Master, I really don't want to lay eggs!

"Master! Woooooo...Master..."

Together with the crying of the child, everyone who was reporting to the god in the conference hall immediately stopped talking. Sure enough, the figure of the master had disappeared from the large dragon seat in the next moment.

"Jiu'er is awake?" Qinglong appeared beside the bed and picked up the little boy. The child was wearing a white tunic with a thin layer of crepe gauze, but because he was crying so hard, the gauze was stained in circles. circle of sweat stains.

Qinglong performed a trick to make the middle clothes fresh and clean, and then took the outer clothes for Lu Jiu to put on.

The little boy stopped crying immediately, and hugged the master's neck, but the voice still choked up and said childishly: "Toothache..."

Lu Jiu is changing his teeth recently, and the medicine fairy in the temple originally gave him painkilling herbs to contain, but many herbs in the sky demon spirit body have no effect on him, and the pain from this kind of body growth can only be endured.

In fact, how painful it is to change teeth. Every time a dragon advances, the scales on his body will fall off one by one and grow a new round. I didn't feel bad about any of them.

But Lu Xiaojiu couldn't do it, as long as he yelled that it hurts, the god would be in a hurry.

There are ways to do it, but it is also very tossing, even if it contains extremely cold things, there is ice essence in the temple, and there is also snow water of ten thousand years, but Qinglong is afraid that Lu Jiu will be frozen.

In the end, he had no choice but to force out the blood from his fingertips and let Lu Jiu suck his fingertips. Long Zun's blood is extremely precious, and it can cure everything from external carbuncle to internal poison.

Qinglong held Lu Jiu's little butt/ass in one hand, hugged him and sat on his arm, put his index finger in the child's mouth for him to bite, and just like that, he went back to the meeting hall.

Lu Jiu hugged Qinglong's hand and sucked it. The cold golden blood had no fishy smell, but overflowed with spiritual power, which was very beneficial for nourishing the demon's body. The child completely relied on the instinct of the demon, so he sucked it with extra force. In the grand hall, everyone The ups and downs of Lu Shenjun's voice was occasionally mixed with the sound of a child's sipping, and the people in the temple didn't think it was disobedient, but the two people who just came to report for the emperor today, Nezha and Yang Jian, were greatly surprised.

Yang Jian took the emperor's secret decree to discuss with the gods in private. Lu Jiu squatted at the door of the study, holding a Yanjia deer. The deer was driven by a spirit stone. As long as Lu Jiu shouted "drive", the deer with a purple nanmu body would slap on the ground. Pa Pa Pa ran, Lu Jiu giggled, and Nezha stood not far away, looking at him eagerly.

As we all know, the third prince has a father who is very abusive. He was split from the meat ball by his own father with a sword when he was just born. Later, he killed the son of the Dragon King and was forced to commit suicide. He has never received any fatherly love since he was a child. The Supreme Qinglong Shenjun was so kind to his apprentice, he couldn't help being very envious.

Nezha is in the shape of a lotus flower, with a ball head and bun face that has not changed for thousands of years. He looks about the same age as Lu Jiu. After playing with Yanjia for a while, Lu Jiu turned his head to look at Nezha. Fat Hand: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, come and play with us!"

Nezha walked over happily, but still corrected Lu Jiu: "You are a disciple of the god, you can't call me brother, just call me Nezha."

"Okay!" Lu Jiuyi sat on the ground with his buttocks. He had made new friends. He wanted to share his good things with his friends. At that time, he didn't have Jiu Chi Zhen Long buckle, and on his wrist was a bracelet made of coral from the East China Sea. Danhong circulated, taking advantage of his white and chubby little lotus arms, very bright and lovely.

He fumbled in his bracelet and grabbed out a handful of small toys.

All kinds of wooden and jade armored dolls fell to the ground.

Lu Jiu has a whole set of Yan armor that is based on mortal chess pieces, but the mortal chess pieces are simple and crude, while the Yan armor made by Qinglong for Lu Jiu is a simulation. The chariots, horses, artillery and soldiers are lifelike. It is carved out of the appearance of Lu Jiu and Qinglong.

Usually, Lu Jiu has never lost a chess match with the master, and Lu Xiaojiu has great confidence in herself.

The two boys drew a line on the ground, and each took the Yanjia to form the formation. Lu Jiu hesitated for a long time, and gave Nezha the set that symbolized himself, and took the set of the master himself.

The two of them had a horse, and I had a car, and they had a great time.

Nezha had really experienced the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and he had a lot of killing moves. Lu Jiu was not an opponent at all. Gradually, Lu Xiaojiu began to sweat profusely. He first took off his coat, and then rolled up the sleeves of his jacket. In the end, he knelt down on the ground, pouted his little butt, and his little head wanted to get into his own Yanjia to replace Yanjia in battle, so as to beat down the opponent's army in the middle.

It's a pity that Lu Xiaojiu's ambition is very full, and his strength is very skinny. Nezha drove straight in and ate his "master" Yanjia and laughed. Although Lu Jiu is still young, he is a disciple of Qinglong. In terms of seniority, he is comparable to Nezha's Master Taiyi is real, how can Nezha win him, how can he not be proud.

Lu Jiu's small mouth trembled, opened and closed for a long time, and finally burst into tears with a "wow".

The blue dragon arrives in an instant.

Seeing the neat and beautiful child who was neatly tidied up by himself at the moment, wearing only a coat, bare arms, and a headband with a horn tied crookedly crumbling, two chubby hands rubbed his eyes and howled desperately , Qinglong was startled.

He picked up the child, straightened his clothes first, and then asked what happened in a soft voice, and glanced at Nezha faintly, his eyes unable to distinguish emotions.

"Lose, lose... woo woo woo..."

Lu Jiu cried so hard that he was almost dying, Qinglong bit the child's index finger for a while, and finally coaxed him to stop crying.

The Supreme Being of the Three Realms lifted up his robe and sat down on the floor, with Lu Jiu sitting on his lap.

The god said indifferently to the Third Prince Nezha who was standing there at a loss: "I will play a game with you."

The third prince knelt down with a plop, and even Yang Jian, who was watching the fun, had his legs as soft as mud.

"Jiu'er is watching, Master will teach you how to play against him." Qinglong turned Lu Jiu's small body in the other direction, letting the child watch how he and Nezha played chess, while guiding patiently.

From then on, everyone in the Three Realms knew that whoever "bullied" Lu Jiu once would be rewarded a hundredfold by Qinglong Shenzun.

The poor Third Prince Nezha has never touched Yanjiaqi since then.