Just now, I was so focused on taking Qiu Hao's suicide note that I didn't pay attention to the thick fog at all.
Observing further at this moment, Zhao Chu finally discovered something strange.
Can't see clearly.
With his strength, although he could not reach the level of clairvoyance, no matter how thick the fog was, he could not block his sight.
At this moment, Zhao Chu's visibility was only one meter.
right.
When Zhao Chu was not practicing yet, his vision had never been so blocked.
What made him even more flustered was his own spiritual thoughts.
invalid.
The third-level spiritual power, like the sight, was imprisoned within a one-meter range.
At this moment, Zhao Chu was like a blind man.
"Don't be nervous. It's the power of blood that brings you here. I can't possibly do anything to you."
"Don't feel inferior to yourself either."
"After all, you are my relative."
While Zhao Chu was stunned, the thick fog slowly dispersed.
The vision in front of my eyes instantly brightened.
Zhao Chu turned around suddenly.
Then, his pupils widened and his palms were filled with sweat.
Qiu Hao's suicide note.
The five previous suicide notes of Qiu Hao are in a combined state, scattered and floating in the air.
But the book in front of me is unfolded.
In the standing state, the cover faces Zhao Chu.
sand!
rustle!
It's the sound of turning pages.
Gudong.
Zhao Chu swallowed slowly.
In his sight, behind Qiu Hao's suicide note, there seemed to be a transparent person, sitting upright and carefully reading the heavenly book without a word at all.
However, this voice is neither male nor female, neither old nor young, and is creepy.
"May I have your name?"
Suddenly, a voice asked from behind Qiu Hao's suicide note.
Huh?
Zhao Chu didn't answer yet, but was stunned.
A small toe the size of a mahjong accidentally slipped out from under Qiu Hao's suicide note. The toes were as tender and smooth as water drops and moved very naughtily.
Zhao Chu stared at the little feet and couldn't help but be surprised.
He has seen many jade stones of excellent quality, but the color of this foot is perfect, smooth and smooth, and it is simply more attractive than the gentlest jade.
But these little feet are too small.
Even a newborn baby's feet are bigger than mahjong.
"Have you, Tiansha Lone Star, had no relatives since you were a child?"
Seeing that Zhao Chu was silent, the voice behind Qiu Hao's suicide note was still pretending to be a ghost and asked inscrutably.
pity.
Those feet that were accidentally exposed had already betrayed his true identity.
Zhao Chu felt relieved instead.
"That's right, I haven't had any relatives since I was a child."
Zhao Chu arrived calmly.
Regardless of past life or present life, he is an orphan.
"My name is Zhao Chu."
Later, Zhao Chu introduced himself.
"Um."
Swish, swish, swish.
The pages of the book turned very fast, as if the scholar had seen the end.
In an instant, Qiu Hao's suicide note was closed.
really.
There is a child the size of a book floating in the air.
right.
On the top of his head is a finger pointing upward, and on his chest is a big red bellyband with a flower embroidered on it.
There is a silver collar around the neck.
Thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips and plump lips.
Plus a cinnabar mole as the finishing touch.
This is a lively New Year painting doll.
That’s right!
During the Chinese New Year, children with naked butts will appear on New Year pictures all over the streets.
Sometimes a group of children hug a God of Wealth.
Sometimes, I hold a fish or a big gold ingot in my arms.
It looks harmless to humans and animals, and represents good luck, wealth, and wealth.
This is the mascot that has entered thousands of households.
The New Year painting doll had an expressionless face and flew over leisurely, looking Zhao Chu up and down.
That curious look was like that of a mountain kid going to the market for the first time.
"Your name is Zhao Chu?"
The New Year Painting Doll asked again.
This time, his voice finally regained its baby tone.
"right!"
Zhao Chu was observing the New Year painting doll. He couldn't let down his guard just because the doll was cute.
pity.
Nothing was found.
No matter how much spiritual power is used to detect it, this year Hua Doll is just a mortal child.
There is no spiritual power.
There is no real essence.
Not even any spiritual power.
But he is strangely able to float.
"You don't have a mother, do you?"
The New Year Painting Doll suddenly asked again.
"No, I have never felt maternal love."
For some reason, Zhao Chu suddenly felt sad when facing this New Year painting doll.
In fact, no matter in his past life or this life, he really doesn't know what maternal love feels like.
