Luo Xinxin was sitting at the window with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. She raised her head slightly and stared blankly at the moonlight in the sky.
The moonlight is crystal clear, and there are no extra clouds in the sky tonight. The moonlight releases its brilliance more unscrupulously. Everything in the visible line of sight is covered with a thick layer of frost, which hits the eaves in the distance, outlining the
Silver corners.
While she was dazed, she heard footsteps approaching from far away. Her ears twitched slightly, she got up and walked towards the door.
Under the moonlight, Fu Shuishui was carrying a small figure on his back, and he was walking over step by step: "Luo Xinxin, what are you looking at? Come and help me."
Before she reached the door, she heard Fu Shuishui's low voice. Luo Xinxin was stunned for two seconds. Before she could speak, her body had already reacted. She quickly walked over and gently hugged the figure on Fu Shuishui's back.
For Luo Xinxin, who is now a fourteen-fifteen-year-old girl, it is not a problem to hold a five- or six-year-old child.
Luo Xinxin held Wen Shaoheng in one hand and asked in a low voice: "I asked you to go see him. Why did you let him go out vertically and come in sideways? Did you beat him unconscious?"
Fu Shuishui rolled her eyes fiercely, could she think better of her? She was so violent?
: "No, have you forgotten that I am only five years old now?"
Luo Xinxin raised her lips when she heard this: "I'm afraid that you will bully this little kid. You are hundreds of years older than this kid. You can probably be considered his ancestor."
Fu Shuishui rolled her eyes again: "You are hundreds of years older than me. Are you the ancestor of his ancestors?"
The two bickered all the way and carried Wen Shaoheng to the room that Xiaoman had prepared in advance. Fu Shuishui went in first and lit a candle. Suddenly, the dark room was filled with light. Fu Shuishui looked inside and frowned slightly.
He took out a small luminous pearl from his arms, and the room suddenly seemed like daylight. Fu Shuishui and Luo Xinxin both squinted their eyes in discomfort.
Fu Shuishui directly took the gauze-covered bag from the table and covered it with the luminous pearl. The light in the room was no longer dazzling, but was much softer.
"You are so willing. I have never seen you give me such a good thing."
Luo Xin's sad voice sounded in a neither negative nor positive tone.
Fu Shuishui on the side pulled the quilt, covered Wen Shaoheng who had been placed on the bed, and tucked the corners of the quilt: "I don't see you willing to give me an easy job."
Luo Xinxin pouted: "You can take care of yourself, I'm going back to sleep."
Hearing the sound of Luo Xinxin closing the door followed by her footsteps, Fu Shuishui had a slight smile on her lips. Her eyebrows looked soft under the light of candlelight and night pearls, and her eyes were as bright as stars.
Then he looked back at the little boy lying on the bed.
Compared with when they first met, his eyebrows seemed to have more vitality for his age. A thick shadow was cast under his eyelashes, and his lips were pink and slightly pursed into a line. It seemed that he was asleep.
An old-fashioned little guy.
I don’t know what kind of family can raise such a child.
Fu Shuishui vaguely felt that this child's life experience might not be that simple. In the short period of knowing him, apart from working hard, he had an expressionless little face, and then he used those pair of
The black eyes looked at the person steadily.
In Fu Shuishui's understanding, soul-stirring is a kind of spell that confuses the mind. It is not something that normal people will come into contact with. This kind of spell is generally used in Jiuzhongtian and the heretics in Tianlao.
Use it as an inducement when you are stubborn and refuse to admit guilt.
However, the highest level of this technique is to inadvertently invade the consciousness of normal people, and then steal something useful to them from the consciousness, and then make people insane without knowing it.
, or even become dementia.
This kind of technique is prohibited from being learned and used by ordinary gods in Jiuzhongtian. The only ones who can practice it are probably Tianzun and other backup main force.
Fu Shuishui thought of this, her eyes darkened slightly, and she looked at Wen Shaoheng, who was sleeping in front of him like a defenseless baby.
How could the child in front of me know how to do soul-stirring skills?
Could it be related to his life experience?
Who would teach such a young child such a technique?
Fu Shuishui raised her hand slightly, and a trace of indigo light condensed on her fingertips, which she placed between Wen Shaoheng's eyebrows.
The boy who was sleeping peacefully on the couch suddenly started murmuring, which startled Fu Shuishui. The light on his fingertips paused for a while, and finally he clenched his fist into a fist and left Wen Shaoheng's eyebrows.
"That's all, you're still young, I hope you don't have any intention of harming others."
Obviously, his soul-stirring skills were still ineffective that day, and he could not pose a threat to the three people who were not mortal, so Luo Xinxin was so relieved to let this kid stay at home.
Fu Shuishui sighed softly and was about to leave, but the corners of her clothes were tightly grasped by a pair of small hands.
She looked up in astonishment and met a pair of black eyes. Those eyes were no longer as dark as ink when she saw him during the day. No, it seemed that after Luo Xinxin saw through his mind-catching spell, he seemed to be normal.
few.
