The veterinary sister paper of Fengshen

Yang Jian hugged the little girl on the bed. Since she was two or three years old and could move freely, Ning Xiang, who has never been hugged by Daddy Su like a doll, is another time in his arms to feel the opposite sex coming into adulthood. The unique mature breath of men.Yang Jian didn't notice that the little girl in his arms had already blushed half of the cheeks, and the cloud-like pink glow smudged on the little girl's pink and tender face, like a freshly ripe peach, charming and mouth-watering.

The screen went backwards until the third night after entering the formation, and the sky was getting darker. After searching for this day, I still couldn't find any clues to get out of the formation. It was time to go to bed and rest after a tiring day.

Ningxiang naturally enjoys the special treatment of having a big bed exclusively, while Yang Jian keeps his back to the big bed and stands by the fire to watch the fire go out.

Looking at the jumping flames brought back Yang Jian's memories not long ago. He recalled that the little girl Ningxiang stared at the fire with her curious eyes, and asked, "Uncle, how did you light the fire?" What?" In fact, Ning Xiang, who didn't know the truth at that time, thought that Yang Jian was casting a spell. The intention of asking this was just to see the magic of the fairy family. After all, there is no such shop after passing this village. If you can't be lucky enough to meet a familiar fairy again?

Looking forward to seeing the uncle's thud and thump, Ning Xiang, who ignited with sparks flying everywhere, looked at Yang Jian with piercing eyes.

And as she wished, Yang Jian focused on the lower part of the firewood, and the stones held in his fingertips shot into the woodpile like a flying arrow galloping out, sparks jumped out like sparks among the lightning and flint, and the fire ignited .Ningxiang opened her small mouth, she didn't even see what was going on, she thought it was amazing.

It was easy to see her admiration and confusion from the simple and straightforward expression of the little girl, but Yang Jian is a man of few words, so naturally he would not explain to the little girl that this is not some fairy magic, but some ingenious ideas That's all.

Don't think that any random stone has such a miraculous effect. The stone contained in the fingertips is a flint that is easily rubbed and collided with sparks. The underside of the pyre is flammable dry grass. The exuberant flames spread out like a greedy long snake, and the flames eroded the yellow and dry branches and leaves on the picked branches. After a while, it intensified and became the raging fire in Ningxiang's eyes, dispelling the gloom in the cave cold.

The crackling sound of burning branches added a lot of lively accompaniment to the concerto between the two of them. Even with Yang Jian's cold and quiet presence, the atmosphere in the cave would not become silent and awkward.What's more, Ning Xiangna has never rested, chirping and asking endlessly like playing music like a cheerful little sparrow. The little girl's delicate and soft voice is full of surprises and seems lively and joyful, but because of this sweet and melodious and Not offensive.

Yang Jian remembers that after the little girl learned the truth, she wanted to learn from him many times, but she didn't figure out the trick and lacked the strength, so she tried many times to no avail.To his surprise, the little girl didn't cry in frustration. On the contrary, she became more and more frustrated and courageous. In the end, she directly learned the primitive skill of drilling wood to make fire. Blisters, redness and swelling, and no sound.

If it wasn't for the trembling of hands at the end, scalded by the splashing sparks, and the uncontrollable exclamation of pain, Yang Jian grabbed her hand in desperation and looked at it. Yang Jian, who loved the little girl, ordered her not to do such dangerous actions again.

Knowing that Yang Jian with such a solemn expression defies Ning Xiang, who cannot be provoked, he is obedient and honest. Ning Xiang, who was still thinking about uncle being a hegemonic power, seemed to hear Uncle Yang Jian's deep laughter and looked up. At first glance, the uncle's solemn expression was gone. Now his brows and eyes are narrowed, the corners of his eyes are up, and the corners of his lips are curved. Ningxiang is puzzled by the gentleness that has just melted like an iceberg. fall.

However, the high-cold male god is pretending to be mysterious at this time, which makes Ningxiang's heart itch, but she doesn't know why.Yang Jian couldn't help laughing again when he thought of the few black beards that appeared out of thin air on the little girl's fair and pink face.

