The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 212 Call Your Parents Tomorrow (19)

System No. [-] has seen similar scenes many times.

When the little bald head was younger,

Every time I have to go back from the Taoist temple to the temple on the mountain,
All the way is crying, heart-piercing.

But the host's attitude towards this,

As always, oil and salt do not enter.

Refusal is non-negotiable, comparable to a heart of stone.

Back then, the little bald head was sent to the temple,

System No. [-] asked the host,
The response was silence.

Today Seventh couldn't help but ask again,
"The host obviously wants to get close to the little bald head,
Why always refuse?

Little Bald is only four years old.

I have lived in the temple for three years,

time with my mother,

Together, it is not as good as a child in an ordinary family for more than a month.

I almost got caught by traffickers today. "

If it wasn't for the little bald head's quick reaction and fast running,

If it weren't for the bad luck of the traffickers,

Little bald head's next life,
System No. [-] can deduce based on the data,

One hundred and eight endings, one is more tragic than the other.

Kuang Qiansui lowered his eyes,
The fingertips are light and light, separated by half a distance,

Careful and detailed tracing,

In the darkness this sleeping angelic face.

again and again.

In these short four years, in every brief meeting,

This kind of action is repeated over and over again, non-stop.

System No. [-] thought there was no answer this time,
But did not expect,

When the night is past and the day is about to break,
in the thick darkness,

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded,
no longer cool,

"I think he's alive."

"Okay, live on."

"Complete, for a lifetime."

a long time,

System No. [-] analysis didn't understand for a long time,

Hear the voice again,
as if exhausted,

He spit out four words like he was dying.

"There is a beginning and an end."

Every word is like weeping blood.

System No. [-] was amazed and thought of other things,

To ask,

"Did the host calculate the little bald head's life with Taoism?"

Before the host wanted to send the little bald head to the temple,

Ke Wenqing wanted to persuade,
The old temple master mentioned,
It is fate, it is God's will.

Then System Seven didn't take it seriously,
After all, the host listened to the words of the old temple master,
did not admit it.

Now it seems that it has misunderstood?

"Life?"

Dawn breaks, white light shines,

Kuang Chitose got up and pulled the curtains tightly, and walked out of the room.

She stood in the middle of the Taoist courtyard,

Lift your head, stretch out your five fingers to hold the air empty,
Said sarcastically,
"The life of the child I gave birth to is up to me."

System Seven was shocked.

These words... what a damn middle school!

but,

When the host said it, there was an inexplicable desolation and domineering air.

……

Had breakfast.

Kuang Chisui sat in the backyard,
Watch the little Taoist priests practice.

After a round of practice, the little bald head woke up.

Hastily ran out to find her,

"mother!"

The little cannonball flew into her arms again,
Knock people off their chairs.

Kuang Chitose: ...

"what's wrong with you,

Did the old monk steal meat for you?

so much heavier. "

The little bald head kept arching into her arms,

"No, no, not fat or fat!

I dreamed of bad guys, I couldn’t find my mother, I was afraid~”

soft coquettish,
With a faint fear,
It fell into Kuang Qiansui's ears, and he was extremely worried.

She patted the little bald head on the back lightly,
coaxed softly,

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is always there,

The patriarch will also protect the little bald head. "

System No. [-] complained,

"Why is it Grandfather again?

Can the host coax the child to take a snack? "

Kuang Qiansui: "The patriarch is true."

System No. [-]: ...

"It's fine if you lie to the little bald head,
Seven is no three-year-old. "

Kuang Chitose: ...

Little Bald is four years old, and you are five at most.

Wait for the little bald head to be coaxed,

Watching him having fun with other little Taoist priests,

Kuang Chisui was relieved,
on No. [-] Road,

"Let me tell you why,

So as not to keep asking in the future. "

　Today's update is over, and the breeder bows and exits.

　　See you cuties tomorrow~ It’s the end of the month, don’t waste your tickets, feed them to the breeders~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)