Although I still don’t talk much.
Fu Shuishui's voice was a little hoarse: "Why did you wake up? When did you wake up?"
Maybe he didn't see what she did just now? Fu Shuishui felt a little uneasy.
Just now, I originally wanted to use magic to explore his consciousness and find out the origin of the soul-stirring technique, but after listening to his raving, for some reason, I didn't want to use it.
Wen Shaoheng sat up on the bed. He seemed to have come back to his senses. He saw that he was actually pulling on the girl's clothes. He let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted. He tilted his head slightly and spoke uncomfortably.
: "You...when you turned around..."
Fu Shuishui didn't notice anything unusual about him. She just saw that he didn't dare to look at her face. His eyes were wandering around randomly. She suddenly felt a little strange. She stepped forward with her short legs and struggled to climb up the bed.
Kneeling on the bed with both legs, he pulled Wen Shaoheng's little face with his two hands and tried to twist it so that his face faced her.
Unexpectedly, the young boy felt a soft fragrance of roses pass by his nose, as warm and gentle as the wind, as if away from him. The touch of a pair of soft little hands on his face made his face feel even more burning.
"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Did you... catch a cold outside at night?"
Fu Shuishui looked anxiously at the little boy in front of him, whose face was red, and even his two fair and small ears were tinged with red.
When Fu Shuishui saw it, she felt even more incredible. She stretched out a hand to touch her own ear, and then touched the little boy's ear. Just when her little hand touched the boy's ear, the boy felt like he was electrocuted.
The body trembled slightly.
A certain woman touched the young boy's forehead again. Wherever she touched, the temperature of the young boy's forehead was like boiling water steaming.
"No, you'll turn into a fool if you keep burning like this. I'll call Xiaoman and get you a doctor."
Fu Shuishui hurriedly jumped off the bed. The little boy who seemed to be "burned out" on the bed seemed to have woken up from a dream and hurriedly grabbed her arm. However, Fu Shuishui vigorously pulled her out of the bed. His head hit the bedpost next to the bed. Wen Shaoheng just felt
His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
....
When Wen Shaoheng woke up again, he only felt a severe headache, as if he had been hit with a stick from the front and back several times.
He felt a little uncomfortable and squinted his eyes because of the bright light in the room, but his ears were attracted by the sound of voices coming from outside.
"How could you bear to let such a young child hit him so hard? Look at the cut on his forehead. It will definitely leave scars in the future. How can you take care of a child? He is so young and you almost gave him away. Wow
Wuwu... I also have such a small grandchild at home. I hold it in my hand for fear of falling, and hold it in my mouth for fear of melting. Usually the old lady wants to beat him and scold him, but I can't bear to let him go. Look at you,
What a crime. If such a handsome young master died young, God would not let you go. Huh..."
"Ah, yes, yes, what you said is, ah, yes, yes..."
"Your lesson was right, but we were wrong..."
"Yes, you are right, it is our fault, we should not let such a young child get hurt, yes, yes..."
In the outer room, I saw three girls about fourteen or fifteen years old, oh no, there was also a little carrot head. The three of them stood in a straight line side by side politely, with their hands in front of their bellies, their heads lowered, expressions on their faces.
pious, and echoed from time to time.
In front of them, a little old man, about fifty years old, was carrying a huge medical kit on his back and wearing a dark-colored robe. A corner of the robe was folded up and pinned to his waist. He was wearing a pair of thick-soled boots and had a straight face.
He was heartbroken and responsible for the three women in front of him who seemed to have committed the most heinous crimes.
Who would have thought that Fu Shuishui and Luo Xinxin, who could not control themselves at home, would now be scolded by an old doctor in their personal world and be stunned.
The main reason was that the expressions of these three people were so serious that the old doctor's original intention of just scolding him and ending it was gone. Suddenly, he felt a flood of thoughts: "Every child who comes to this world is a god."
Gift. If you treat your children like this, you will be punished by the gods in heaven, and we have to..."
Fu Shuishui originally listened seriously to what the old man said seriously, but now she felt something was wrong: "Old man, what you said is all right, but there is one point I want to refute. This human being
Life is not entirely a gift from the gods. Their lives are in their own hands. If they are punished, it is not punishment from the gods, but it is also their own cause and effect. Others will not punish him. He will suffer the consequences of the wrong things he has done.
Cause and effect is his punishment.”
Luo Xinxin nodded: "Yes, even if human lives are controlled by gods, their future is still in their own hands. If they are punished, it is also their own fault."
Xiaoman also nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes."
The old doctor's originally smiling face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he walked away with a wave of his sleeves: "It's really rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
The three of them looked at the angry figure of the old doctor and looked at each other for a long time.
Fu Shuishui suddenly ran away, Luo Xinxin was silent for a moment, and with a ferocious expression on her face as if she had thought of something, she chased away, roaring as she ran: "Fu Shuishui! What a good thing you did! You made me listen to this bad old man reading here.