Group pet childhood creation god

Gu Lulu and Xie Yunmian didn't know about the poor hat being torn in half.

Gululu fell asleep until dawn.

It nestled in Xie Yunmian's quilt, spread out its fluffy belly, spread its four claws, and made a purring sound of milk.

The quilt is full of the unique light milk fragrance of children.

It opened its eyes, and slowly got its head out of the bed.

Gululu and Xie Yunmian were sleeping on the floor near the bed, but when it woke up, it found that the quilt and pillows had been squeezed into a corner of the room floor, like a bunch of crumpled dried pickles.

Maybe it's because it always likes to hug Xie Yunmian while sleeping, or maybe it's because Xie Yunmian likes to roll around in his sleep.

Gululu didn't take it to heart.

... It has more important things to do, to wake Xie Yunmian up.

Gululu walked around the room, but did not see Xie Yunmian's small figure.

Only then did it realize that Zai Zai God got up before it.

The clown turned out to be himself!

In Gululu's imagination, it plans to get up one step ahead of Zaizai God, and then wake up Zaizai God with its fluffy head, and then help him squeeze toothpaste, pour warm water, and make breakfast...

Taking care of the little god, just thinking about it, is very fulfilling.

As a result, the reality is completely inconsistent with Gululu's imagination.

Gululu ran out of the bedroom and saw Xie Yunmian who had already woken up.

The white and clean milk dumpling, wearing loose children's sweater pajamas, is sitting at the dining table, messing with something.

Xie Yunmian saw that Gululu had woken up, and said with a smile, "Good morning."

The child's voice is clear and clean, like a clear spring, which makes people feel better unconsciously after listening to it.

"Hey!"

Gululu shook his tail and grinned broadly.

It ran to Xie Yunmian, jumped onto the table, and asked curiously, "Little Majesty, what are you doing?"

Xie Yunmian: "I'm learning characters~"

"..."

Gululu lowered his head and saw a "Children's Recognition Table for 3-5 Years Old" on the table, while Xie Yunmian was pressing a blank sheet of paper with... words written all over it?

Gululu glanced at these strange lines, and then at the square characters in the word list.

totally dissimilar...

But what His Majesty does is right!

Gululu wagged his tail with a doting look on his face.

Seeing that Gululu didn't respond much, Xie Yunmian continued to concentrate on reading.

Xie Yunmian's hand was small and soft, with a bit of baby fat, and it was clenched into a fist, holding a short-sharpened pencil.

Because there was no parent to teach, and Gululu didn't understand these things, Xie Yunmian didn't realize that he was holding the pen in the wrong posture, and the words he wrote were more like graffiti.

He tried to copy the word "love" from the word list, copying this word over and over again, so that he could recognize it the next time he saw it.

Xie Yunmian did not forget to whisper the pinyin of this word: "ai...ai, love."

The reason why he worked so hard to read words today.

It was because yesterday when he was managing the world, he found that he couldn't understand the text on the computer, and needed pinyin notes to understand.

... He is the God of Creation.

How could a dedicated Creator God not recognize all the words?

Xie Yunmian thought in shame, while working harder to recognize words.

Until his little stomach growled.

Only then did Xie Yunmian remember that she forgot to eat breakfast.

Snapped.

He put down his pen and muttered, "Gululu, it's time for breakfast."

Gululu who accidentally fell asleep and woke up, raised his head in a daze: "...?"

The lunch box sent by the neighbor's grandma is placed on the other side of the dining table.

Xie Yunmian can easily hook it with his hands.

Today's breakfast is custard buns, vegetable egg noodles, and fried sausages.

The custard buns are carved into the shape of a piglet, and the thick and sweet custard juice overflows when you bite into it.

The noodles of vegetable egg noodles are very thin and soft, and the color of each noodle is different. It is the favorite colorful vegetable noodles for children.

The fried sausage is cut into finger-sized pieces, and the bottom is raised like a flower. Two small sesame seeds are dotted on the sausage surface, making each sausage look like a small octopus.

Xie Yunmian evened out half of the breakfast for Gululu to eat.

Gululu woo woo woo eating custard buns.

It inexplicably noticed that Xie Yunmian's stature had grown a bit taller, and exclaimed in praise: "Wow, Your Majesty, you've grown taller, you should be one meter taller?"

But when it looked carefully, it wasn't that Xie Yunmian had grown taller, but the chair had become taller.

Xie Yunmian noticed Gululu's hot gaze, scratched his head, and explained: "I didn't grow taller, the chair was changed, grandma brought me a baby chair today."

