[A Chinese Ghost Story] The Demon Lord is on top

Qimo didn't answer his words, Qiye thought for a while, and seemed to understand that this should be in his own dream.

It's just that I didn't expect that there would be Qimo even in the dream, and this little guy is still so lazy, he is also sleeping in the dream.With a smile on his lips, Qiye took down a small flower that fell by Qimo's ear with the wind, and then waded down too.

The sea of ​​flowers is very soft, and the fragrance of the flowers is also very light, which will not affect sleep at all. The breeze is like a pair of gentle hands, soothing the mind and making people drowsy.

The mood was completely relaxed. In the dream, Qiye was still by Qimo's side, Qiye felt no pressure, and all the troubles seemed to be temporarily forgotten.

The small purple flower in the hand turned unconsciously, and all the petals had fallen off. A few pink and purple flowers floated in the air with the wind, and when another gust of wind came, they were blown into the sky.Qiye looked at the blue sky, put her hands on her stomach, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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"Holy King, Holy King." There was a whisper in the ear, but Qiye seldom slept very deeply, and only paused for a few breaths before opening his eyes. There was still a bit of a dream in his black and purple pupils. Woke up suddenly.

Seeing that he had woken up, the demon servant breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's already noon, according to your order, they have already presented lunch and Shaojun's medicine, and placed them in the hall on the second floor."

"Yeah." Qiye nodded, "Go out."

The servant bowed his head and retreated, got up Qiye, soaked the towel in water and covered his face, and then slowly removed it after a while, his mind cleared up a lot.

Looking back, Qimo was still asleep, her little face was flushed, and she looked like she wanted to be bitten.Qiye indeed did so according to his own mind, and after a while, Qimo got up slowly in a daze under the spontaneous guidance of his body, put on his shoes, got out of bed, and was about to walk forward, when he threw himself on Qiye.

"Qimo." Qiye called him with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Seeing that Qimo was still full of sleepiness, Qiye knelt down and covered another wet towel on Qimo's face, and only let go when Qimo struggled slightly.

"I saw Qimo in my dream just now." Qiye smiled, "But you little slacker, you slept all the time in your dream, even brother Qiye ignored you."

Opening his bewildered eyes, Qimo felt a little strange, because he seemed to have seen Qiye in his dream just now, did they both dream of each other at the same time?

This question was fleeting in his mind, and then he found that he had already sung the empty city plan in his stomach, and followed Qiye to the outer hall.

There was already a servant waiting by the side, bringing a water basin for the two to wash their hands and serving them to sit at the dining table, but Qiye waved their hands and made them leave. Personally, he prefers to have a quiet meal. Qiye So is Mo.

The dishes on the dining table are exquisite delicacies that are no different from those eaten by ordinary human beings in the world. They are not the snakes, insects, rats, ants or human hearts that outsiders think.The demons in the Yinyue Dynasty are at least spiritually intelligent. Except for some people who eat them that can benefit their demon powers or demons who are cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, others usually eat these ordinary meals.

Before, because Qimo had just come out of the egg and her spleen and stomach were weak, she could only drink medicine and eat some digestible liquid food and fruits all day long. Now that she can finally eat the long-lost meal, she still misses it a lot.

Fortunately, he is never a picky eater, and he is quite easy to feed. As long as it can fill his stomach and is not too unpalatable, he can eat food. Otherwise, after so many meals of fruit, he must have gotten bored of eating.

Sitting on a chair specially built for herself, Qimo picked up her chopsticks and began to chew slowly. The movements were slow, but the etiquette was quite good, and she would never eat like a real five-year-old child. Messy, after all, this is something that has been engraved in the bones for more than 20 years.

Qiye picked some food for him from time to time, and looked at Qimo with great interest.He found that many things about his younger brother are amazing, such as the moment when he broke out of the shell, no one taught him to walk, but he was able to walk slowly to the corner with a piece of eggshell in a state of bewilderment , and hid.

Other than that, the list of similar situations is simply too numerous to list.Whenever he sees something, Qimo seems to know how to use it. Teacups are for holding water, books are for reading rather than tearing, etc.Of course, these are common sense that most people understand, but to Qimo, who has just been "born", everything should be unfamiliar. Although he has the body of a five-year-old child, it is reasonable to say that his intelligence should only be at the level of a baby.

