After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

"Are you an immortal?" Tu Xiuting nestled in the boy's arms and raised his head to ask.

When he got closer, he could see the appearance of the white-haired boy more clearly. Perhaps the words "cold and immortal" were not enough to describe it. But when he got closer, Tu Xiuting realized that the boy was faintly aloof. Fen Yao, that is the real demon engraved in the bones, with a bewitching aura, but it will not make people feel gaudy at all, and in the arms of the young man, there is also a light and elegant fragrance, faintly seeping into the nostrils of the people , not too sweet and greasy, but it can calm the mind and make people feel refreshed.

"I'm a goblin." Bai Miao picked up the child, "Where do you live?"

"Lenggong." After Tu Xiuting replied, he looked at Bai Miao firmly and asked, "Why can't they see you?"

Bai Miao thought because this is your dream, but naturally he couldn't say: "Because you are special."

"Are you here because of me?"

As Bai Miao walked, he thought, if it wasn't for Emperor Wu, he wouldn't be able to reach the other party's dream...

"Almost," Bai Miao rubbed Tu Xiuting's messy hair, "Don't think so much, kid."

Tu Xiuting looked at the cold but inexplicably gentle expression on Bai Miao's face, tried to wrap his thin arms around the white-haired boy's neck, and then whispered: "I, I'm very hungry..."

Since yesterday afternoon, Tu Xiuting hadn't had a bite of food. He came out to fetch things for the eunuch today. For the third prince who was looking for trouble, he also missed the time to pick up the things. If the group of eunuchs who were waiting found out, he might be beaten up.

Looking at the fragile little cub in his arms, Bai Miao's heart was a little complicated. He was used to the majestic and powerful Emperor Wu in reality, but now he was a little at a loss when he faced Tu Xiuting, a poor little boy.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Miao said, "It's okay, I'll find it for you later."

For some reason, in Emperor Wu's dream, Bai Miao had a feeling that he could completely control the dream.

Holding Tu Xiuting back to the cold palace, Bai Miao tidied up a small space and put the child on the ground, "You wait here for me."

"Okay." Tu Xiuting was very well-behaved when he was a child, and he stood there timidly, looking at Bai Miao's back with dependence in his eyes.

However, after Bai Miao disappeared, the fragile emotions in Tu Xiuting's eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by indifference and indifference, as if he didn't care about anything, "A fairy..."

"The goblin who came for me..." Tu Xiuting murmured, looking at the gate of the cold palace with deep and distant eyes, not at all like a child under ten years old.

After the white miao left, it was almost easy, and he secretly took out a box of meals from the imperial dining room. Because he thought it was for the children, he specially picked out some sweet and salty ones, and brought them with him. After-dinner snacks should be liked by children.

On the way back with the food box, Bai Miao Yixin vaguely guessed about his innate ability as a goblin—to enter the dream, or to control the dream.

After living for decades in his previous life, Bai Miao had never felt such abundant demonic power, but in Emperor Wu's dream, he possessed a power that he never had before. It can only be said that his talent is out of the ordinary's dreams. I don't care anymore.

After he returned to the cold palace, Tu Xiuting obediently waited in place.

Although Bai Miao still has some complaints about some of Emperor Wu's actions, he has infinite tolerance towards the cubs. After all, it is due to the times and experiences. With such a childhood, Tu Xiuting, if he does not become Emperor Wu in the future, he will wait and see. His result is afraid that there is only a dead end.

Seeing Tu Xiuting, a smile appeared on Bai Miao's indifferent face, "Come and eat."

At that moment, inside the barren courtyard wall, Tu Xiuting saw the smile on the white-haired boy's face, and he suddenly felt his scarred heart beat hard.

For Tu Xiuting, that kind of smile is something he has never experienced in recent years. It is sincere and real, without disgust or disdain...

Tu Xiuting, who was beaten, scolded, forced to kneel on the ground, and begged for food, had never cried before, but at this moment, he inexplicably wanted to cry. Even though his heart had become cold, he was still a boy under ten years old. child...