Qin Mo had just lifted his lids.
The little tiger's hand was already pressed on his forehead.
Then, she frowned heavily. She stopped wagging her tail and ran downstairs. She carried a small medicine box and ran back.
She was probably too naughty. Compared to Qin Mo, the little tiger always had injuries of various sizes on her body.
Of course, there weren't any heavy injuries.
Usually, it was because she was climbing a wall and got scratched on her face and hands.
Sometimes, she would have a toothache and a bloated stomach.
These were problems that children often encountered.
Little Tiger Bo was so familiar with the An family's medicine box because every time she was sick or injured, Qin Mo would be the one feeding her medicine.
At first, Qin Mo didn't know what the little tiger was going to do. He felt a little dizzy. He swayed and wanted to stand up to look for her.
But when he saw the little tiger carrying the medicine box, his fingers paused.
Bo Jiu took the medicine box on the first trip. On the second trip, she carried a big pot of hot water. She lowered her head and poured the cold medicine into Qin Mo's mouth seriously. Then, she broke a few pieces of medicine and looked at Qin Mo with her dark eyes.
She wanted him to eat medicine.
This was the first time.
He was being taken care of.
Qin Mo watched as the little tiger ran up and down. In the end, she took a book and flipped a few pages before saying, "Momo, I don't know how to tell bedtime stories. Why don't I make one for you?"
"Mmh?" Qin Mo felt that it was rare to see someone not being naughty. She even knew how to tell him a bedtime story. He couldn't help but smile.
Seeing this, Little Tiger Bo lowered her eyes and kissed him on the cheek.
Qin Mo didn't guard himself. He didn't know if it was because of the cold or something else, but the back of his ears turned red.
When he thought about it, it was a certain little tiger who began to make up a story.
The Bo family was familiar with Buddhism and the Bible.
These were two different beliefs.
But it wasn't hard to tell from the little tiger's words.
Hence, she told him a story.
"A long time ago, there was a person who cultivated the demonic path and a person who cultivated the righteous path. The person who cultivated the demonic path was treated as an unforgivable sin and fell into the underworld. Those who cultivated the Righteous Dao could ascend to the Exalted Immortal Realm and become undying and indestructible. However, no one knew that the two of them actually knew each other, and they were on very good terms. They met when they were eight years old, under the Kunlun Ice Mountain, and worshiped the same celestial master. It was just that the one who cultivated the demonic path was naughty and mischievous, and always wanted to cause trouble. All the immortal herbs he obtained were given to the one who cultivated the celestial path. This was because the cultivation of the celestial path required one to expend vital energy, and to comprehend great enlightenment, only then would one be able to love all living things. Originally, the two of them were equally talented, but one day, the child who cultivated the demonic path committed a great taboo. In order to save his senior martial brother who cultivated the celestial path, he committed the sin of killing and was imprisoned in the Kunlun Mountain Range for three years. At that time, his Senior Apprentice Brother went to accompany him every day in exchange for bringing him immortal herbs. However, he was rejected. That person who cultivated the demonic path had said, "I can't do nothing when I see you in harm's way. I can't love all living beings." It was probably because of this one sentence that he said that destroyed all possibilities of him becoming an immortal. Ever since then, he fell to the ground and became a demon. He walked through the human world, experienced the joys and sorrows of partings and reunions, saw all the streets and alleys, and slept in the teahouse as a dissolute young master. He only remembered the person who disciplined him the moment they met at the foot of the Kunlun Mountain. However, the two of them could no longer meet, or wherever he was, he would try his best not to appear. However, many people did not understand that those who cultivated the demonic path were not necessarily bad, and those who cultivated the celestial path were not necessarily good. When many people did something wrong, not only did they not dare to admit it, they would also push the blame. This was human nature. There was never a distinction between the demonic path and the celestial path, because the person who cultivated the demonic path was very flamboyant, and even had many secrets about some people. The more guilty a person was, the more they would want to bite the other person first. They would never remember what they had done, and would only talk about how the person who cultivated the demonic path was like. First, they would smear their reputation, and then they would set a trap. They received news that the person who cultivated the demonic path would go through a tribulation every ten years, so they used this opportunity to attract ten thousand bolts of lightning. Ever since the Demon Saint was destroyed, everyone thought that his soul would be completely gone. Unexpectedly, he actually fell into the Yellow Springs, leaving behind a wisp of his soul. They said that the person who destroyed him was not these people who cultivated the righteous path, but because he refused to obey the heavenly mandate. However, on this day, there was also a person who refused to obey the heavenly mandate. He used his immortal bones, flesh, and blood in exchange for a change of fate. The change was not his, but someone else, the person who should have ended here. Buddha asked him if he would regret turning from an immortal into a being that didn't know what was good or bad. He replied that he didn't regret it. The person he missed the most was when he had met him when he was eight years old. Now, his luck was full, and he could take all of it. Buddha shook his head. This was a High Immortal, the person with the most spiritual energy. How could he end up like this? He didn't agree, and only said that this was the heavenly mandate. He laughed, and the white sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow. With blood as a guide, he cleared out hell, and caused the three realms to shake. That night, there were no ghosts on the eight hundred mile road to the Yellow Springs. There were only dazzling and blooming mandalas. The road that was built seemed to be calling someone home. When Guanyin saw this, she shed a tear. The bell of Leiyin Temple rose and fell, and Buddha only chanted 'Amitabha'. "
With that, Little Tiger Bo tilted her head, looking as though she was waiting for a compliment. "Momo, is this story good?"
"You should continue making it up." Qin Mo glanced sideways at her.
Little Tiger Bo wagged her tail. "Let me think about it. I'll tell you tomorrow. Be good and sleep first. That way, you will get better."
Qin Mo looked at the little face that was very close to him. He pinched it with his fingers. "Silly, don't worry."
"Huh?" Little Tiger Bo blinked in confusion.
Qin Mo's drug took effect. When the little person was about to close her eyes, her voice floated over. "Even if we are different after we grow up, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Little Tiger Bo heard this sentence.
Her pair of tiger eyes lit up slightly.
In reality, Little Tiger Bo more or less understood that ordinary people wouldn't be able to accept what she was going to do in the future.
She had watched so many cartoons and movies.
They all said that people from different worlds would never be together.
She had asked Grandpa An before. The little princess's family was a policeman.
No, that wasn't right. It should be the kind that was more powerful than the police.
Anyway, they were specially here to catch her.
She didn't want the person who came to catch her to be Momo.
She didn't want Momo to hate her after knowing what she did for a living.
Hence, even the story she made up revealed a kind of desire.
What made her happy was what he said.
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