sound majestic and have connotation."

"Let me think about it..." Meng Jiang's heart changed, and he raised a very "innocent" smile, "How about calling it 'wonton'? Wang Jianyou once said in a poem: Kongtong is dim blue glass, and white clouds are swallowed. Red Lotus Pavilion. I don’t know how heavy the power is in the sky, but the sound of bells can often be heard in the middle of the moon."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale didn't know who Wang Jian was, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, and he had never heard of the song "Inscribed on Taizhou Yinjing Temple", but he always felt that he looked very literate, so he nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, then I'll call him ' Wonton'."

Li Nu, who was already riding on the neck of the sea soul beast, remembered the wontons that Meng Jiang had made for him. The skin was crystal clear, and it was wrapped with shrimp and fish minced. It was a bite-sized one. It tasted so delicious that he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Meng Jiang: Hehe, that's right, I'm just bullying you. Who said there is no food like wontons on Douluo Continent?

After giving the name, the little raccoon boy was blessed with a mythical beast mount. Even though Wonton had turned into a dragon, he had a soft mouth and a soft heart. He couldn't bear Tuanzi's repeated coquettish begging, so he still transformed into a blue crystal whale - only smaller than It used to be much smaller - carrying children everywhere, soaring in the blue sky and swimming in the blue sea.