What kind of man is breastfeeding?

In the end, Xinjiu took out the pot of scented tea—while pouring, Xinjiu squatted by the side and watched the fragrant tea dripping out of the teapot, wondering in his heart: Wisteria, roses and mint leaves were mixed together. Is it poisonous?

Before she came out, Master Jiaozu told her not to tell Qianluo about this matter, saying that she was afraid that Qianluo would be sad.

Lord Godfather is really a good person, and he is especially good at taking care of other people's moods.

After cleaning the empty teapot, put the new wine back into the kitchen.When I came out of the kitchen, I met Qian Luo who had been waiting at the door for a long time—she didn't know that the scented tea she made was poisonous, she stared at the new wine with sparkling eyes, and kept asking: "How is it? Did Master God drink it? What did the Patriarch say?"

Master God Patriarch was almost poisoned to death.

She complained silently in her heart, but facing Shang Qianluo's bright eyes full of expectation, Xinjiu had no choice but to change her words, and said sincerely: "Lord Jiaozu likes it very much."

Anyway, there are only a few wisteria flowers, which should not be enough for Qianluo to make a second pot.

At worst, just pour it out secretly.

"That's great!"

Qian Luo laughed happily, clutching his heart and turning around: "Then I'll make it for the Patriarch tomorrow! No way—the wisteria seems to be insufficient."

Thinking of the shortage of raw materials, her face was filled with disappointment.Xin Jiu couldn't help but patted her head, comforting her: "You can make something else, Master Godfather will like it."

Whatever you do, don't make scented tea anyway.After all, there is only one patriarch in the entire Bliss Cult, so what if you poisoned him to death?

Qian Luo lowered his head in frustration, thought for a while, and asked, "Then I'll use the leftover wisteria flowers to make some flower cakes! Since the patriarch likes to drink scented tea, he should also like to eat flower cakes, right?"

Xinjiu hesitated for a while: "...it should be."

I hope there will be no more problems - but the scented tea before is poisonous because there are too many plants in the mix, and it should be fine if you only add wisteria flowers.

When Qianluo is ready, try it yourself first.

Back in the room, Xinjiu took out a new quilt from the closet and spread it in the corner.

The weather has entered autumn, and the night is much cooler than the day.Xinjiu was afraid of the cold, so he hugged the two thickest quilts and spread them on the floor, feeling a little worried: I won’t get rheumatism if I sleep like this?How about discussing it with the Godfather and letting me sleep on the tatami?

There is no need to share the same bed, the Master Godfather let me lie in a corner... Eh?strangeness?Why do I feel like I'm going to get rheumatism from sleeping like this?

Xinjiu's hand that was beating the pillow stopped suddenly, and she looked at her hand—clean and delicate, with thin calluses between her fingers, but with slender and beautiful joints, obviously a hand that doesn't often do rough work.Could it be that before I lost my memory, I was still a very particular person in life?

"Xinjiu, can't you sleep?"

Master Jiaozu's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Xinjiu exploded in fright!She stiffened her back and moved forward uncomfortably: "No... no, I'm still making the bed."

Scary people can really scare people to death.And... Master Patriarch is so cold!

She rubbed her arms, turned and sat down facing the Godfather: "Is the Godfather still asleep?"

Tong Mo lay back on his own bed, lazily resting his hands on his cheeks, and muttered: "I can't sleep—Xinjiu, can you sing to me? Just sing the songs I taught you during the day."

New Wine: "...Okay."

The patriarch of the night is really not too cautious to panic.

She complained like this in her heart, and first hummed to find the tune; before Xinjiu could find the tune, Tong Mo patted her quilt and looked at Xinjiu with a smile: "Come up and sing, it's so far away from me, I can't hear you." Clear~"

Xinjiu had no choice but to climb to the side of the tatami mat where Godfather slept.She carefully pulled a corner and put it on her leg, and began to hum the song according to the request of the other party. Of course, the lyrics were made up by herself, because Xinjiu only remembered the sentence "Hanging on the hook, and it must not be changed for 100 years." .

I don't know where the patriarch heard these weird songs.

After humming for a while, Xinjiu herself became a little sleepy; Tong Mo kept looking at her with interest, not only not sleepy, but also getting more and more energetic—he could hear Xinjiu's singing gradually getting quieter and gradually becoming vague. sleepy.

Poking Xinjiu's face, seeing the other party suddenly sober from the ice, Tong Mo smiled more and more cheerfully: "Xinjiu—the singing is really nice."

"You can ask me for a reward—what does Xinjiu want?"

The hand that was just poking on the cheek was replaced by a gentle touch. The cold palm was pressed against the face, as if through the soft skin, you could feel the warm blood flowing through the palm.

Tong Mo's face gradually became sickly red - he has a slightly round face, which makes him look like he is between a teenager and a young man, clean and flawless.

Every thought in my body screamed: eat her eat her eat her!

If you don't eat it, you will regret it... If you don't eat it, you will never be able to eat such a delicious girl again!

Xinjiu didn't notice Master Patriarch's gaffe, she was seriously thinking about the question he just asked: Um...rewards?It doesn't seem like there's anything in particular you want.

Chasing memories from the past?

It's just because I can't find anything I want to do at the moment, so I list it as something to be done now.If you have to get to the bottom of it, searching for the past is not that important to Xinjiu.

What does she want?

Xinjiu looked at Tong Mo in confusion - the other party also looked at him, his colorful eyes reflected his own face, clean and delicate, a bit ordinary, unremarkable and cute.

