After wearing the book, I broke the plot

Probably this kid is really stupid, Song Qi hugged him and searched around the town but no one was willing to adopt him.

Unknowingly, I turned to the last house on the corner. There were festive Spring Festival couplets pasted on both sides of the wooden door of this house. There was also a door god statue of Zhen Xie Chong pasted on the wooden door. There was a dilapidated door plaque hanging on it, and the word "Wang Family" was faintly visible.

He stepped forward to knock on the door knocker, waited for a while, the door opened with a creak, and the warm red lantern light leaked in through the crack of the door, illuminating the face of a middle-aged woman.

The woman's face was full of bitterness and bitterness, her eyes fell from Song Qi's face to the child in his arms, and she asked hesitantly: "I don't know this fairy..."

Song Qi smiled decently, and turned the child's face away like a modern pyramid scheme, explaining why he came here: "I just walked around this town, and I heard that Wang's couple have been married for ten years and haven't had a son yet, so I thought Are you willing to adopt this child?"

She said kindly and kindly: "If you and your wife are willing, I will leave a sum of money enough to raise this child, and you can live in peace in troubled times."

The woman was moved: "This..."

Xiaotuanzi turned his head back, buried his head in Song Qi's chest, and tightly hooked his neck.

At this moment, a man's rough voice came from the room: "Who is it!"

The woman opened the door a little, took a step back and said, "Please come in, my lord, I am a woman, and I have to discuss this matter with my husband."

There is a play!

Song Qi was overjoyed, his face was unpredictable, he stepped into the courtyard gate with a single step.

It was the day of family reunion, the host came out of the room drunk, looked Song Qi up and down, then pointed at the woman and cursed: "Where did you get such a pretty face, his mother?" There are children!"

Song Qi frowned.

Xiaotuanzi's arms around his neck became tighter and tighter.

The woman on the other side shrank her neck and said submissively: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the fairy who came to subjugate the demon, and asked us if we would like to adopt a child."

The male master spat: "Where is the fairy king, I will pay back the devil king, and want me to raise children for you and the little boy, I'll bah!"

The woman walked up to the man and pulled him aside, and said in a low voice: "The fairy said that if we are willing to adopt the child, he will give us a sum of money to settle down. Their immortal cultivators are always generous, so we might as well take the child away first." Accept it."

Song Qi heard it clearly: "..."

The hostess was persuaded, and his thoughts changed, the two whispered to each other, and when they turned their heads to look at Song Qi again, their eyes were already more flattering, and he walked closer to look at the little dumpling in his arms who didn't want to show his face, and asked, "But this is it? "

Song Qi nodded in agreement.

A loving smile appeared on the woman's face: "Boy, turn your head and let us see."

Song Qi was hesitant, but he still made Xiaotuanzi turn his face away.

I saw that Xiaotuanzi had a cockfighting look, his mouth was slightly opened, and the halazi was dripping down.

Women: "..."

Man of the house:"......"

Song Qi: "???"

The woman hesitated: "This..."

Song Qi hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe Xiaotuanzi's saliva, and tried his best to sell him: "Don't look at him like this now, but take it back and raise him. This is the aftereffect of freezing for a long time. The drooling is because he smells the smell and is hungry. gone."

"Let's go, let's not raise a fool!"

In the end Song Qi was blasted out by a broom.

There was snow falling on the steps, and there were two people sitting there, an immortal in white and a child in scantily clad clothes.

The white-clothed fairy brows were full of sorrow, seeing the child shaking from the cold, he took off the expensive fox fur and wrapped it around him, the child tilted his head and looked at him innocently.

The two looked at each other silently for a while, the child rubbed over, put his arms around Song Qi's neck, buried his head on his chest, and stammered: "Don't...throw me, I... I don't eat much..."

Song Qi's face like a crown of jade turned red all of a sudden.

So... so cute!

Song Qi said: "Then shall I take you back to the sect?"

Anyway, before he crossed over, the original owner had already rescued countless orphans, one more should be nothing...

Right?

The little head buried in his chest nodded. With this nod, Song Qi realized that Xiaotuanzi's fluffy hair was stained with dark red blood. He frowned, and sniffed it to the tip of his nose. It was indeed blood. .

Lifting Xiaotuanzi out of his arms, he asked, "Where did your head hurt?"

Xiaotuanzi stared at him blankly and said nothing.

Song Qi pulled him over, and carefully inspected the back of Xiaotuanzi's head. Seeing that there was no wound, it must have been accidentally scratched somewhere.

Only after looking at it did I realize that Xiao Tuanzi looks like a jade carving, with watery peach blossom eyes, red lips and white teeth, very cute like Yuxue.