He used to use adult seats.

But he was too short, sitting in a chair, it was difficult to see the tabletop unless there was a pillow under his buttocks.

And the chair is a bit high for him, he needs to push on his short legs, touch and crawl to sit on the chair.

The baby chair is different. The baby chair has special pedals, and the baby can easily climb on the chair.

The chair comes with a soft cushion, which can improve the baby's vision by several degrees.

There is also a guardrail around the chair to prevent the baby from accidentally falling.

Xie Yunmian likes this baby chair very much.

He blinked and said to Gululu: "When I go to work later, can you help me move this baby chair to the office?

Gululu: "Of course."

After one person and one dog finished breakfast, they began to move the baby chair.

Gululu was pulling the chair legs with his mouth in front, while Xie Yunmian was pushing the chair behind.

The two cubs dragged and dragged the little chair to the desk one after the other.

At the same time, Xie Yunmian still had a small feeding bottle hanging around his neck.

Xie Yunmian has been weaned for more than a year and a half, and can drink some calcium-rich goat milk as a supplementary food.

The delicious goat's milk was packed in a small bottle by the neighbor's grandma. There was a soft neck tie around the mouth of the bottle, allowing Xie Yunmian to carry it with him and drink slowly all morning.

"call……"

Xie Yunmian wiped off his sweat after finishing all this work, and thanked Gululu who was licking Mao Mao: "Thank you."

Xie Yunmian glanced at the time and found that 10 minutes had passed since eight o'clock.

...Ah, is he late?

The embarrassed little Chuangshishen quickly sat on the baby chair, put the baby bottle on the table, and began to manage the world seriously.

And this scene is very cute in the eyes of Gululu—the baby chair is ready, the feeding bottle is ready, and His Majesty the great little god has begun to manage the world.

Today's weather is not sunny, and the breeze is mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, passing through the small bungalow.

The floor-to-ceiling windows have a large area of ​​sunlight, and the honey syrup poured down from the sky wraps up the little milk ball sitting in the sun.

The computer sensed the arrival of His Majesty the Creator God, and popped up two lines of text.

【Good morning, Your Majesty the Little Chuangshishen. 】

[The system starts to broadcast today's work tasks for you. 】

Xie Yunmian read the pinyin in the text box in a milky voice.

The system understands the little majesty who is only three years old, and specially enlarged the pinyin line to make it easier for Xie Yunmian to spell it out.

After a long time, Xie Yunmian finally understood this sentence, nervously waiting for the system to display the work tasks.

[——Today, in the Western Fantasy world, individuals of two races had a dispute. 】

[This dispute is related to you, and the only solution is you to appease them. 】

Gululu saw Xie Yunmian's work tasks today.

It understands what is the deep meaning of this work task.

Translated, there are individuals of two races competing for favor with His Majesty the Younger Majesty.

"Struggling for favor" is a very common thing in the worlds created by His Majesty the Creator God.

Most of the questions are "Which race is God's favorite", "How can I get God's mercy", "My race will not be God's least favorite race, huh".

The only solution to this kind of problem is for His Majesty the Creator God to respond in person.

——However, before that, His Majesty the Creator God disappeared for ten thousand years.

These questions can only be accompanied by sighs and countless regrets. With the aging and disappearance of races or individuals, they disappear in the long river of time, and no one can get a response.

Now, His Majesty the Creator God is back.

Gululu thought happily.

**

This is the first time Xie Yunmian encountered such a situation, and was a little caught off guard.

The dispute over him...?

Little Chuangshishen couldn't understand what was going on.

Until the computer released the scene of the dispute.

The next moment, Xie Yunmian saw the familiar little black cub and a strange uncle.

This uncle is good-looking and tall, almost two and a half times as tall as him.

What attracted Xie Yunmian's attention the most were the dragon horns in the man's black hair and the dragon tail protruding from the edge of the red cloak.

Xie Yunmian had seen this dragon's tail before, it was exactly the same as the dragon's tail in the fairy tale book.

He subconsciously blurted out: "Deaf and deaf?"

The child's articulation is still unclear, and the voice is milky and soft, like a ball of toffee that is about to melt.

The next moment, Xie Yunmian stopped paying attention to Da Longlong.

...He saw his little hat standing between the man and the little black cub.

The little hat was ripped into two pathetic halves.

Xie Yunmian: "..."

Immediately afterwards, he saw the little black cub fly up like a punctured balloon.

