Miss Jiguo

In addition to daily chatting about the composition of the religious group and the information of believers, the gods will also pester the beacon in his spare time, asking him to talk about his past.

Of course, it will talk about Tong Mo's parents. She is lying among the flowers, supporting her cheeks with her two slender arms, looking up at the boy sitting on the mat, and asking:

"What kind of people are Tong Mo's parents? Are they gentle and good-looking people like you?"

Although she is said to be a god, but at this time, she looks like a little girl pestering her parents to tell herself a story.

And Dao Biao, who is always willing to answer her various questions, subtly shows a thoughtful expression when encountering topics related to her parents.

Tong Mo put away the golden fan, and pressed the fan handle against his chin.He maintained that movement, looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to beckon the woman to come over, and whispered truthfully in her ear:

"He is indeed a very gentle person. He is very gentle to all female believers. Not only that, but his time planning ability is also very strong. He can listen to each of them in one night..."

"Although he explained things like 'there are many ways to love', my mother still couldn't understand it...so they went one night..."

"However, he is very strong in spells, and he successfully awakened you after that. It's just that he is addicted to this way and often doesn't go home..."

Tong Mo introduced everything that happened to her to the woman, and spoke in a flat tone about the chaotic relationship that the gods could not understand.

The young man's natural memory is terribly good, and he recalled the past without missing any details.Coupled with his narrative style of staying out of the way, Kami feels like he is speeding through a judgment book.

At first, she sorted out the order of appearance of the female believers following the stories told by Tong Mo, but before she knew how many people appeared on the scene, Tong Mo began to talk about the concept of love.

The woman can only anxiously follow Tong Mo's progress, and silently analyze the man's ever-changing concept of love.It's a pity that this scumbag was really unclear, which made her walk directly into a logical dead end, and began to hug her head and refuse to continue thinking.

God, whose mind was in confusion, finally only heard the summary of Tong Mo's last sentence "He is such a gentle man".

...How kind is my Beacon, that he would feel that this kind of person is gentle.

An unbelievable feeling washed over the mind of the god, and with a dazed face, she subconsciously retorted, "I don't think so."

Although through this period of getting along, she has established a relationship of mutual trust with her Beacon, and she will also pay attention to things related to Tongmo.

But when she thought that she would have to face that kind of "gentle man" with a smooth tongue, and call him "father" like Tong Mo, she couldn't help showing a sad expression, and thought about her words to ask him :

"Although he is Tong Mo's father, I don't seem to be very good at dealing with such people..."

"What shall we do when we meet?"

The woman frowning slightly uneasily tugged at the purple ribbon hanging from the boy's shoulders.Her eyes were moist and helpless staring at him from bottom to top, it looked like a weak daughter-in-law going to meet a difficult father-in-law.

I'm acting like a baby.

Tong Mo stared at the woman asking for help with great interest, and slightly narrowed his glazed eyes.

Then, the boy put his elbows against his knees in the cross-legged position, and following the strength of the woman's pull on the streamer, he leaned down to the side where she was, so as to shorten the distance between the two of them.

The young man supported his chin with one hand, looked down at the troubled god with a smile on his face, and assured her in a gentle voice:

"Well, although I'm not very good at facing him..."

"But since Liandu said so, let me speak for you, and just cooperate with me when the time comes."

"Leave it to me."

……

Because of such a conversation before, when the woman saw the man walking towards the house shouting "My lovely daughter, you are finally born", her first reaction was to lift the black coat of the road sign. Drilled in.

She carefully shrank behind Tong Mo, wrapped herself in a coat, and only secretly looked at the warlock in front of her through the gaps in the clothes.

This fearful posture made the man stunned for a moment, and his outstretched hands, which were about to hug the curse flower, also froze in mid-air in embarrassment.

Maybe this is the inevitable exclusion that a man who is absent from his child's childhood will suffer...

Just as the warlock was thinking about what to do next, his filial son was the first to break the deadlock.The young man with a delicate face stretched out his hands to the man and said:

"Long time no see, Father, do you need a hug?"

"I'm so sorry, Lian doesn't see many people except me, so I might be a little shy."

The smile on Tong Mo's face was as pure as an angel, with just the right amount of pity and compassion.

This kind of fatherly kindness and son's filial piety is so touching, but Warlock, who has been with Tong Mo for five years, only feels that this yin and yang strangeness is exactly the same as his own, and it really makes him uncomfortable to watch.

He often feels sad because Ye Bu in the rebellious period is not like he doesn't understand, and now he feels sick because Tong Mo is too much like himself...

Warlock looked at Tong Mo with a friendly smile, and felt that no matter how much he wanted to go down the stairs, he was not prepared to hug this cheap son.

Coupled with the fact that the man subconsciously felt that Tong Mo might be involved in the current situation, he could only grin with a half-hearted smile, slowly withdrew his hands, and first talked with the son who called him an "outsider". greeted and said:

"Wow, it's really not easy. As a signpost, you should call her 'Master'."

