The Diary of the Cultivation of the Little Dragon God

Ao Bing lay on the chair, reached out to touch the grapes in the glass plate, and held a book in the other hand, reading with relish with the sweet grapes.His stomach is already very obvious, even if he is wearing a special protective fairy clothes, he can still see the blurred outline.

The chair shook a few times and stopped. Instead of opening the book, he looked at the crayfish soldier who ran into the kiosk out of breath, and asked in confusion, "Why are you in such a hurry? Is there something to do? Sit down and have a sip of tea first."

Crayfish hurriedly waved his hands, "It's good that His Highness is here, I thought you..."

"Are you worried that something will happen to me?" Ao Bing smiled, "I want to go out for a walk, but you saw it too, where can I go wearing this clothes?"

Clothes are made of scales that are close to the dragon's neck. Compared with those made of inverse scales, the effect is slightly weakened, but it is the best protective cover for pregnant dragons.

Moreover, Ao Bing's clothes were casted with spells by Ao Yi, and even the most powerful attacks could be easily dispelled. In addition, the dragon's unique birth-safety curse could ensure the peaceful growth of Xiaodan in the next few months.

But there is only one thing that he doesn't like. There are restrictions on his clothes. As long as he takes a step out of the Dragon Palace, a large group of shrimp soldiers and crabs will rush from all directions to persuade him to go back and have a good rest.

In the first few days after he came back, Ao Bing had such experiences at least three times a day. Over time, because he felt sorry for their bodies, he settled down and stayed in the Dragon Palace to raise the fetus obediently.

Although he didn't know at all, why the anti-pregnancy period came earlier than when he was pregnant with Xiaoqiu.

"Your Highness loves the little ones, and the little ones know it well. But His Highness also understands His Majesty's temper, and His Majesty has ordered the young ones to stay by His Highness's side no matter what this time, to protect the safety of His Highness and Little Highness." .”

Ao Bing smiled again when he heard the words, "But your magic power is not as strong as mine?" Crayfish was a little embarrassed, he laughed twice, bowed his head and began to drink tea.

"Did brother tell you something else?"

Crayfish shook his head, "Your Majesty has been to Tiangong these few days. Before leaving, he just ordered us to keep an eye on Dragon Palace, and don't let idlers disturb His Highness's rest."

"Brother is really caring."

Crayfish sat for a while, and left quickly due to his responsibilities.Ao Bing watched him leave, reached out to touch his stomach, and said softly, "I don't know what happened to Nezha and the others."

After learning that she returned to the Dragon Palace early to recuperate, she should take good care of Xing'er and wait for her to go home in the mansion, right?Ao Bing was full of thoughts and thought a lot, and at the end, he fell asleep unknowingly.

This time he had a rare dream. In the dream, there was Nezha and him. When they were young, they were high-spirited, pointed at the world, and looked fearless.

Later, they consecrated the gods and worshiped the heavens and the earth, got the blessings of the gods to get married, gave birth to cute and obedient little balls, and now there are many little babies who can inherit the surname Ao.

A happy life is probably as simple as that.

In the dream Ao Bing was smiling, but in reality the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.The warm sun penetrated into the deep sea in the afternoon, covering his body lightly, as if it had been plated with a layer of gold, making him gentle and friendly.

There is peace in the Dragon Palace, but there is some chaos on the shore.

Nezha has already circled the house several times, not to mention the circles, but also to sigh, and every time he sighs, he will scare off a piece of wood from the little ball's hand.

The wood is a thank you gift from Xuanwu. It has various shapes and colors. When the balls are received, they are counted one by one. There are seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

And the shape is more abundant, square and round, big and small, and the tentacles have no burrs.Just build and play like this, a small bag can last a whole day.

On the day I got it, the ball spelled out a blue dragon, which was a small Ao Binglong.In the evening, he spelled out a man in red with a gun, saying it was Nezha, who was disgusted by Nezha for a while, and even claimed that he was never such a fool, causing Xiao Qiu to giggle beside him.

"Li Suixing, do you think it would be more effective if I single-handedly go to the Dragon Palace to rescue your mother now, rather than waiting for Master and the others to come up with a plan?"

I don't know when Nezha began to call Xiaoqiu by his full name. At first Xiaoqiu thought he was going to reprimand him, but he sat upright every time, as if humbly asking for advice.But Nezha would say some irrelevant things every time, and Xiao Qiu gradually relaxed, talking to him casually.

Sometimes he really wondered, how did such a naive father take down his smart and beautiful mother?Is it because of his excessively strong force or his culinary skills that were so bad that people from all over the world came to beg him not to catch fire, or maybe, mother doesn't like him at all, but because he has her own reasons in his hands, so she committed herself to follow him By his side, waiting for the moment to kill him?

If this is the case, once the mother achieves her goal, will she abandon herself?Every time I think of this, Xiaoqiu will secretly hide in the quilt to wipe away tears.

Xiaoqiu, who doesn't have a mother by her side, has to face this immature father all day long, and has to support the retired grandparents.If the heavens can award an award for touching the world, I will definitely be on the list.

"Li Suixing, did you hear what I said?"

Xiaoqiu raised his head from the building blocks that were at the same height as his own eyebrows, and said earnestly, "I'm listening. Father, do you want to listen to me?" Nezha made a gesture, expressing that he would like to hear more about it.

"I think this matter can be discussed in the long term." What if Nyonya is in a hurry to rob people?What if Niang chooses to break the jar because of this, instead of taking back the handle and leaving directly, what should he do?

I'm so tired, I'm three years old, I want Niang Bing to hug me to sleep.

