Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He whispered to him, "Jinghao, aunt has something to tell you."

"Aunt, you said."

"Do you want to grow tall, strong and smart in the future?"

"Of course..." Jing Hao replied without thinking.

Who doesn't want such a good thing, especially a boy like Jing Hao. It's his ideal to be tall and strong.

And who doesn't want to be smarter and smarter.

These are their dreams, okay.

So Jing Hao nodded fiercely and then said, "aunt, of course I want to."

Cang LAN smiled. Her fingers moved. Without Jing Hao's awareness, she took out the porcelain vase containing Yuanshen pill and put it on the table.

Cang LAN looked at Jing Hao and whispered, "Jing Hao, there is a pill in it. After eating it, you can make your body better and smarter. Your father wants you to be the number one, and you will be admitted easily. Of course, you have to work hard. If you don't work hard, it's useless to take 100 pills..."

Finally, canglan added another sentence.

Jing Hao looked curiously at the porcelain vase in front of him. In the moonlight, the white porcelain vase was shining.

It looks beautiful.

It seems that he can still smell the fragrance he often smells in his dreams,.

Jinghao involuntarily stretched out his little hand, took the porcelain bottle, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then said to canglan, "aunt canglan, I seem to have smelled it in a dream."

Cang Lan was surprised when she heard Jing Hao's words.

Now Jing Hao surprised her more and more.

Because she has never been to his room at night.

After all, this small village is very quiet, and there are no demons and ghosts.

There are no monsters that can eat people, so it's very safe here.

And she lives close enough to feel it.

There's no need to go to his room to protect him.

Therefore, in the past five years, canglan has never been to his room.

That is to say, in the evening, even if he lives here, they are far away. Then, how can Jing Hao say that he seems to have smelled this smell in his dream.

Is it the memory of previous lives?

It should be. For a god like Jing Hao, it is impossible to have no memory of his previous life.

Because only with the memory of his previous life can his soul be more consolidated and not as fragile as mortals.

Thinking of this, Cang LAN smiled and said with a smile instead of Jing Hao's words, "take this pill and tell you how to do it."

Then he opened the porcelain vase, poured out the pill, put it in the palm of his hand and handed it to Jing Hao.

Jing Hao took a curious look, as if he had sold sugar beans during the market.

He held out his hand, took the pill in his hand, smelled it under his nose, and said to canglan, "aunt, that's the smell. I smelled it in my dream."

Blue eyes smiled at Jing Hao, "I know, you smell it in your dream, eat it, and then do it according to what I said."

Without any hesitation, Jing Hao put the pill into his mouth.

This pill tastes the same as what you smell when you taste it.

It also has an inexplicable sweetness. It melts in the mouth, as if this pill contains a mass of gas.