Just like this, in the cold wind, it grew up accidentally.
Inexplicably touching the scene.
"A child without a mother is always a little pitiful."
The New Year painting doll has its hands behind its back, like a little old man, with a face full of empathy.
"Yes, a motherless child doesn't even know where his home is during the Chinese New Year."
Zhao Chu looked at the poor New Year doll and was about to say a few words of comfort.
I have become an oily person and am used to it.
But this New Year painting doll, alone in Wen Yuan Pagoda, probably has no mother.
A motherless child is like a grass.
Where can you find happiness without your mother's arms?
"Don't be afraid... starting from today... you have a father."
"Introduce yourself."
"My surname is also Zhao. My full name is Zhao Chu's father."
"Father and son met each other for the first time. If there is anything I am not considerate about as a father in the future, please tell me."
"After all, being a father for the first time, you and I are still a little nervous and uncomfortable."
The face of the New Year painting doll is full of melancholy and seems to be very excited.
Then, he seemed to gently wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and moved towards Zhao Chushen in a hug.
That expression was as if he had really seen his long-lost son...
Zhao Chu actually likes children.
Especially such a crystal-clear New Year painting doll, he even thought of adopting it and treated it like a godson.
Even Zhao Chu had opened his arms.
But the New Year painting of the doll made Zhao Chu's face turn livid, and he could squeeze out water.
Your name is...Zhao Chu's father?
After being defeated by an army, this naughty kid didn't play according to the routine at all.
"Why are you hesitating? A father and son recognize each other. Shouldn't you cry at this scene?"
"Come here, dear son, let me give you a hug for my father."
"I have suffered so much for you for so many years. As a father, I will treat you well."
The New Year baby didn't notice Zhao Chu's tense muscles at all, so he flew into Zhao Chu's arms and patted Zhao Chu's chest carelessly.
Bang!
Zhao Chu clenched his fists fiercely.
Being taken advantage of by a naughty boy, your face is full of anger, but you are speechless. What can you do to a child?
"Son, have you been wronged in any way?"
"Come and talk to daddy. If you have any grievances, daddy will make the decision for you."
Looking up at Zhao Chu's twisted face, the New Year Painting Doll wiped and touched the corners of Zhao Chu's mouth lovingly, as if... wiping his saliva for him?
With that serious look, Zhao Chu wanted to squeeze him to death.
"Go! Drive!"
Zhao Chu tried his best to suppress his anger.
He didn't want to say bad words to a child.
Although, the soul of this child may be an old monster with an unknown age.
After all, the known time of Wenyuan Tower is already 800 years.
"Look into my eyes."
He shook his head in distress.
The New Year painting doll floated in front of Zhao Chu, with two pupils that were clearer than spring water, looking at Zhao Chu carefully.
In a daze, Zhao Chu even felt a little ashamed of himself.
Those pupils were simply purer than crystal, and the violence that filled one's heart calmed down.
never mind.
Don't argue with children.
Zhao Chu silently recited Amitabha in his heart, put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately.
Huh.
Looking at these eyes, it seems that the violence in my heart has been suppressed a lot.
"Did you see that?"
The New Year painting doll's fluffy eyelashes blinked and she asked in a leisurely manner.
"?"
Zhao Chu's eyebrows twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched.
What do you see?
"Is there any?"
The New Year Painting Doll asked again inexplicably.
Zhao Chu was confused.
What's there?
There is only a handsome reflection in your pupils and nothing else.
"Oh, this child has lacked discipline from his parents since he was a child, and he lacks some etiquette."
"Haven't seen it yet?"
"From the gaze of a loving father."
"gaze!"
"Loving father!"
"Use your heart to feel the love from a loving father."
"Heavy!"
"The kind of fatherly love that is as deep as a mountain."
The New Year painting doll shook its head melancholy, with a sad expression, as if she hated it, but she had to admit that this was the baby she gave birth to.
Click!
Fuck Buddhism.
Fuck Amitabha.
A naughty child needs to be disciplined in a naughty way.
Zhao Chu made a lightning move and directly grabbed the New Year Painting doll by its arms, then picked it up and slapped the guy on the butt.
call!
Zhao Chu tried his best to teach him a lesson.
However, something strange happened.
That year, Hua Doll completely went against all human trajectories. He was originally carried by Zhao Chu like a carrot.
But when Zhao Chu's palm passed across its buttocks, the New Year Painting doll's body was actually lying in the void.
