Mo Shangqian laughed, patted the little girl on the head, and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion without looking back.
Murong Wan ran to the door with short legs, but she saw that Mo Shangqian's steps were a little hasty, as if there was a ghost chasing behind him, which made her feel confused.
She returned to the Sutra Pavilion, picked up a book at random and started reading.
There are many books in the Sutra Pavilion, and each of them seems to have collection value, but none of them makes Murong Wan satisfied.
She hopes to find a book that can change her constitution so that she can return to the path of cultivating immortality.[
But if there is no immortal fate, there is no immortal fate. How can she change this kind of physique? She will not seek death and end up in another body, right?
She doesn't know how to do this kind of thing, and she can't do it. After all, this body gave birth to Xiaobao.
Murong Wan spent a whole day in the Sutra Pavilion, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find such a book, but to no avail.
Because of his small body, it was difficult to walk, and it was even more difficult to find things. It was not until Xiaobao carried the food to find the Sutra Pavilion that Murong Wan realized that he was leaning forward and backward from hunger.
"Xiaobao, you are my cutest baby." Murong Wan kissed Xiaobao's pink face twice. Just as she was about to start eating, Xiaobao glared at her and said, "Mom hasn't washed her hands yet."
"It doesn't matter. It's not clean. You won't get sick after eating it!" Murong Wan wanted to ignore her little housekeeper, but Xiaobao took the bowl and chopsticks from her hand and said righteously: "No, it's so dirty.
You have to wash your hands before eating!”
"Xiaobao, can you stop being so serious?" Murong Wan looked helplessly at her lovely son, who could be so serious and cute.
I have to say that although Mo Shangqian is not a good person, his seeds are indeed of high quality. If she has no way to cultivate immortality, maybe she can have a few more children for fun...
Xiaobao sighed helplessly. He stood up and fetched a bowl of water for his mother. He kept saying: "Mom is good at everything, but she is too informal. Otherwise, how could she find a pervert named Mo to borrow her seed?"
Thinking about what happened last night, Xiaobao was very confused.
"Don't even think about it. If it weren't for my informality, would there be a child as cute as you in the world?" Murong Wan let the little guy help her wash her hands.
This child may have understood human affairs as early as his mother's womb. If not, how could he know everything at such a young age? On the first day he grew up, he knew how to run to her bed to find her, his mother?
Such a cute child, it makes people feel sad.
Xiaobao helped Murong Wan wash her little hands, and then took out a clean handkerchief to wipe away the water stains on her little hands. His meticulous look made Murong Wan smile.
She, the mother, should have been the one to take care of the child, but unfortunately her body was too small and very unruly, so from childhood until now, Xiaobao, the kid, has been taking care of her.
Over time, it spoiled her as a mother, and sometimes she felt that she was sorry for the little guy.
But this guy seemed to enjoy the process of taking care of her, which made her feel uncomfortable all the time.
"Mom, it's time to eat." Xiaobao felt it was enough, so he collected the handkerchief, folded it neatly, and put it in his pocket.
Murong Wan subconsciously wanted to help Xiaobao add some food, but Xiaobao snatched it away: "Mom, I have told you many times that I will do this heavy work." [
Murong Wan looked at Xiaobao helplessly: "You make me feel like a useless person."
Xiaobao rushes to do all the "dirty" and "tiring" work, and basically has nothing to do with her.
