Unexpectedly, he stayed without saying a word.

Originally, there was a demon gardener living in this yard. The gardener was not a clean person, so the house he lived in was a bit dirty and messy.

When Shen Jiuli arrived, the gardener had just moved away, and there was a suspicious smell of smelly feet in the room.

Shen Jiuli used the cleaning spell seven or eight times to clean the house.

Of course, the furniture inside was also transformed by him, and new things were changed.

Amo had never been here before, and this was the first time he had come here.

The moment she came in, she felt a little dazed in front of her. She always felt that the layout here seemed familiar, and even the wind chimes under the eaves felt familiar.

She paused slightly. Shen Jiuli was busy in the flower garden. The only remaining sky spark had just been planted by him. The flower was drooping its head, and I don’t know if it could survive.

He turned his back to them, and she could clearly see that blood was oozing out from his back...

"Father, you are bleeding!" The divine thought in her arms jumped down and ran towards Shen Jiuli.

Shen Jiuli suddenly turned around and saw them, subconsciously retreated and covered the flower.

Shen Nianmo threw himself into his arms: "Father, why are you injured? Which bastard hurts you? Tell me, Nianmo avenges you!"

He stretched his head towards his back and stretched out his little hand to touch it.

Shen Jiuli pulled his little hand down and said lightly: "Skin trauma is not a problem."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Amo leaning against the gate and looking at him lazily.

The two looked at each other, and A Mo smiled: "It turns out that you are also injured and have a lot of bleeding. I think you should take a few days off."

Her words seemed to be caring and sarcastic. Shen Jiuli looked at her without saying a word.

Shen Nianmo was still young after all. He thought his mother had finally started to care about his father, and a smile suddenly appeared on his little face: "Father, look, my mother cares about you too."

The child's smile was too innocent. Amo paused. She wanted to ridicule Shen Jiuli for a few more words, but now she is a little unable to say it.

Xiao Nianmo is so sensible. He can feel the cold war or undercurrent between adults. The children are trying hard to use his methods and mud, wanting them to truly reconcile...

Shen Jiuli sighed and rubbed the child's head: "Well, my father is very happy."

Amo's eyes fell on the flower behind him: "You are so precious to you..."

Shen Jiuli subconsciously covered the flower again, and his eyes were slightly deeper: "Amo, don't destroy it anymore. I have a purpose to plant it..."

"Uh? What's the purpose?" Ah Mo rarely had a little curiosity.

"This...you will know in the future..." Shen Jiuli hesitated for a moment.

A Mo yawned: "Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing it either. It's just a flower, and it's nothing to raise it in the Mo Palace."

Her eyes looked at the yard casually, and finally her eyes fell on his hands. He probably had just planted flowers and had mud on his hands, which was rare to see on him.

In her eyes, he was always the kind of neat clothes, tight collar, and ascetic male god. It was the first time he saw him in such a human spirit.

For some reason, he had a slight bleak smell like this, which made her heart inexplicably tighten!

She doesn't like this feeling!
Chapter completed!