The found Tuo is three and a half years old

My expression suddenly became serious, because I think Fyodor, a kid, is very wrong.

No matter what the reason is, it is a fact that Fyodor killed the boss of the Necromancer Society, and I helped him burn him bald before, so it is only natural to be held accountable.

Fyodor himself knew that the Necromancers were trying their best to deal with him, but now he offered to go to the town—Alexey said that the Necromancers The power spread all over the town, and Fyodor wanted to show up in the town at the moment, it was completely self-inflicted.

But the little guy's eyes were extremely determined, his mouth was slightly pursed, and the solemn expression on his little face was completely as if he was going to fight me to the end.

After staring at him for a while, I suddenly leaned in front of him, and pressed my forehead against his.

——In short, let’s take your temperature first.

The body temperature of ghosts is much lower than that of ordinary humans, and the body temperature of children is generally higher, so no matter what, Fyodor's body temperature is much higher than mine.But after all we have lived together for so long, I have long been used to his temperature, so even without any tools, I can tell if he has a fever.

The first time he used this method to measure his temperature, the little guy didn't react for a while, and took two steps back suddenly, and almost tripped over the box under his feet.After a long time, he also got used to my way, just like now, when I touch his forehead, he will only look at me indifferently with those eyes.

Not cute at all.

When I was leaving, I took advantage of the opportunity and lightly pinched his cheek, trying to soothe my soul.

"Tip is not running a fever." While speaking, I touched my chin lightly: "So why did you make such a strange request?"

"The town is full of Necromancers, and they're all waiting to catch you."

"But with Haruko around, those guys can't do anything about it." Fyodor raised his face and said, "Haruko is so powerful, so it doesn't matter if she goes to town, right? Just like last time."

"It's useless for you to flatter me like this!" I immediately saw through his purpose: "I don't want to be a full-time bodyguard for you kid, first of all, I can only go out at night, after dark, there is nothing in the town You can go shopping."

"But there will be a thunderstorm tomorrow, even if it is daytime, Haruko should be able to go out." Fyodor insisted: "So Haruko will take me to the town tomorrow."

I thought about it, and finally nodded: "Okay, if I can really go out during the day tomorrow."

It took me a long time to realize that something was wrong - so the point is that I can't go out?Isn't the point that that stinky brat shouldn't just rely on me to do whatever he wants?

Realizing that I had been tricked by that three-and-a-half-year-old kid made me so angry that I decided not to talk to Fyodor until he apologized to me.

I also didn't tell him a bedtime story when I went to bed at night, I just left him with a back.

Fyodor himself doesn't like to talk very much. Most of the time, I am the only one who chatters non-stop. Now that I shut up, the whole room is extraordinarily quiet.

Even the sound of firewood bursting in the heater outside could be clearly heard.

The night is supposed to be such a quiet time, but since I was born, the night as far as I can see is noisier than the day.It was like this when I was in Yoshiwara, and it was also like this after I became a ghost.

It seems that until now, I suddenly and vaguely understand why people are always more inclined to break the silence of the night with joyful din—because if there is no sound, the night engulfed in black would be too lonely.

Everything is sleeping, as if there is only one person left in the whole world——

When such an idea came to mind, a hot thing was suddenly pasted on the back.

It was some restless kid who got into my bed at some point, and stuck himself on my back with his short arms.

I was on the verge of asking him what was wrong.But I have already decided not to talk to him, so if I speak at this time, I will lose!

So I didn't say anything, but I didn't push the kid away either.

After a long time like this, the little guy behind me didn't move at all. I looked behind me curiously, but just as I moved, the little guy twitched uncomfortably, and then looked towards me as if to flatter me. Rubbed on the back.

Damn it!You can't even see it like this!

I felt that if I didn't figure out the little guy's current situation, I would definitely not be able to fall asleep, so I simply threw off his embrace and turned around, only to find that Fyodor was already sound asleep.

The slender eyelashes covered his eyes, and a thin layer of blush was painted on his pale face. Because he suddenly lost his barrier, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his originally even breathing was also a little short, and when I took him into the After being in his arms, he showed a contented expression, and his sleeping face suddenly looked extraordinarily peaceful.

I couldn't help but fell into a moment of introspection.

At least from his sleeping appearance, he is just a three-year-old kid who is afraid of loneliness and yearns for warmth just like ordinary kids.So, as a three-hundred-year-old outstanding adult, it might be a bit embarrassing to care about such a child.

Even if the reason is being donkey by him——it might be better to say, maybe I should reflect on why I, who is [-] years old, would still be donkeyed by Fyodor, who is three and a half years old!

If you think about it from this perspective, it seems that I can't forgive him.But it's impossible for me to obediently be his bodyguard to go to town, even in this life!

In short, I have to find a way to let him know that I am not the kind of ghost who is so good-tempered that he can be driven by him at will. We ghosts are also very principled!

Holding the familiar heat source in my arms, my consciousness gradually became a little blurred.

Well, it’s too late to think about the matter of teaching him tomorrow morning, at worst, wait until the town and then adapt to the situation. Anyway, as long as this stinky brat Fyodor suffers a little bit, he should grow up in the future. Long memory.

Thinking about it this way, I never struggled with my drowsiness.

Really, since raising this little guy, I have gradually become accustomed to the human routine, and there is even a tendency to be constrained by such a routine——

Whatever you think, it's Fyodor's fault!

Before closing his eyes, the last image that came into his pupils was the messy hair of the little guy hanging down his cheeks.

Hmph, kid, don't be complacent, I'll deal with you when I wake up!