Douluo's life to the end

Chapter 53 This bed is too soft

"Xiao Xiaoji, I haven't seen you for a few years, you've become a Titled Douluo." Qian Zhongling said to Qian Xun Ji, who was still full of thoughts.

"Old ancestor, it has been 46 years since you went out, and I am also 52." Chihiro Ji said earnestly.

Qian Zhongling was taken aback, he really didn't notice this, after all, judging from Qian Xun Ji's current appearance, he was only about 30 years old.

Thinking of this, he teased: "I didn't expect, Xiao Xiaoji, you take good care of yourself, and you look a little older than me."

Qian Daoliu:
Alligator: .
Ghost Chrysanthemum: .
Seeing that these juniors had nothing to say, Qian Chongling didn't want to continue to keep these guys who couldn't do anything, didn't have anything to eat, and could only cook, so he waved his hand.

"Xiao Xiaoji, you can arrange a few young, well-behaved, fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids to come over tomorrow. It doesn't matter if they are soul masters or not, the important thing is to be young and beautiful."

It's inconvenient for a grown man to take care of a six-year-old girl, so it's appropriate for a young lady to take care of Bibi Dong.

"About Bibi Dong's matter, it is said to the outside world that you accept her as an apprentice, but in fact, I teach you personally." Qian Zhongling instructed Qian Xunji.

"Okay, now let me go back to where I came from."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a few people to say anything, he directly issued an order to evict the guest.

In the hazy night, amidst the gauzy clouds and mist, a waning moon hangs high in the starry sky.

In a classically elegant, low-key, luxurious and connotative room, Qian Zhongling sat on the bed, holding a pen in his hand, drawing something on the rice paper on a large long table in front of the bed.

Outlined on the rice paper is a peerless, pure and beautiful face. The contours of the face are as beautiful as a knife cut, the crystal clear and charming eyes are shining like stars, the curved willow eyebrows, the pink and small Yuqiong nose, rosy and soft lips
At the same time, in another room separated by this wall.

Unlike Qian Zhongling who was painting, Bibi Dong couldn't fall asleep right now.

I saw that Bibi Dong was wearing a cute pink rabbit pajamas, also lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were absent-minded, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

This bed is so soft, I feel like my whole body is sinking into it, as if being gradually swallowed up by a soft creature.This is the only feeling Bibi Dong has now, she is a little scared.

Before she was four years old, she slept with her grandma in her arms. Although she got used to sleeping alone, in her little heart, the cold and hard bed smelled like her grandparents, and she slept peacefully.

No one can replace that indescribable sense of happiness, but tonight, not only is there no smell of grandparents, even the hard bed is gone.

So Bibi Dong suffered from insomnia.

The more this was the case, the more Bibi Dong felt that she couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning just because she didn't feel sleepy.

Will the teacher have a harder bed?

This idea suddenly rose in Bibi Dong's little head, and as time passed, she wanted to ask more and more.

On the other side, Qian Zhongling was still drawing, when suddenly there was a light knock on the door.

"Dong dong!"

Although the knock on the door was slight, it was extremely clear to Qian Chongling. He frowned, put the brush in his hand aside, walked to the door, and opened it.

A small figure in pink pajamas, holding his own quilt, was reflected in Qian Chongling's eyes.

Qian Zhongling reached out and touched her small head, and asked curiously, "Dong'er, what's the matter?"

"Teacher, the bed here is too soft, I'm not used to sleeping, I'm a little scared."

During the words, a trace of shyness flashed in Bibi Dong's bright eyes, she lowered her head and did not dare to look into Qian Chongling's eyes.

Qian Zhongling was taken aback when he heard this, he really didn't think that the child would be unable to sleep because of this problem, nor did he consider it.

But recognize the bed, who hasn't?
Certain adults sometimes suffer from insomnia in a different environment, let alone a six-year-old.

Think about it, for a six-year-old child to leave a place he has lived in for a long time and come to an unfamiliar environment, and only one person falls asleep in the dark night, it is natural to be a little afraid.

The next moment, Qian Zhongling directly hugged Bibi Dong's small body, put her on the bed, and said: "Then Dong'er, just sleep on this bed, this bed is relatively hard."

Qian Zhongling's bed is a kind of rock he found near the crater, and he made it into a bed shape.It has the effect of warming in winter and cooling in summer. In terms of hardness, because it is made of rock, it must be relatively hard.

Bibi Dong poked her head out of the quilt, and nodded timidly.

This bed is indeed hard, similar to the small bed in her own home in Fengming Village, and it is warm, like a grandpa, Bibidong thought in her heart.

"What are you doing, teacher?" Looking at Qian Zhongling who was sitting on the edge of the bed, constantly sketching something with a paintbrush, Bibi Dong got out of bed curiously.

Standing behind Qian Zhongling with a small body, a small head was exposed on his shoulders, and his big eyes watched the characters on the rice paper under Qian Zhongling's pen slowly take shape.

It was a tall, proud and graceful girl in a green palace dress. This girl seemed to have stepped out of a painting under Qian Chongling's pen.

Therefore, even though she is still young, she can see that Qian Chongling's painting skills are extremely superb.

"Teacher, who are you drawing?"

Qian Zhongling was too engrossed just now, he didn't notice that Bibi Dong was standing behind him, this sentence made him turn his head.

But when he didn't want to turn his head, Bibi Dong's lips happened to be printed on the side of his face, although it was only for a moment
Qian Zhongling couldn't help but blushed, coughed lightly and said, "This is a friend of the teacher."

"Dong'er, rest early, you have to train tomorrow."

It's just that Bibi Dong, who was still young, didn't feel anything at all, she nodded lightly and said: "Okay, teacher."

Half an hour later, Qian Chongling's ears gradually heard the sound of light breathing. At this time, he just finished the painting, wrote the words "Dugu Qingyue" in the upper right corner, and copied it hanging in the study.

Qian Zhongling sat by the bed, resting his chin, looking at Bibi Dong who had already fallen asleep with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

He was still a little puzzled, how could such a simple and lovely child become the biggest villain in the original time and space?
Could it be that he broke his brain at some point?
Otherwise, how can you fall in love with a person like Yu Dashi, not only because this talkative master leaked many secrets of Wuhun Temple, but also wanted to elope with him in the end?

This kind of thing, not to mention Qian Xunji, even himself, would probably be so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven!
No, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, you must be prepared!
(It is estimated that there will be another chapter around 10:30, thank you for your support.)
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