Because the duck down cotton used to fill the small hat, as the hat was torn, flew all over the sky.

The little black cub naturally thought it was part of the hat and wanted to grab the down.

It's a pity that it has no wings, so it can only kick its short legs, lift its front paws, and kick it back and forth on the ice.

"Chick, chirp chirp!"

Its cry is crying and bewildered.

Little Heizai originally thought that this hat would stay with him forever, but...why did it break all of a sudden?

No matter how it catches it, it can't catch the cotton lint flying around, and can only let the lint be blown away by the cold wind.

"Ji..." There were tears in the eyes of the little black cub, and his voice was crying weakly.

It lowered its head, bent its back, and tucked its claws under its abdomen. The whole cub closed itself into a small black ball.

Although the leader of the dragon clan is not as emotional as the little black cub.

But his dragon tail drooped low, wagging unhappily.

He didn't tear the hat off on purpose.

——And this scene, the details fell into Xie Yunmian's eyes.

Xie Yunmian had no idea that the hat would be torn.

He was stunned in front of the computer, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he was at a loss.

Gululu was not surprised by the tragic ending of the hat.

... This is the dispute that Your Majesty will be dealing with today.

Gululu explained to the flustered Xie Yunmian:

"Uh, because the leader of the dragon clan is jealous of the hat you gave the little black cub, he might want to take the hat and touch it, but if the little black cub doesn't give it to you, the hat will be torn in half."

"Their atmosphere is very embarrassing now, and you need to relieve it, Your Majesty..."

Gululu couldn't help complaining in his heart, this is more than embarrassing, the famous leader of the dragon clan would fight a cub.

But if this is His Majesty's stuff, it seems so logical.

After listening to Gululu's words, Xie Yunmian muttered, "I, I can persuade them not to argue about hats."

Gululu: "It might be better for you to speak to them in person. The computer system has a function that can deliver your words to their ears."

Gods can communicate with all things. This skill is similar to whispering. Gods can convey words to the ears of any of their subjects.

If His Majesty could talk to the leader of the dragon tribe and the little black cub, they would be very happy, and the dispute would be resolved easily.

Xie Yunmian was very happy to hear that he could talk to the people: "Okay."

As soon as the voice fell, a microphone automatically popped up in front of him.

Gululu said in a low voice: "What you say next will reach the ears of the leader of the dragon clan and the little black cub."

"..."

Xie Yunmian became nervous, Duanduan sat down on the baby chair, and conveyed a whisper from the gods to the two subjects.

***

Western fantasy world, ice abyss.

The leader of the dragon clan and the little black cub were still in an awkward stalemate.

Suddenly, they all froze in unison.

The whistling cold wind stopped for an instant, and disappeared together with the puffing sound of falling snow.

But the snowflakes in their sight were still falling, and the cold wind was dyed snow white by the ice fog, whistling between them.

— Only the sound disappeared.

Everything was so still that one could hear a needle drop to the ground.

After a long while, they heard... a soft sound of milk.

"Everyone stop arguing, okay?"

This voice was really soft, full of satisfying warmth, like a spring warmed by the warm sun, slowly flowing past the ears of the leader of the dragon clan and the little black cub.

The little black cub stopped crying, his eyes widened, and he looked flattered.The limp little animal ears stood up at this moment, like a pair of kitten ears.

Although it had never heard His Majesty's voice before, when the sound sounded, it reacted first - it knew that it was His Majesty talking to it.

"Ji..." The little black cub froze in place, unable to react for a long time.

The leader of the dragon clan, like the little black cub, received the comfort of the gods at the same time.

His displeased wagging dragon tail stopped for an instant, and curled up obediently on the ice, like a big snake whose head was touched.

...A long time ago, he had the honor to have a conversation with His Majesty the God.

The leader of the Dragon Clan has heard the voice of His Majesty the God, it is a clear, gentle voice of a young man, like a river without a trace of mist in the afternoon, shining in the sun.

But now the voice of the gods he heard has become much softer.

The dragon's keen intuition can recognize that this is still his god, but the voice has changed.

God spoke to him.

This thought was like an overwhelming heat wave, carrying thousands of years of longing, drowning his beating heart.

But compared to excitement, a bad thought flashed through his mind.

Why did the voice of God suddenly change?Could it be that something happened to the body of God?

The leader of the dragon clan was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing up, accompanied by the distant and dull dragon cry.

His attendants, who followed him into the icy abyss.

A large group of dragons flew from the sky to the ice surface, folded their dragon wings, stopped behind the leader of the dragon clan, bowed their heads respectfully to him.

