little spicy jiao

Chapter 99

In the secret land of Senhai, on the endless ice field, snow flutters down like goose feathers, the cold wind whizzes through the vast ice field, and the creatures dormant between the sky and the earth, leaving nothing but emptiness.

However, in the boundless snow, at some point, a flaming red figure appeared. That small mass appeared extremely small in the empty ice field, but it was as clear as a dazzling burning flame, dyeing the dead and pale world with bright colors. live colors.

Mo Jiaojiao was so cold that he shrunk his fleshy little hands into his thick soft sleeves, habitually hooked his fingers together and stuck them to his stomach, and looked up at the fluttering snowflakes.

After a long stumbling walk, he has come to the middle of the snowfield in his dream.

It is no different from everything in the dreamland, there is still a vast expanse of snow, and the icy snow field can't see the edge at a glance.

The child stopped quietly on the snow, lowered his head and shook the rattle gently, listening to the sound he liked most when he was a child, his bright black eyes blinked slowly, and then opened his mouth, silently opening and closing.

"The owner of the valley said that Jiao Jiao should talk even when he can't speak. He has to say a hundred sentences a day, so that when he grows up, he won't be unable to speak smoothly."

The child was obviously used to talking to himself like this. He turned his head and looked around, but didn't find any traces of life, so he lowered his head, squatted down slowly, and stretched out his fingers to scribble on the snow.

"When Jiaojiao was dreaming, the tree demon beat Jiao Jiao, hung Jiao Jiao up, and his leg broke, and then threw Jiao Jiao into the snow. But now the tree demon can't move anymore, Jiao Jiao came by himself Snowfield."

While grumbling, Mo Jiaojiao drew a small figure on the snow, drew a dot on the forehead of the little figure in doubt, and continued:

"Jiao Jiao didn't know what was behind the dream. Jiao Jiao crawled in the snow for a long time, fell asleep, and then forgot."

He muttered a few words in a daze, watching the little man in a daze, his eyes turned red for some reason, stretched out his little hand to rub his eyes, patted his frozen red cheeks, and comforted:

"It doesn't matter. The dream will keep repeating. Just wait here. If you want to finish the dream, you will wake up and see Jiujiu."

Sadly, the child wiped away the water from his eyes, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Go out and look for Jiujiu, don't be afraid."

After doing a good job of psychological construction, Mo Jiaojiao finally stood up again.

He looked at the hazy mountains in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes. The sky fire burning in his body was endless, carrying the demon power from the dantian back and forth, and gradually forced it into the palm of his hand.

Mo Jiaojiao opened his eyes, stretched out his hands and spread his palms, looking at the small bright flames dancing in his hands, and began to circle around slowly.

The flame first jumped upwards for a while, and as the child changed direction, it stopped jumping suddenly at a certain moment, and fell obliquely to the left front of the child.

Mo Jiaojiao stopped, looked at the direction directed by Tianhuo, walked a few steps, then put away the flames, and sat down on the snow.

He first took a bunch of snowflakes and smeared them on his body indiscriminately, staining the red robe with crystal white, then enduring the cold, he stretched out his hands and kept digging in the snow with his white and tender fingers.

Because the snow was deep and soft, he dug a small snow pit very quickly.

After digging, the child blew on the red and swollen fingers with some discomfort, hid them in his arms and rubbed them, and didn't care to cover the heat again, so he tilted his head and looked at the snow pit, and murmured:

"Jiao Jiao will be buried in the snow, and the dream will continue when he falls asleep. But Jiao Jiao's leg is not broken, what if those monsters find out?"

The child thought about it for a while, stretched out his hand and touched his leg, thinking that he couldn't really break his leg, so he simply lay down in the snow pit, awkwardly turned his head to one side, and said silently formula.

Seeing the snow piled up next to him flying up with his little spell, covering himself and burying his whole body, Mo Jiaojiao lay down in the snow holding the rattle, and closed his eyes.

Everything returned to the time of the dream fault.

The child's body was covered with bruises, his legs were broken due to the long-term inhuman restraint, and the long-term exposure to the sun and rain also made him dying, passing out in the cold snow.

I don't know how long it took, but the little face that was frozen blue suddenly felt a little warm.

The child struggled to wake up slowly, turned his head, another drop of hot water was splashed on his fleshy face.

He frowned in pain, and opened his eyes with difficulty, but what he saw was a small face exactly like his own.

At this moment, a few teardrops were dripping on that rosy, chubby little face. The doll in front of her, who looked very similar to her, looked down at her, her big dark eyes gleamed with water, full of sadness.

The other party reached out and touched his cheek that was almost unconscious from the cold, and shouted in a lively voice completely different from his own: "Xue Wa, you are awake, that's great! The village chief and the others are worried about you to death, you How can you run out to play? You haven't helped me with my homework today!"

As she said that, the little baby stretched out her hand, trying hard to help Mo Jiaojiao, who was lying in the snow, up.

However, Mo Jiaojiao stared blankly at the little doll in front of him who was like a twin to him, but suddenly stretched out his cold fingers to touch his face, then looked up at him blankly, and said in doubt:

"Are you Yun Cake?"