Nezha didn't notice the little Jiujiu in his heart at all, when he heard his son's suggestion, his eyes lit up, he quickly walked over to sit next to him, and put a building block the size of his palm for him very graciously.

Then, as Xiao Qiu expected, the octagonal pavilion he had built for more than half an hour collapsed.

"Well, son, will Dad give you a smile?"

small ball:"……"

"Father, can't you be more mature? Look like a human being, no, like an adult." Xiaoqiu let out a long breath and rebuilt his own star observation tower.

Nezha's complexion changed a lot, and he almost put the weird four-colored faces of the Four Heavenly Kings on his face. After a long silence, he grinned again, "Son, I will apologize to you. In this way, my father and mother are not at home at noon, so we will When the two of you are eating, dad will cook for you and make you a delicious meal. Is it okay?"

"I forgive you." I don't want to be bowed by a group of grandpas again, it's really sad to see.

"You just said you want to grow up, how do you grow up?" Nezha moved closer, poking his son's puffy face from time to time.

In the past, I thought that having a child would destroy the two-person world between myself and Bing'er, but now this child is born so much like Bing'er, that he has learned a little bit of his temperament, and raising a baby has become a joy.

It's a pity that this child is no longer as clingy to him as before, which is a pity.

Xiao Qiu took the building blocks to build the foundation, "Naturally, mother has her own business to do when she returns to the Dragon Palace, and it may be the Dragon Clan's own business. Dad, you ran over without thinking, it's okay if the matter is not serious. But if you don't What happened to Uncle Hei Jiaolong back then, it’s useless for you to kneel down and destroy ten washboards. So, calm down and wait for the arrangement of Master and Grandfather. If their plan is not as good as yours, it’s not too late to rush out. You Say it right?"

Nezha's expression gradually changed from impatience at first to surprise, which was mixed with some approval. After a while, he asked, "Who taught you these? How can a three-year-old know so much? Could it be C I have a secret message with you?"

Xiaoqiu rolled her eyes secretly, "When my mother was three years old, she could defeat several gods who were taller than him. When you were three years old, you could move mountains around, and you could make many spirits who had cultivated for a long time call you big brother!" , is it strange that I look like this now?"

In front of Nezha, even the most humble and polite child would have the urge to hit someone.

Nezha said: "That's true. Then guess what Bing'er is going back this time?"

"I don't know, but I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter to go in such a haste." Xiaoqiu pushed Nezha's troublesome hand away, embraced the already formed foundation, and moved a little to the side, "Father, would you like some cake or something?" Have a cup of tea and take a break? I saw that you just turned around so many times, don't you feel dizzy?"

"No dizziness, I can turn in circles since I was a child. Do you want to see it? I can still turn."

"No, no, I have to finish this. If you really can't spare, help me sort the wood into categories, and arrange the same color by size. It will be more convenient for me to carry."

Nezha nodded and clicked his tongue, "As expected of Bing'er and my child, he is really extremely smart."

No matter how smart you are, you still look like a mother. It has nothing to do with you.The little ball complained.

After Xiaoqiu finished building the first floor, a girl came to treat her to lunch.The father and son didn't struggle much, they got up and went out. Before going out, Xiao Qiu worriedly placed an enchantment on the pile of building blocks.

If there is another person who is more stupid than his father, he will really breathe fire.

Before reaching the dining room, the aroma of the food has already wafted.Nezha lightly squeezed Xiao Qiu's hand, and exchanged glances with him.

Is our food so delicious?

It may be that grandma went to another aunt's house to get special spices.

Which spice can be so fragrant?Fairy?

who knows.

Xiaoqiu shrugged, the action was almost over, and saw a few cooks coming in with dishes.The fragrance immediately filled the whole hall, and a group of servants and maids gathered around, not to mention, ghosts were lying on the barrier outside the mansion one after another, a mandrill that was drooling almost frightened the little ball to jump up from the spot.

"Father?" Xiao Qiu tugged at Nezha's sleeve.

Nezha hummed, and waved his hands to form a new barrier, driving away those spirits who came to break through the barrier, and then said thoughtfully: "I seem to have smelled this smell before, just for a while. I can’t remember when and where I came into contact with it. But I can be sure, this is definitely not a dish that mortals can cook.”

"Could it be that mother came back?" If it's not a mortal, it's a fairy.Anyway, those ghosts who can only eat, how can they have such powerful skills.And who can make such a wonderful taste, except for his mother, there will be no second fairy.

Xiaoqiu deliberately forgot about Ao Bing's spoiled egg custard and lumpy noodles, and praised him wholeheartedly.

Nezha said: "I also feel like your mother. Look, there are clams and lobsters, which are only things in their Dragon Palace." Then he turned to ask the girl next to him, "It is the young lady who is back. ?"

The girl was stunned, she seemed a bit embarrassed, "No..."

"You want to say it's good, don't you?" Nezha vaguely remembered that the girl in front of him had a big tongue, and her words were always hesitating.

After he came to a conclusion on his own, he picked up the ball and sat down, and urged the servant who was staring at the roast chicken to go to the kitchen to invite someone.The servant was powerless to respond, and reluctantly went to the kitchen.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Bing'er's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Son, I have an idea. Maybe this time your mother came back to the Dragon Palace just to learn cooking skills. He is so talented that he only spent a few days learning so many good dishes, so Just couldn’t resist coming back and showing us.”

But what if it is just to learn how to poison more skillfully?Little Ball thought furtively.

"Nezha, little Xingxing, are you all here? I still have a soup that hasn't been served, you guys eat first, you're welcome." The high-pitched voice came from far to near.

Hearing the sound, the two immediately sat up straight at the same time.Goodbye, I dropped my chopsticks directly.

Why did my Bing'er/Mother have a big beard?