The leader, a black dragon, said in a deep voice, "Leader, what are your orders?"

The man glanced at the little black cub shivering on the ground, and said in a calm voice, "Send this cub back to its habitat... Whatever it needs right now, send it there."

It is equivalent to compensation for this frightened cub.

The black dragon was silent for a long time, and asked its most nervous question: "Your Majesty, have you seen the fetish in the Ice Abyss?"

The leader of the dragon clan glanced at the small hat on the ice.

All the dragons followed his gaze, and in the next second, they all froze in place.

Dragon Clan: "???"

...Is this an item given to this world by the gods?

a hat?

However, they all have dragon horns and cannot wear hats at all.

Realizing this fact, the dragons lowered their heads and were unhappy.

The leader of the dragon clan picked up the hat and handed it to the black dragon: "Order the best tailor in the clan to restore the hat."

"it is good……"

The black dragon in the shape of a tyrannosaurus rex holds the fetish with its claws many times smaller than its body.

The little hat lay in the black dragon's claws, like a small leaf, it was instantly cute.

Ahhh, it's too small, it's so cute, I want to pinch it.

If it wasn't for the majestic dragon leader in front of it, it would roll on the ground holding the hat on the spot.

But now it can only keep its claws together and hold the little hat tightly, like holding some kind of fragile glass treasure.

The leader of the dragon tribe continued to order it: "Let the dragon send a message to the mermaid kingdom, tell the mermaid king the news of the god's return, and let him come here."

Dragons have a strong desire to possess gods.

He actually didn't want to tell other races the news of "the return of the gods", because it would make other races compete with the dragons for favor with the gods.

...However, mermaids have a very long and detailed study of the sounds of any creature.

Why the god's voice changed, he might be able to get the answer from the mermaid.

***

The little black cub was brought back to the dark habitat by several female dragons.

The leader of the dragon clan and the dragon group returned to the dragon nest.

The leader of the Dragon Clan came all the way to the living room, waiting for the arrival of the Mermaid King.

Dragons only love gods and do not like to communicate with other races. The living room has not been used since its establishment.

The living room is magnificently decorated, the walls are inlaid with sparkling gems, and the ceiling is even made of a huge transparent diamond, exuding an incomparably jeweled look.

It is very in line with the aesthetics of the Dragon Race.

The man sat on the large sofa, poured a cup of coffee from a gemstone cup, and waited for the arrival of the Mermaid King while killing time.

The coffee is brewed by professional dragon baristas, and the coffee beans are planted by the elves who are best at planting, and they are airlifted by Feilong in the morning.

He didn't finish his cup of coffee.

The leader of the Dragon Clan heard footsteps coming from outside the living room.

——The Mermaid King is here.

"Snapped!"

The diamond door of the living room was pushed open vigorously, and the diamond creaked.

The mermaid king walked in slowly.

When the mermaid race came to land, the tail of the fish would automatically turn into legs, and the body only retained certain fish characteristics.

The mermaid king is a very young man, tall and tall, with short silver hair, cold white skin, and a flawlessly handsome face.

He is different from the dignified and mature handsomeness of the leader of the Dragon Clan. His facial features are more sinister and treacherous, like some kind of monstrous aquatic plant in the deep sea, which will lure and kill people without anyone noticing.

What is more eye-catching is a pair of silver-white ear fins, which protrude from the silver hair at the ear position, sticking to the silver hair like long rabbit ears.

The mermaid king's thin lips parted slightly: "I heard that you have news from His Majesty the God?"

His voice is beautiful, ethereal and vague, which is inferior to any race.

The leader of the dragon clan stood up and looked at him at the same level: "Your Majesty the gods passed the words to my ears."

"..."

There was such a moment of silence in the atmosphere.

The mermaid king's ear fins drooped unhappily, and his deep blue narrow eyes flashed a bit of displeasure with the dragon clan: "What did he say to you, Your Majesty the God?"

The leader of the dragon clan: "It doesn't matter what I said. The purpose of my coming to you is not to tell you this. It's the voice of His Majesty God that has changed."

He and the mermaid king described His Majesty's changed voice.

…God’s voice became thin and weak, reminiscent of a small shoot that just grew, and the root is so delicate that it will break if you pinch it.

Dragon Clan has never heard such a fragile voice.

After listening to the mermaid king, he was silent for a long time, and said softly:

"Sounds like this can only be made by cubs."

"Your Majesty may have turned into a cub."