Looking at the twisted cloth rope that the little girl Ningxiang has worked so hard to twist, at first, she wondered that Ningxiang was sucking milk there, but the cloth in her hand didn't move at all. I couldn't bear to see the little girl's tired hands shaking , without any grades, Yang Jian took the cloth in his hand, and tore it lightly back and forth a few times, and a large sheet of cloth became a neat and smooth strip.

Looking at the semi-finished product in her hand, Ning Xiang wanted to cry without tears. After a few days passed, and the injury on her foot was almost healed, she realized that she had turned back into a handicapped party, and she was used to opening her mouth and stretching out her hand Twelve years have passed in the days of the eldest lady, who can understand Ningxiang's sadness when she finds out that she can't be independent, self-reliant and well-fed?

Back then, not to mention that she was a female man who carried rice on her shoulders without panting and kicked hooligans without panic, at least she was comparable to Sister Lin who couldn't carry rice on her shoulders or lift her hands!Now I can't even tear the cloth, and I have to bother the male god, I am ashamed and excited.

Yang Jian used his innate power, bravery, and bravery, which were praised by all the immortals, to do small things for the little girl that ordinary men would disdain to do, and he didn't feel that his identity would be compromised.The gentleman is far away from the kitchen robe, and he doesn't care about family affairs, he helps the little girl and makes it easy, so considerate and thoughtful.

Ning Xiang bit her sleeve, expressing with great sorrow, that I will not be able to marry the male god, and I have become an old girl.

But Ningxiang knew clearly that this was just a short-lived dream, and she had to wake up when the time came. She couldn't let go of her family members who were worried about her, just for the uncle's considerate tenderness and the little throbbing affection in her heart at this time.As for Yang Jian, not to mention that he doesn't have the slightest affection for her, more importantly, he still has his unfinished pursuits and responsibilities.

The more beautiful the dream, the more painful it is to wake up.Indulging in illusory dreams is ridiculous, no matter what, it's just a sleepless night...

Ning Xiang shook her head, leaving those undue worries behind, and Yang Jian found that the little girl changed overnight. When getting along with him, she became more natural and unrestrained. He thought it was the two of them getting along. After a long time, Ningxiang became more and more relaxed when she felt at ease.

No, seeing Yang Jian leaping easily, lying on the twisted rope, with a kind of free and unrestrained leisure, Ningxiang, who was also jealous, started the second apprenticeship without bumping into the south wall and not looking back. trip.

In fact, Yang Jian who cultivates the soul body does not need to sleep, but he can't bear to refuse the little girl's kindness and waste her hard work, so Yang Jian followed the little girl's wish and slept on a rope like a little dragon girl .

"Yeah! Help..."

"Um, hey, yo!"

"Huh, ha..."

Ning Xiang found that learning this really requires talent, Yang Jian concentrated his attention, and stared at the little girl with his eyes half open, watching the little girl fall down from time to time, ready at any time, stretching out his long arms, and holding the little girl like a chicken. The girl was caught.

This thrill made Yang Jian's heart beat faster, and the effort and energy he spent was more tiring than fighting with the hairy monkey for three days and three nights.

In the end, Ningxiang gave up her unattainable dream, and stayed on the bed obediently. Yang Jian thought that the little girl was finally willing to rest for a while, but who knew that the little girl was sitting on the bed, and she had another whim after a while.Sacrifice the Xiaotian dog to the little girl, but he didn't survive for long.Ningxiang's big and clever eyes rolled round and round, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. She came up with a new trick and looked at the twisted rope and smiled mischievously.

Staring at the powerful and considerate male god and his strong arms covered under the sleeves, Ningxiang studied and remembered the heroines of Korean dramas, and often acted coquettishly: "Uncle..." Ningxiang Before the end of this continuous sound, Yang Jian on the other end couldn't sit still.

He, who was always particular about his image, shook his shoulders, as if all of a sudden, he easily shook out the hairy feeling in his heart and the non-existent goosebumps when he heard the strange voice of the little girl.

"How do you talk?" Thinking about where the little girl learned this ambiguous and awkward way of speaking, Yang Jian scolded seriously, "Speak well."