Song Qi changed his mind and said: "What's your name, do you remember?"

Xiaotuanzi sincerely performed the performance that a mentally handicapped child should have.

Song Qi said: "Then I will call you Sui Sui for the time being."

It is taken from the year in "The sound of firecrackers kills the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu".

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Qi got up, picked up the dumpling, and stepped on the long steps back to the mountain gate.

After walking to the middle of the moon and not reaching the mountainside, Song Qi was exhausted and had to sit down and rest for a while.

Xiaotuanzi in his arms blinked, waved and said, "Brother... Feifeifei."

A blush appeared on Song Qi's face, and he said unnaturally: "I'm not used to Yujian yet."

Mainly because of the fear of falling.

If I had known that I had passed through yesterday, I would have taken tuition overnight!

In the original text, the original owner didn't pick up this little dumpling. It is likely that Yu Jian was the original owner when he went down the mountain, and he walked step by step.

Speaking of his wearing a book, I was also very surprised. He was obviously rescuing a patient on the operating table, but his vision blurred, and he opened his eyes again and passed into this book. Coincidentally, this book is still the one who is being rescued. Amway went to see the patient before.

It is said that his illness originated from this article, and if he wants to be cured, he must find clues from the article.

Originally, Song Qi only thought that he was talking nonsense, and only went to watch it with the mentality of respecting the dying person. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Song Qi beat his chest and stomped his feet, regretting his mistake.

In a corner where Song Qi couldn't see, Xiaotuanzi looked at Song Qi quietly, with playfulness in his eyes, no dementia.

Back at the Xuanzhen Sect, the New Year’s Eve banquet is almost over. The juniors and younger sisters are all setting off fireworks in the square where they used to practice swords. It is rare to laugh and laugh in the formerly pure fairy gate. These young disciples play.

Song Qi straightened his clothes, led Tuanzi through the square with a solemn face.There was a small calculation in my heart, if the juniors and juniors were too forgetful to see him, they would sneak back to the room and don't have to give gifts, if they saw him...

Before I finished thinking, I heard a crisp sentence: "Elder brother!"

Followed by: "Brother is back——"

This sound gathered true energy and resounded through the sky.

Soon Song Qi was surrounded by a large group of brothers and sisters, and he heard the boys say in unison: "Brother, happy new year, all diseases will disappear!"

Song Qi: "..."

Distributed the gifts and New Year's money that the original owner had prepared in advance to the younger brothers and sisters. When he got away, he was so hungry that his chest was on his back. He took some rice porridge and pastries from the kitchen, and when he returned to the room, he saw Xiaotuanzi sitting on the table. By the bed, shaking his calf and looking around curiously.

Song Qi hugged him to the stool and sat down, and fed him rice porridge spoon by spoon, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't prepared a New Year's gift for him yet, so he asked, "What New Year's gift does Sui Sui want?"

Xiaotuanzi looked at him with bright eyes without blinking, looking forward to it.

Song Qi poked his spiritual sense into the empty storage ring and looked around. After giving out gifts, he was so poor that he seemed to be unable to give anything valuable.

Finally, a copper plate was found from the corner of the ashes.

Song Qi coughed and said with difficulty: "You are young, so I won't give you too much lucky money."

When hanging the copper plate on Xiaotuanzi's neck with a thread, Song Qi didn't even dare to look at Xiaotuanzi's expression.But it shouldn't matter if he is stupid, right?

Having had enough hastily, Song Qi made the bed and wanted Xiaotuanzi to sleep in the side room, but Xiaotuanzi kept holding him and never let go.

Song Qi thought to himself that children, especially children with a little mental retardation, should be quite afraid of going to a strange environment, so he didn't insist anymore, carried Xiaotuanzi to his bed, undressed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon was shining brightly, and cold light poured in from the window, illuminating three inches of the room. The fairy in white on the bed was breathing evenly, and beside him was the exquisite little dumpling lying on top of him, staring at him unknowingly. how long.

Suddenly, the innocent and lovely child elongated and transformed into a bewitching red-clothed man in an instant.

His pupils were red, and he leaned sideways on Song Qi's body. With his knuckle-boned fingers, he brushed Xianjun's thick and slender eyelashes, and there was a dark sparkle in his eyes.

After a long while, a deep and melodious male voice sounded like the sound of a zither in the silent night sky.

He said: "My name is Jiu Chong."

Leaning down, the man in red picked up a strand of Xianjun's hair in white, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and smiled with his eyes bent: "It's so fragrant...it looks delicious."