After thinking about it, Qiye can only attribute these to Qimo's innate intelligence, maybe he has observed the outside world unknowingly in the egg and recorded them down.

It can be seen from this that the younger brother's accusation and so on are really not Qimo's temporary complaints.

"Does Qimo want to learn magic?" Seeing that Qimo was almost eating well, Qiye suddenly said this.

Qimo looked up and found that Qiye's eyes did not seem to be joking, so he said, "It's fine for Qiye to decide."

Qiye smiled, "Teacher Jing's rich knowledge is second to none in the entire magic palace and even in the world, and his divination skills are also very powerful. Qimo always needs to learn some spells that are enough to protect himself. If there are any other interests, you can also include them." Study, I will let Teacher Jing choose the one that suits you. However, you can’t sleep all the time in the future.”

Qimo nodded. In fact, he doesn't like to sleep very much. Long-term sleep is a physical need, but it's not a hobby.In the past, he liked to read books, listen to music, and write programs. He once held the epic poem of Homer in his arms for several days, almost without sleep. After losing several laps, he opened his mouth to scold him.

Now that it has been discussed, the two of them are going to go to the mirror after lunch.

Outside Jing Wuyuan's residence, there were still those strange plants, but it was himself who came to open the door.

"Teacher is not feeling well, why don't you rest more?" Qiye asked with concern.

Except for his pale face, Jing Wuyuan seemed to have nothing wrong with him, and said with a smile, "It's just a small problem, thank you Shengjun for your concern."

As he said that, he glanced at Qimo, and continued, "Shengjun, do you want Shaojun to study with you?"

"Nothing can be hidden from the teacher's eyes." Qiye nodded, "Qimo's health is much better now, and the mother doesn't want him to sleep all the time. If he wants him to learn something, it would be best to follow Teacher Jing."

"The Empress Dowager and Shengjun love each other." Jing Wuyuan suddenly remembered something, and said, "The book that Shengjun asked Wuyuan to look for a few days ago, Wuyuan has already found it, and it is on the second floor of the bookshelf inside."

"Teacher doesn't have to go in person, I'll just go get it." Qiye stopped his movements, turned and walked into the study.

Qiye's figure disappeared, and Jing Wuyuan looked at Qimo again. This kind of gaze also made Qimo affirm that it was not his illusion before.

Jing Wuyuan's gaze was really complicated, at least when Qimo raised his head to meet him, he could feel the kindness and indifference, contradictory emotions, and unpredictable emotions in it.

"What does Shaojun want to learn?" Jing Wuyuan coughed twice, and sat back on the chair, "Young gentleman can read everything in Wuyuan's room before making a decision."

Spells must be taught, after all, this is something that every demon should know. What Mirror Missing Means is to ask Qimo to choose another one.

"Divination." Qimo replied without looking at anything else.

"Oh?" Jing Wuyuan was a little curious, "Why does Shaojun want to learn this, and want to know his future destiny?"

Qimo shook her head slowly, and replied very seriously: "Divination, you just need to look."

Jing Wuyuan instantly understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on his lips. It seems that Qimo thinks divination is very easy, and he doesn't need to do anything to choose.

"Divination is not suitable for young master at his age. Wu Yuan suggests that young master should choose something else." Although Jing Wuyuan's voice is gentle, it cannot be changed.

Hearing his tone, Qimo bowed her head, and didn't insist anymore.Slowly walking through the displayed items, Qimo looked at Yaoqin for a while, and Yuxiao for a while, and finally stopped in front of a blue bead, picked it up, and said softly: "What is this?" ?”

"This is the tear of the blue devil." Jing Wuyuan's voice came from above his head. Qimo looked up at him, but saw him squatting down, took the tear of the blue devil, and said, "a tear that the blue devil shed before he died turned into a tear." The pearl is the tear of the blue devil. You should have read the little note of the blue devil, and there is no need to say more about the function of the tear of the blue devil."

Seeing Jing Wuyuan's nostalgic look, Qimo expressed her understanding. After all, Lan Mo is his own sister, so it's okay to keep this as a souvenir.

Qimo turned her head away, no longer curious about this, but she didn't see Lan Mozhi's tear, which had lost the control of Jing Wuyuan's spell, her body trembled slightly, shining brightly.