It's a pity that Yang Jian, who considers himself a strict father, can't restrain Ning Xiang, who is in the mood for being funny. She sees that this trick is going to fail, so she quickly sacrifices the magic weapon.The big watery black eyes just stared at him silently, and there seemed to be thousands of words in the eyes, which turned into silent requests and faint grievances at this moment.

Unable to bear the little girl's shy and pitiful grievance, Yang Jian turned his face away, stared at the sky outside, and compromised with a lack of tone: "Tell me, what do you want to do again?" She just caught the weakness of a certain cold-faced and soft-hearted male god. She is proficient in business and hastened to seize the time, strike while the iron is hot, rob while the fire is hot, fish in troubled waters, and take advantage of it...

"I want to go out on a swing." Because of Ningxiang's words, the paper tiger Yang Jian worked hard to find a wooden plank, turned the twisted rope into a magic, and turned it into a simple swing frame.

Ningxiang stared at the swing frame hesitantly, shaking her paw tentatively a few times, and then asked the reliable male god Yang Jian for verification: "Uncle, is this really all right? Did the inspection pass? It's handmade, but it's still a Sanwu product after all..." Not knowing what words the little girl was chanting, Yang Jian remained silent, staring at Ningxiang, who was deliberately mischievous, without saying a word.

Originally, I expected the uncle to see her so ignorant and uncooperative attitude, he exploded directly, and the plan to lift himself up with his long arms or hold the swing frame ended up dead in his womb, Ning Xiang finally stopped messing After a moth came out, he sat on the swing frame peacefully.

Yang Jian saw the little girl sitting on the swing, holding the rope tightly with both hands, and immediately put her two big hands on both sides, and with such a light push, the swing carrying Ningxiang became a high place, and went down and up again following the inertia .Yang Jian also strode back. After about a certain distance, he stopped, crossed his arms, and folded his hands at the side.

When he saw that the swing angle of the swing gradually became smaller, he stepped forward to let it shake again.

Hearing Ningxiang's happy laughter, Yang Jian immediately showed a comfortable smile, which was very light and faint, but it was obvious that the feeling around him was warm at this time.

"what!"

Hearing Ningxiang's familiar exclamation, Yang Jian raised his eyes, and his heart almost stopped beating in fright.At some point, Ning Xiang had thrown off the rope and flew out of the swing.Seeing the little girl closing her eyes tightly and screaming in fear, Yang Jian quickly tapped her toes, jumped up, hugged the little girl with her long arms, and took the little girl into her arms.

Before he landed firmly, Yang Jian, who was hanging in mid-air, felt the warm breath of the little girl exhaling, and kept patting on his neck, which stimulated his soft heart that no one could see, and made him feel uncomfortable when he landed. Pay attention, he swayed and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he consciously let the little girl in his arms fall on top of him without any harm.

At this time, Xiao Tiangou, who was playing wildly in the distance, ran over and circled the person lying on the ground curiously, asking Yang Jian what fun game they were playing.

Yang Jian hadn't had time to feel the softness of the little girl's embrace against his chest before he woke up with a start. Yang Jian, who felt something was wrong, got up and stood up, but at this moment, Ningxiang, who had been silent for a long time, let out an "ouch".

It turned out that when she stood up and stood up, Ningxiang, who was in a turmoil, didn't pay attention, and her unhealthy foot stepped on the stone and sprained again, and now she became a sick patient with inconvenient walking.

Needless to say, seeing Ning Xiang like this, Yang Jian didn't care to sort out his thoughts, and subconsciously hugged the teary-eyed little girl.

The ambiguous affection hidden in the hug faded away so easily, Yang Jian didn't care about the slight throbbing in his heart at this time.On this day, the elegant and delicate fragrance of Ningxiang's body unknowingly infiltrated Erlang Shen Yang Jian's indestructible heart as cold as ice and snow.

From then on, he planted a seed in his unshakable Taoist heart, and one day, the seed will germinate when it meets the sun and rain, and quietly, the tender body will stretch out.Only then did Yang Jian realize that the first second of throbbing in his heart was the touching sweet smile that bloomed on the corner of the little girl's lips when they were face to face and hugged at the closest distance.