"What are you talking about?" The little baby asked with a frown, and said unhappily, "Why are you silent? You made your clothes so dirty. When you go back, the village chief will call you out. Do you know that Xue Wa It can't be like this, you are so dirty, if the village chief wants me to be like you, then I will be ashamed."

Mo Jiaojiao pursed his lips when he heard the little boy's reproach, and asked persistently, "Are you Yun Cake?"

"What are you asking me?" The little baby tilted his head suspiciously, and his movements were exactly the same as what Mo Jiaojiao usually does. He pouted and said, "I'm Xuewa, you sleep so hard that you forget Did you? To protect you, the village head and gentlemen made me look exactly like you, have you forgotten?"

Mo Jiaojiao shook his head slowly, then lowered his head again, looking at the red robe he was wearing.

At this moment, all the memories about rebirth, about Tianyan Sword Sect, about Dugu Jiu, Shen Siyuan, Bie Hejian... about all the memories after rebirth disappeared without a trace in the child's mind.

He went back to when he was three years old again, the ignorant and ignorant child who could only struggle in nightmares.

All the misfortunes in dreams stem from malice and endless fear.He forgot everything.

The child opened his eyes subconsciously, and murmured: "Jiao Jiao has remembered. I am Xuewa, and you are my substitute. My leg is broken."

Following the child's silent words, the originally intact legs broke again in an instant, and the piercing pain quickly swept through the whole body.

Mo Jiaojiao curled up in pain, her small body lay trembling in the snow, endless pain snaked up from the broken ankle, and the body hidden in the robe was covered with scars again, almost To pass out.

The little doll struggled for a long time but failed to pull Mo Jiaojiao up. Seeing the child curled up trembling all over, he simply let go of his hand, and his childish voice rang out unhappily.

"Why don't you get up? The village chief said he wanted me to take you back. If you lie here again, the village chief will scold me later. Get up quickly. Also, I heard that the dryads in the woods hate snow Baby, you are their disaster, if you don't leave, what if they come out to see us later and take me away as you? I don't want to die. "

Mo Jiaojiao was tortured by the bone-piercing pain and almost lost consciousness, but he still managed to hear what the little baby said. He struggled to move his little body, and pressed his blue hands from the cold to the snow, trying to climb up.

However, seeing that he couldn't get up for a long time, the little baby shook his head and said, "No, you are too willful. I'll go back and tell the village head first, let the sir and the others come and take you back, or I'll be scolded later."

As she spoke, the little baby bent down and picked up Mo Jiaojiao's rattle that had fallen in the snow, shook it lightly, and said, "This is so cute. The village chief said you can't play it, so I confiscated it. Let's go first, you wait for Mr. to come."

After speaking, the little baby turned around and ran deep into the snow field, and soon disappeared into the vast snow.

Mo Jiaojiao worked hard to prop up his body, turned his head to watch the little doll run happily away holding the rattle, then lowered his little head and flattened his mouth. After a while, big teardrops fell into the snow .

He tried his best to sit up on the snow, looking at the heavy snow in the sky sadly, his dark round eyes were full of ignorance and bewilderment.

The moment the little baby said Xue Wa, he seemed to suddenly become another person, with countless memories.

He is not the much-loved God Tuzi of the Hidden God Valley, but the Xuewa who symbolizes disaster and new life in Yingxue Village.

He didn't have the owner and elders of Yinshen Valley who coaxed him to take care of him every day, but he had the village chief and gentleman who were obviously afraid of his ominousness, but kept him in the village because of his heralded new life.

He didn't take care of his little friend Yungao who he played with, but there was a snow boy who was his substitute who only needed to be pampered and didn't need to take any responsibility or make any efforts.

All the good memories of Hidden God Valley suddenly seemed like a dream.

Mo Jiaojiao silently touched his painful ankle, his exquisite and small face was blank and blank, he blinked his eyes that were no longer crying, touched his throat again, and silently said in doubt: "Jiaojiao is a god!" Tuzi, or Xuewa? Is the valley owner real, or the village chief?"

The child stared blankly for a while, then shook his head slowly, as if trying to convince himself: "Jiao Jiao is not Xuewa, and the owner of the valley will not hate Jiao Jiao, no."

However, no matter how he convinced himself that this place was just a dream, he couldn't stop everything that was born of malice from coming as expected.

Mo Jiaojiao sharply heard footsteps not far in front of him, looked up, and saw Elder Huaishu who was supposed to be sleeping in Yinshen Valley, standing not far away, looking at him with disappointment .

The young man walked up to the child slowly, bent down and hugged the child, and said softly: "Disobedient children will be punished, how many times have I told you, don't go into the woods, it will bring great harm to Yingxue Village. It's a big danger, but you just don't listen. Xuewa, are you really going to kill the entire Yingxue Village because of your own willfulness?"

As soon as the words were finished, the young man turned around and walked back with the silent child in his arms. What flashed in his raised phoenix eyes...was dazzling hatred and excitement.

Everything is as he expected, no matter what the monsters in Yinshen Valley do, Mo Jiaojiao will return to the dreamland again, and this place will become a cage that Shen Tuzi cannot escape in his life.

"Be obedient, the village chief will not be disappointed in you, and so will the gentlemen." The soft voice sounded above the child's head. "For the rebirth and continuation of Yingxue Village."

For him and others of his kind... to be free one day and stand upright in the light of day again.