The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 221 Muxiong

   Tang Jin nodded lightly when he heard this.

   Refining little ghosts is extremely cruel in itself.

   And only children under one and a half years old can only be used, that is, because children under one and a half years old have a strong ability to perceive these things, and when their anger is not enough to harm others at the beginning, they instinctively know what to do.

   For example, squatting in the corner of someone else's room in the middle of the night is scary, and for example, there is a strong idea that he wants to push the desk in the study away from the wall.

   And because he is too young and ignorant, he is the safest and least likely to fight back for those who practice little ghosts.

   is also the worst.

   Xiang Ruyu was basically determined, but he was still shaking with anger.

   As a pediatrician, although she is usually unsmiling, she does make some children afraid.

   It's just that she doesn't laugh very much and is used to being serious, but she actually likes children very much.

   "Is he still here?"

   asked Ruyu softly.

   It's daytime now, and the evil spirit on the other party's body has been dispersed by her to only a thin layer, Xiang Ruyu can't see the kid.

   "Yes, he's over there."

   Tang Jin nodded and pointed to a corner.

  Although Zhang Yi was sympathetic, he was still somewhat worried.

   Several people subconsciously looked in the direction of Tang Jin's fingers.

   The two of them have been tossed a lot these past few days. Even after a good night's sleep, their faces are still pale, morbid and tired.

  I was looking forward to looking at the little devil here, but it seemed extraordinarily helpless.

   In hindsight, I realized that I was the culprit behind these things.

   The small step he took tentatively out was pulled back by him.

   A pair of blood-red eyes fell pea-sized tears.

   They won't like him, no one wants him.

   He was always the one who was abandoned without even a name.

  The blood and tears fell drop by drop, and finally the kid curled up in the corner and whimpered lowly.

  —Why so sad.

  —Why so lonely? -

   The only little dumpling in the house who could see this kid tilted his head slightly, with no emotion on his face, his big cat pupils were black and bright, and he turned his head to look at Xiang Ruyu, who was a little helpless.

   "Didn't my aunt say to give him a name?"

  Tang Jin put his hands on his hips, and this small appearance looked impressive.

"name-"

   nodded to Ruyu.

   "Yes, my aunt told you before that I want to give him a name. Is he a boy?"

"Yes."

  The kid was stunned for a moment, then looked up in confusion.

   Tears haven't been wiped away, but all parts of the body except for the eyes are hazy black mist, sad and pitiful.

   It was like a slowly rotting flower squatting in the corner, and at this moment, I saw the sunlight drifting to this side.

   "Let's call it Muxiong."

Xiang Ruyu thought about it before, and wrote these two words on white paper, "It's just March, and the deciduous shrubs of the Oleaceae family have a flower called jasmine, which blooms at this time, symbolizing life and vitality. There is still hope."

   Xiang Ruyu thought about the news report this morning, with some anger and some sadness in his eyes.

   "The cold of winter has passed, if possible, I hope the cold in his heart can pass too."

   Not only as a pediatrician who likes children, but also as an ordinary person.

  Tang Jin jumped off the sofa, picked up the piece of paper, and walked to the corner.

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   Mushroom.

  The kid hasn't read a book.

   The few words I learned were learned when Li Zheng asked him to go out and do bad things. He didn't quite understand what Xiang Ruyu said, nor did he know what these two words were.

   He was repeating in a dazed mouth, the little dumpling in front of him had already squatted down, and he squatted right in front of him, and the paper was handed to him.

   "Muxi is these two words, you will be called Muxi in the future."

   "Ah-ah... Mushroom..."

   His hoarse voice was like a baby babbling.

   curled up in the corner and tentatively stretched his arms forward, wanting to touch.

   froze when he found himself covered with black mist.

   will affect her.

   He is no longer a good boy.

  Tang Jin's hands were even faster, hugging Muxiong, and this time he brought out a big smile.

   The milky sound is glutinous, gentle and unsympathetic, like treating a little friend with you.

   Xiang Ruyu followed the little dumpling to the corner just now.

   She couldn't see the wooden rhinoceros, but she also knew that the other party was here.

   After hesitating for a moment, she squatted down and surrounded the little dumpling and the wooden rhinoceros in the corner.

  The black gas began to fade and became a little transparent.

   Something started to loosen.

  Mu Xi has never felt that his body is so light, light and comfortable, making people sleepy, and no more screaming, noisy and hysterical.

   "I'll meet a good person next time." Tang Jin said softly.

  The pair of arms full of black energy wrapped around him, hugged her, and hugged Xiang Ruyu.

   sounded like a baby crying.

   Xiang Ruyu finally saw the little black figure with a little bit of transparency, and some familiar children also stretched out their hands timidly and hugged her neck.

  —Good.

-

"thanks."

-

   Xiang Ruyu hasn't reacted yet.

   Everything I saw at that moment disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet.

  Tang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and looked back at Xiang Ruyu.

   "Auntie, everything is settled now."

  Xiang Ruyu maintained the posture of enclosing the person in a virtual circle, and looked down at the little dumpling.

   "I believe it is reliable today, and it is guaranteed to be right."

  Tang Jin patted his little chest lightly.

   In the end, Xiang Ruyu hugged him very tightly.

   That always calm and indifferent voice with a stern body dyed the cry and trembled.

"thanks."

  ***

  Sanqing Taoist Temple.

  The plaque on the door just made last month because of the wind and rain in the past few days, the Qing characters of the Sanqing Taoist Temple have lost three points of water, and I don’t know where the wind and rain have gone.

  The sixteen-year-old boy dressed in cotton and linen fir and looked around outside.

   His brows and eyes are a little innocent, but also a little showy, and he looks like a bit of a foolish beauty who is currently popular, but his footsteps are light, his movements are sharp, and his beautiful apricot eyes are round and shiny.

   Finally, he let out a faint sigh.

   "How many times is this this year?"

   He stretched out his hand to cover his face, half-smiling.

   "You have to find a way to tie the senior brother to the Taoist temple."

   I have only been out for a few days, and no one can suppress Master's fortune of leaking money.

   "Otherwise, do you want to find a way to bring the little sister back?"

   The corner of the young man's lips curled slightly, he didn't know what to think, and gave a low laugh.

   "I don't know if she thinks about me. I'll be angry next time I see a serious scolding."

   Grab the preserved fruits she likes when the time comes.

   "Su Qian, why are you laughing over there if you don't come to help?"

   (end of this chapter)