"Why is it called Lian now?"

If it weren't for Tong Mo still looking like he had no fluctuations in mana power and his heart was still like water, he really wanted to sarcastically say with a smile, "Would you like to call her 'wife' next time?".

"Well, you are all my children, so of course I have no objection to being so close."

But since he dared to re-cultivate the curse flower, the warlock naturally had a unique way to control her.After saying that, the man bent down, stared at the god hiding behind Tong Mo, and used the power of the mantra to pinch a beautiful mantra flower out of thin air——

The shape of the flowers is no different from the clematis raised in the religious group's flower pond, but the color has changed from bewitching purple to dreamy light blue.

"Come, come to father."

"I brought you a gift, this is your favorite flower, right?"

The sorcerer held the beautiful curse flower, like teasing a stray cat in the grass, and gently shook his arm at the woman, signaling her to come forward and watch.

The moment the pure Flawless Blue appeared, it took Lian's full attention.When she realized it, she crawled up to the warlock like a wild cat smelling Mutian Polygonum, and stretched out her finger towards the cursed flower.

The moment the god's fingertips touched the flower, the flower turned into flying light spots and melted into her body.The warm power seemed to wrap her in her mother's arms, making her almost have the urge to cry.

As the man said, as the "father", he does have the power from the source that can conceive her.

In addition to the curse flower that he cast a spell on, Lian, by touching the man's palm and following the flow of the spell power, was keenly aware that there was more power concentrated in his beating heart.

【That's my thing】

【give me back】

【Give me back my body...】

The gods, weakened by imperfections, yearn for fulfillment.There was such a voice in her heart, constantly urging her to turn her palm into sharp claws and cut open the man's chest.

The sorcerer, who had been prepared for this, easily grabbed the woman's tender palm, and his body strengthened with spell power was as solid as a rock, firmly stopping her in place.

Unlike Tong Mo, who indulged the gods infinitely, the elder man showed a helpless expression on his face, and reprimanded dissatisfiedly:

"It seems that you are very satisfied with my gift, which is very pleasing."

"But no more is enough, you can only take it if I give it to you."

"As a lady, you can't touch a man's body so casually..."

The sorcerer originally thought that after the generation change, the Cursed Flower would re-grow in the form of a child just like it did in Ji Country.It's just that she didn't expect her specialness, which made her come back directly in her twenties.

This attitude of innocence and maturity made him feel more and more that it was the right thing for him to throw her to be raised by others.

Although Tong Mo didn't act according to the plan most of the time, it has to be said that he did fulfill the obligation of the beacon when he was not around, and collected enough spell power for her——

Because she was separated from her main body, she was sealed with most of her innate spells, and she even released a sweet fragrance the moment she tried to strike...

This discovery made the warlock smile with satisfaction at the young man who was watching all this calmly, and he praised happily:

"Wow, it seems that you have indeed taken good care of the god. You have fed her a lot of flesh and blood, right? It's been hard work!"

For this kind of question, Lian, who had been greeted by Tong Mo long ago, chose to remain silent, and obediently watched her own beacon on the stage of yin and yang.

As the saying goes, like a father, like a son, Tong Mo has completely faded from his original "immaturity" during the five years he spent with his father, and he is good at saying one thing and doing another in Japanese:

"Yes, I will follow your instruction..."

Thanks to Tong Mo's lack of talent for magic power, the warlock was less vigilant when talking to him.In order to arouse his interest in the gods, the warlock vividly described the wonder and interest of the other world. In the true and false words, Tong Mo forcibly picked out many references.

So Tong Mo didn't lie at all.

After all, collecting wish power for the gods indirectly through himself is also one of the methods he said to cultivate the gods...

Seeing that the basic conditions have been met, the man released Lian's palm with a smile in line with the principle of "a stick for a sweet date", and told her the purpose of coming this time——

"It's a bit monotonous just to stay in the religious order and rely on children to grind their flesh and blood to grow up?"

"Let's hang out with my father! If you do well, I can give you more flowers."

When Lian heard that more curse flowers could be obtained, she showed an expectant expression.But fearing the danger brought by the word "go out", she looked at Tong Mo uneasily, and asked a question in a low voice before agreeing to her father, saying:

"...Can I bring the mill?"

This kind of differentiated treatment without acting, made the warlock twitch his eyebrows slightly.

He sighed sourly, "You really like him", touched his chin at the end, muttered to the god who was blinded by the beacon, and said:

"But Tong Mo is a human being, and he is not a magical weapon that can be used as a combat power. If you are going to a place you don't know to do the work of a god, it's useless to take him with you, right?"

"But you don't have to feel lonely, it's time to show you your brother Yebu."

"He is also a god, a powerful warrior born from my wish. He will guide you well as a senior, so don't worry at all!"

"He's a more handsome and reliable big brother than Tong Mo!"

It may be that comparison produces beauty. At the moment when he mentioned his "natural son", the warlock, who turned his back to Tong Mo, emphasized the last sentence in a very proud tone.