This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Some regrets can make up for it.

But some missed, is a lifetime.

The story of the meeting between Qing and Mo is like a grand farce.

Green ink as promised, plain as ever.

Still the same good friend.

The story is here in Mochi, only about him and Tsing Yi meeting Yin Jiu again.

After that, the dragon scale in his palm, and the phrase that was blown apart by the wind, were still buried deep in his heart.

This was a secret that belonged to him alone, and he did not say it.

In the secret room, the candles flickered.

Xiao Qingqing had already slept on his lap, and the lazi flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Chi touched his nose, and Jun's face showed a slightly embarrassed smile.

"This story seems to have been told for too long..." It was rare to hear this little witch doze off.

"Godfather." A soft little milk voice sounded behind him.

Mochi turned his head in surprise, and saw Xiao Sanchen dragging a pillow bigger than himself, looking at him curiously and eagerly.

"Chen'er?" Mo Chi was a little surprised, this little guy actually woke up?

Xiao Sanchen dragged his pillow to his side and sat down, propped his head up and looked at him, "Godfather, the story isn't over yet."

"It's over." Mochi reached out and touched his head.

Xiao Sanchen looked at him obediently and blinked, "But I heard that my godfather still has a lot of words in his heart."

Mo Chi was startled.

Back then, when this little guy smashed the underworld out of the ground with one punch, he and Beiyin had already figured it out, but they couldn't predict Sanchen's future.

His ability might be stronger than Yun Chao and Fuguang.

But it's hard to estimate what it looks like, mainly since he was born, he has been dozing off most of the time.

"Can Chen'er read people's hearts?"

Xiao Sanchen nodded and shook his head again.

"I can hear what ordinary people think, but like godfather and father, I may not be able to hear it completely." Xiao Sanchen said, and yawned:

"But the godfather was very relaxed when he was just telling stories to his sister, so I heard a little bit."

I'm afraid it's not a little bit...

Mochi looked at him with a smile, although it was no secret that he liked Tsing Yi, except for the scumbag who had a bit of a head, he didn't know it, and almost everyone else knew it.

But after all, she was Xiao Sanchen's mother. When the children knew about it, Uncle Mochi's old face was somewhat unbearable.

Especially this little guy can read minds.

Xiao Sanchen opened his big eyes of water and spirit. His eyes were extremely mysterious, with black pupils at the bottom, but with golden pupil lines, as deep as abyss, these eyes seemed to have magic power.

"Godfather is cultivating the "Destroying House", you must first have affection, then forget it and then be ruthless, but the godfather has never been willing to forget it. As time goes by, it will not be good for you."

Xiao Sanchen said calmly.

Mo Chi was stunned for a moment, and touched his head: "Don't worry about the adults, children."

"Godfather." Xiao Sanchen looked at him obediently, "I can help you."

Mo Chi looked at him for a while and couldn't help but laugh.

"You are too young to understand this, and no one can help you with emotional matters."

He and the scumbag can only be friends in the end.

That line can't be crossed, and it can't be crossed.

"Godfather wants to dream?" Xiao Sanchen asked suddenly.

Mochi didn't speak.

"Life is unsatisfactory in this world. Whether it is gods, ghosts or fairies, all have their own sufferings, greed, hatred, hatred, can't ask, love parting."

Xiao Sanchen said calmly, "Even if you are as powerful as your father and mother, you can't do everything you want, but in a dream, you can make up for your regrets."

"A dream is an illusion after all."

"What's the difference between fantasy and reality?" Xiao Sanchen said calmly, "Some people seem to be alive and awake, but in fact they have been in their own dreams. Some people seem to be asleep, but they live more awake than anyone else."

Mochi looked at him with a smile, this little guy was talking to him about mysticism.

"One of your supernatural powers is mind-reading, and the second supernatural power is dream weaving?"

"You can say that." Xiao Sanchen smiled sweetly: "If some regrets can be made up in dreams, wouldn't it be good? Dreams don't necessarily make people sink, maybe they can make people more awake."

"So you like sleeping so much?"

"Why don't you try it?" Xiao Sanchen turned to look at him.

Mochi lowered his eyes, looked at Xiao Qingqing who was sleeping beside him, and said softly, "It's good now, your kindness is appreciated."

Xiao Sanchen looked at him for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

"But I think godfather, you will still come to me again."

Xiao Sanchen grinned with a small grin, then dragged the pillow and climbed into Mo Chi's arms. Eyelid seemed to be fighting, yawning and muttering:

"Godfather is not alone. In the future, my sister and I will support you."

After saying that, the little guy fell into a deep sleep.

Inside the house, the candles flickered, Mochi looked at the pair of children in his arms, and the silver eyes overflowed with soft colors.

There are seven hardships in life, greed, hatred, ignorance and resentment, love and separation, and not being able to ask for it.

He had tasted them all, and felt regretful, but not dissatisfied.

It is true that he never got Tsing Yi, but that scumbag gave him too many gifts.

Yun Chao, Fuguang, Sanchen, Qingqing...

They are the children of Beiyin.

It's not his child.

Mochi looked at the palm of his hand, and watched the dragon scales slowly fill his palm, but a piece of scale was missing in the center.

"Dream..."

"If you really have this beautiful dream, maybe it's okay to try it..."

After carrying the two sleeping little guys back to the room, Mochi put out the candle and walked out after they were settled.

Just as he closed the door, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look behind him.

In the yard, a red shadow was sitting carelessly under Cangmu.

She just sat on the stone table with her legs crossed and pinched her waist, holding a wine bag in her hand, her cold and beautiful face was unhappy, as if someone owed her tens of thousands of years of merit money and didn't give it. .

For a moment, Mochi thought that he had returned to the place of exile:

The girl at that time stood under the tree and waved at him with laughter and cursing:

Zhu Heishui, I found another fat sheep, come and work~~

As if in a lifetime, scenes from the past are reflected in front of him.

Under the tree, Tsing Yi looked at him with a resolute expression, just like in the past, the wine bag was thrown at him.

"Zhu Heishui, why are you in a daze!"

After taking the wine bag, Mo Chi's thoughts returned to reality little by little, he opened the cork and took a sip before walking towards her.

"Didn't you go to Ye Yan's worry-free secret realm? Why did you come to me again?"

Tsing Yi rolled his eyes: "Didn't you send a message to let the old lady come? You said you were going to detain my son and daughter, you forgot?"

"Forgot." Mo Chi looked at her with a half-smile.

"Stinky virtue." Tsing Yi grabbed the wine bag and shook it, "Hey, why did you drink it all for me?"

"Don't drink that amount of alcohol, I, the demon world, can't help your misfortune." Mo Chi walked to the side of the stool and sat down, looking up at her:

"What's the matter with that bad old man in your family? I'm a lot of age, and I don't know what to focus on."