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[Because the commission here is special, a ten-point ratio will be adopted]
【Start abnormal death mode.】
[Mode selected...]
【Dip. Bad luck.】
[Loss: 1/10]
[Abnormal death mode "Bad Luck (1/10)" is in use...]
Fuchen, who was holding the bottle and drinking milk, suddenly choked on a mouthful of milk in his trachea, "Uh..."
It's hard to breathe and I can't make a sound.
With his mouth open, his small chest kept rising, but he couldn't breathe in or out.
Coincidentally, Axi, who had just gone out, was filled with a violent aura and was floating in the air far away, practicing with his eyes closed.
"Uh..." Little Naichen opened her eyes and made a weak sound, waiting for rescue. The bottle in her hand fell on the soft quilt without making any sound.
Milk dripped from the vagina into the quilt...
My little hand grabbed upwards, but couldn't grab anything a few times, and gradually, it dropped down.
Axi opened his eyes and felt a trace of death in the air. He ran over and saw Fuchen who was white from holding back.
The little hands and feet were like a crab that was about to be steamed, and there was not much movement.
Axi immediately picked him up, holding his belly with one hand and patting his back with the other.
Two, three, and the last one was harder.
"Take it!" He spat out a mouthful of milk.
"Wow--" Fuchen, who was finally able to speak out, burst into tears and expressed his discomfort.
Axi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted her back gently, "You can even choke on milk. You are really promising."
"Ah——" Fuchen couldn't help crying and hugged Axi without letting go.
Axi had no choice but to coax Fuchen for half an hour before Fuchen struggled out of the fear of death and stopped crying.
His face was full of tears, his mouth was still wrinkled, and his eyes looked at him aggrievedly.
Inadvertently coming into contact with the past and wallowing in grief, it is easier to break the guard against the innocent child of the present.
Axi coaxed her along, more patiently than before. She felt that the black hole in her heart had become more realistic because of the child's proximity.
Fuchen is about to be one year old.
She is no longer satisfied with climbing, she always wants to reach things high up.
Axi held her hand and taught her how to walk.
Fuchen always starts running with a "da-da-da" sound, tripping over every three or two steps he takes.
"No rush."
As soon as he fell down, Fuchen cried so aggrievedly that he looked at Axi and refused to get up by himself.
Axi is also willing to hug people up again and again.
Compared with Fuchen's dependence, Axi seemed to be dependent on this child.
Sometimes, Axi would think about how great it would be if he were not a ghost. After having children, he could take her outside to see different scenery and find other friends to play with.
Instead, be trapped in this house.
After Fuchen could stand up, her scope of exploration became even wider, and the master bedroom and the second bedroom became her main areas of exploration.
It didn't take long before this lively child could no longer be contained.
The past was a black hole. Axi didn't want to touch it, but he was sucked in unconsciously.
Sitting alone on the sofa, Axi felt that he was too cold and felt uncomfortable all over. He always took out the dust in the cradle and held it in his arms to ward off the cold.
Warm, hot things are the ones with hope. He thought.
He has been buried in the soil for too many years.
Supernatural forum.
Room 404 of "Shijia Community".
"Drunkards, gamblers, and ghosts will not refuse anyone who comes": "The January period has arrived. The poster did not give the accurate life and death of the child. In this case, Pindao will go to find out the truth tonight and make a decision for everyone."
Someone below advised, "Damn, there's another person who is desperate for his life. Didn't you see that something happened to the supernatural anchor next door?"
Someone below was shouting, "The drunkard is mighty!"
It was late May and spring was cold, and the newly blooming peaches and apricots in the community were blown to the ground.
The temperature dropped sharply at night.
Axi carried him directly to the big bed in the master bedroom to rest.
During this period, women rarely came back. Occasionally they would come back during the day, just grab some clothes and leave.
Grandma saw her off with a smile and said, "No need to come back. I'll watch over here." Then she ran downstairs to play mahjong with the old lady.
The two of them had more than enough money, and Fuchen had no sense of existence in their eyes.
Grandma happened to see Fuchen standing with his hands on the table, but she didn't feel anything at all. She just said to her daughter when she called, "Fuchen? She's saving the trouble."
Axi accompanies Fuchen as he learns to speak, "Dad!"
"Daddy."
"dad!"
"Daddy."
"dad!"
"Daddy."
…
Fuchen still hasn't learned these two words.
Axi is not discouraged and must start with this before teaching every day.
There is no need to learn "grandma" and "mom".
"uncle."
"uncle."
Axi touched her head and encouraged, "Very good, Auntie."
"Aunt."
Axi touched her head again and looked at her encouragingly, "Dad."
"Daddy."
The Quyin (four tones) is always wrong.
"dad."
"Daddy."
"dad……"
After speaking out, Axi felt an uncomfortable breath enter the community.
That kind of masculine energy, mixed with complex air currents, is very chaotic and very strong.
Axi frowned, knowing that this person was coming for him. He touched Fuchen's head, picked her up and put her into bed.
Afraid that she would roll off, I moved the wardrobe and two bookshelves to three sides of the bed.
Fuchen got up from the bed, "Hey", sat on the bed, and stared at him blankly through the hollow of the bookshelf.
Axi made a silent gesture, "Shh. Sleep."
Then, slowly close the door.
Fuchen stood blankly, holding his head high, looking at the hollow of the bookshelf. He crawled over, lying on his stomach and got himself into the bookshelf...
On the avenue of the community, a man with an upright appearance, strong aura, sharp eyes, like a tiger and an eagle, strode towards Apartment No. 13.
Staircase No. 13.
The uncle blocked the man and said, "Axi is a good boy. You can't bully him."
The man tilted his head and glanced at him with a mocking and contemptuous look in his eyes.
"Let him come here." came a voice.
The man raised his head and looked towards the fourth floor, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the corner of his mouth arched into a smile.
Seeing this, the uncle could only advise, "Don't kill. Killing has karma."
I don’t know who I’m advising.
The man walked upstairs slowly, ignoring the old man behind him.
Walking in front of the 404 door, he knocked on the door three times to show his gentlemanly demeanor.
"Click", the door opened by itself. Axi opened the door to treat guests.
Sitting on the sofa, tilting his head to look at the guests.
"This ghost man, poor Taoist, you have done a lot of killing, and I would like to invite you to come and stay in my purple golden bowl for a night to wash away your karma." The man smiled, took out a golden bowl, and stared at Axi.
Although his tone was polite, his words expressed murderous intent and could not be refused.
Axi chuckled lightly and replied with a beastly tone, "This Taoist Priest has so much demonic aura that he has already entered the Xiemen and the Crooked Path. His evil deeds are no less than mine. It is better to enter my ghost gate and cultivate forever."
"
What a joke, what kind of purple golden bowl does a Taoist priest use?
It must have been taken by the unjust monk he killed.
"Hey, yeah, yeah." A milky voice sounded, seeming to be imitating the tune.
One person and one ghost turned their heads at the same time and looked at Fu Chen in front of the master bedroom door.