His Qiao Tianqiao was still in Zhao Chu's palm.
That body turned 90 degrees.
Just like the weightless state of the human body in science fiction movies of previous generations.
Zhao Chu frowned.
Are you too slow?
Then, Zhao Chu slapped his butt again.
This time, Zhao Chu saw clearly.
The New Year Painting Doll seemed to have already calculated the trajectory of Zhao Chu's slap and avoided it in advance.
His head was like an axis, and his body moved to the other side again.
Do not believe in evil.
This time Zhao Chu no longer restrained his speed, but just suppressed his strength.
call!
Get out of the way!
call!
Get out of the way!
Zhao Chubo was dumbfounded.
His speed kept increasing, but that year he didn't care at all about drawing dolls.
Just like a leaf, the harder you try, the harder it becomes to hit it.
The sky is filled with the shadow of Zhao Chu's fists.
The New Year painting doll was spinning like a top in Zhao Chu's palm. Zhao Chu didn't even touch his bellyband, let alone spank him.
call!
finally.
Zhao Chu was tired.
Zhao Chu accepted his fate.
This looks like a naughty thing, but with my current strength, there seems to be nothing I can do about it.
"Son, are you tired?"
"A man who kills his father is a treasonous person who cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. How could your father make you become that kind of person?"
"Take your time and you will understand a father's love, a great father's love."
Wait until Zhao Chu calms down.
The New Year painting doll once again stared straight into Zhao Chu's eyes.
"Do you feel it?"
The air was silent for a few breaths, and then the New Year Painting Doll asked again.
"Um?"
Zhao Chu was so angry that he was still thinking about how to punish the New Year painting doll, but was stunned when he was asked.
"Father's love."
"A mountain of fatherly love."
"The gaze of a loving father."
The little fleshy hand of the New Year painting doll once again touched the corners of Zhao Chu's eyes, with that loving expression, really wiping away the tears of his wronged son.
"Friend, if you win, we will pretend we have never met."
"I'll take my leave first!"
Zhao Chu took a deep breath.
That's right.
He gave up.
The New Year painting doll in front of me is very strange. The reason why he doesn't beat it is not kindness at all.
But...it can't be hit at all.
Zhao Chu had a hunch that even if he sacrificed four elements, he still wouldn't be able to hit this little guy.
"As a father, how can I safely let you venture into the world on your own?"
"Let your father protect you."
There is no room for explanation.
The New Year painting doll sat directly on Zhao Chu's head.
Zhao Chu looked up.
The New Year Painting Doll is like a hat, its butt is sucked on the top of Zhao Chu's head. You can move it at any angle and it won't be affected at all.
At this moment, Zhao Chu wanted to slap himself.
What a sin.
Zhao Chu didn't even dare to look in the mirror.
The current self must be the same as King Kong’s little gourd doll.
It's just that there is a big treasure gourd on someone else's head.
On his head was a book-sized New Year painting doll.
"That's right, son."
"Those books you took away are somewhat interesting."
"When the nine books are put together, it seems that they can form a magical power. It is quite powerful and can save lives."
"Hurry up and find the rest. Only if you practice well can you protect your father."
The New Year Painting Doll said suddenly.
"Isn't it...you protect me?"
Zhao Chu gritted his teeth.
"When necessary, my son can be sacrificed."
The New Year painting doll nodded seriously.
"Friend, can you discuss something?"
Zhao Chu held back his anger and remained rational.
"After all, there is no need to be polite with your father."
New Year Painting Doll Road.
"Let me help you find a new son. I'm not suitable."
Zhao Chu thought for a while.
Ji Dongyuan should be suitable as a son and daughter-in-law.
"Son, you're joking."
"My father has only one son. His surname is Zhao and his name is Zhao Chu."
The New Year painting doll’s words are conclusive.
Didn’t you just know my name just now?
Zhao Chu felt that he would definitely have a fight with Nian Hua Doll.
Either you die or I die.
Who can understand the feeling of being called son by a naughty child?
"Ah, bastard, you disobedient son, it turns out you have found three books."
"Quick, quick, put it together and see what kind of magical power the nine books are in one."
Zhao Chu was still cursing in his heart.
In the next breath, a big head inexplicably emerged from his virtual space.
In the palm of the New Year painting doll, there are nine suicide notes of Qiu Hao.