His long white oak-colored hair hung down behind him, and because of his leaning forward, some white hair fell on the back of Xin Jiu's hand.

It is more eye-catching than the moonlight falling on the ground in front of the window.

But no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, Xinjiu doesn't feel moved.She touched her heart with one hand, looked at Tong Mo blankly, and asked, "What do I want?"

I do not know.

Somehow, she felt that she didn't need anything.As long as she survived and waited for the time to pass - the things she hadn't got for the time being would surely come back to her one by one.

This is an indescribable intuition, but Xinjiu firmly believes in this concept from the bottom of its heart.

So in the end, Xinjiu shook his head: "Master Jiaozu, I am very satisfied now, I don't have anything else I want."

"Really not?"

Tong Mo looked at the girl in front of him with compassionate and gentle eyes, and his deep voice was full of temptation: "I can give you anything - the most beautiful kimono, the best food, the most beautiful jewelry, and even eternal life." .”

Xinjiu shook his head: "I already have a lot."

"That's it—" Tong Mo stroked Xin Jiu's cheek, his smile gradually widened, his sharp canine teeth pressed against his lower lip: "Our Xin Jiu is really a good boy~"

I don't know if it's the illusion of new wine—I always feel that although the canine teeth of Master Jiaozu are very cute, are they...too long?

It's just that after saying those words, Master Jiaozu turned around and fell asleep, Xin Jiu had no choice but to put away his full of doubts, and lay down with his clothes—well, Lord Godfather didn't let him leave anyway, so he could just sleep on the tatami .As expected of the Patriarch, the quilt I slept on was warmer than my two quilts folded together.

Rubbing the quilt, Xinjiu soon fell asleep.

Tong Mo opened his eyes when he noticed that Xinjiu's breathing was gradually steady; he was a ghost in the first place, and it didn't matter whether he slept or not at night, it was just to cover up his identity in front of Xinjiu.

Turning over, Tong Mo sat cross-legged next to the sleeping Xinjiu—he didn't close the window, and the cold wind of early autumn blew in, Xinjiu shivered and wrapped himself up in a ball.

Probably because the quilt was wrapped too tightly, that face was flushed with a beautiful flush.

Tong Mo frowned, and his cold index finger fell between Xinjiu's eyebrows, and the other party frowned uncomfortably.He suddenly didn't see it, but felt that his whole body was getting excited: new wine——it looks delicious.

Are human beings who have lost their memory such a delicious existence?No, it's not right... the new wine tastes good even before it loses its memory.But after amnesia, it becomes even more special.

Xinjiu, who can't remember anything, becomes a ghost, what will he remember?I look forward to it~

Tong Mo's palms were slowly closed and clenched into fists, the sharp nails pierced the palms very quickly, blood dripped on Xin Jiu's brow, meandering down her outline, and finally trickled into her lips.The girl in the dream smacked her lips and frowned in disgust.

A young man with long and short black hair stood at the door, the brick in his hand had been replaced by a quantum sword, and he was watching the scene in front of him calmly and indifferently - he stood at the door, but no one could notice his existence, except system.

The system is now like a furry cat, jumping up and down, eager to rush out and bite Tong Mo: [Holy ah, what are you doing? !It's all like this, why don't you make a move?That pervert started feeding us new wine with weird things, hey! ! 】

Seiya Longgongyuan ignored it, staring at Tong Mo very seriously, without saying a word.The system jumped in front of him and waved its hand vigorously, almost hitting Seiya's face with a slap: 【Hey hey hey!are you deafCan't you hear me? 】

Seiya grabbed the system and threw it out [He didn't threaten the manager's life, so I have no reason to do it. 】

At this moment, Tong Mo seemed to feel something in his heart, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door——the door was empty, and there was nothing there.He touched his chin, his brows and eyes slightly raised: "Is it an illusion? I always feel that there is someone standing at the door~"

Office 02 of the Plane General Administration.

Numerous codes flashed quickly on the huge projection screen, among which were many words such as [Warning], [Danger], and [High Risk].

But the appearance of these words did not affect Sorasuke's mood at all. He was still smiling, and the smile seemed a bit pervasive - as Sorasuke's slender fingers quickly danced on the keyboard, the overwhelming codes on the screen gradually became It was calm, and the belated rescue application finally passed through the turbulent flow and was sent to Air Assistant's terminal.

"Ahh~ this turbulent current, it's too timely."

Kongsuke clicked on the rescue application, and his eyes stayed on the signature: 0221.

He still had a smile on his face, but there were veins twitching on his forehead gradually: "It's really unpleasant to delay our fragile little Xinjiu's request for help."

His system shivered involuntarily, and asked hesitantly: 【Then... is this rescue report still accepted? The system of 0221 has already turned on the forced protection state, and now there is only forced return, and there is no way to send someone there. 】

"Use my authority to enable forced return... No, forget it."

Halfway through the conversation, Sorasuke suddenly changed his words.He leaned back and lay comfortably in the soft chair, with a faint smile on his lips: "Since we have entered the state of compulsory protection, then cancel this rescue application."

The system dutifully ran to destroy the rescue application.Sorasuke supported his chin with one hand, and his eyes stayed on the big screen that was already calm, "The truth makes me curious... the guy who can hack into the management system and get out of it."

"Sooner or later, I will make you regret learning to use computers. After all—except my dear brother, no one can provoke me like this."