Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

Chapter 593 The Little One Raised by the Ghost King 2

The little kid in my arms started crying again.

The little girl's hands tightly grasped the front of He Xuan's shirt, her pink little mouth pouting, and tears falling like beads with broken strings.

She was sobbing, her little face turned red, and she hiccuped from time to time. She looked so pitiful.

He Xuan frowned, his ears buzzing from her crying. He felt inexplicably irritated, but also had a strange feeling in his heart.

Why is this little thing crying like this? It's so pitiful.

"Tsk." He said coldly, reaching out to poke Miaomiao's chubby cheeks, and said in a stiff tone: "Don't cry."

Miaomiao stopped crying, blinked her big wet eyes, and looked at him blankly, her little mouth slightly open, as if she was startled by his actions.

He Xuan just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had finally managed to appease her, but the next second -

"Wow--!"

The little guy cried even harder, his fists clenched tightly, tears streaming down his face, as if accusing him of being perfunctory.

He Xuan: “…”

The veins on his forehead throbbed with anger. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned to look at the Taoist priest Shouyi who was watching the show from the side, gritting his teeth and saying, "What are you looking at? What's wrong with this brat?!"

Shouyi stroked his beard and looked at He Xuan's troubled appearance with a smile, feeling quite good.

It wasn't until He Xuan's eyes became sinister and a ghostly aura was faintly surging around him that he slowly counted on his fingers and said in a daze, "Oh, so I'm hungry."

He Xuan stared at him coldly: "...So?"

Shouyi spread his hands and said, "A baby of this age should naturally drink milk."

He Xuan: “…”

Of course he knew that a kid of this age needed milk, but he was not a woman, so where would the milk come from?

He Xuan looked down at Miaomiao, who was crying pitifully in his arms, then looked up at Shouyi, who looked as if nothing had happened. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "...Where can I find milk?"

Shouyi smiled: "Isn't that easy? Just go down the mountain."

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, smoke rises from cooking fires and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Shouyi led He Xuan and knocked on doors every door to ask questions.

When the villagers saw the old man and the young boy, although He Xuan looked so pale that he didn't look like a living person or a good person, they were very enthusiastic when they saw that he was holding a crying baby in his arms, and they all helped to point the way.

Finally, they found a woman who had just given birth.

Lin Cuicui had just given birth and was overflowing with maternal love. She couldn't bear to see the baby suffer, not to mention that the little one was so fair and tender, as delicate as a piece of jade. Anyone who saw her couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Seeing Miaomiao crying with her face red, she felt so distressed that she quickly took the child over and said, "Oh, poor little thing, must you be starving?"

As soon as Miaomiao was in her arms and smelled the fragrance of milk, she stopped crying immediately and eagerly nudged her little head into her arms like a very hungry little animal.

Lin Cuicui was amused by her. She went back into the house, opened her clothes, and patted her back gently: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, eat slowly."

Miaomiao pouted her little mouth and ate eagerly and fiercely, her little hands tightly clutching Lin Cuicui's clothes, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her food away.

Not long after, the little cub's belly swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyelids began to droop, and finally he fell asleep contentedly with the smell of milk in his mouth.

So cute.

Lin Cuicui smiled softly, handed her to He Xuan, and said with a smile: "This child is really well-behaved. She goes to sleep after eating and doesn't make any noise at all."

I'm not being well behaved. I was making so much noise just now, how could I be well behaved?

He Xuan took Miaomiao and looked down at her.

The little one was sound asleep, her long eyelashes like two small fans casting a faint shadow on her rosy cheeks. Her mouth was slightly open, exhaling the sweet scent of milk, and her chubby little hands were unconsciously clutching the clothes on his chest, as if she needed to hold onto something to feel at ease even in her dreams.

He Xuan stared at her for a long time, his eyes moving slightly.

Okay, he admitted that he was really well behaved now.

This little guy is quite cute when he doesn't cry.

After feeding the little one, Shouyi left some money for Lin Cuicui and took the big and small back to the Taoist temple.

He took Lin Cuicui's advice and bought a lactating ewe in the village. He planned to feed the little guy with goat milk and add some supplementary food.

In the middle of the night, the Taoist temple was silent.

Miaomiao opened her eyes dazedly and turned her little head around, only to find it was pitch black and no one was around. She pouted and scratched in the air with her little hands, but caught nothing.

"Ah... Ah!" She babbled twice. Seeing that no one paid any attention to her, her voice gradually became louder, "Wow!"

In the next room, Shouyi was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the loud crying.

He rubbed his temples, sighed, slowly stood up, and counted on his fingers - oh, he was hungry again.

Yawning, he walked to He Xuan's door and knocked: "Hey, Lord Ghost King, your child is hungry."

In the room, He Xuan was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing. Upon hearing this, his brows furrowed and he said in a cold voice, "...What does this have to do with me?"

What do you call his cub?

Shouyi said lazily, "You're a ghost, and you don't need to sleep, so you might as well go feed the child." After that, he turned and left, not forgetting to add, "The sheep are in the yard, remember to milk them."

He Xuan: “…”

He sat up with a gloomy face, his body full of ghostly energy, and he was obviously in a very bad mood. However, Miaomiao's crying became louder and louder, as if it was about to overturn the roof.

He Xuan endured it again and again, but finally floated away with a cold face.

In the yard, the ewe was sleeping in the corner. Suddenly, she felt a gust of cold wind blowing, which scared her. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pale and cold face.

Ewe: “…Meh?!”

He Xuan stared at it expressionlessly, reached out and grabbed it, and picked it up.

The ewe was so frightened that she kicked her legs but couldn't break free. She could only tremble and let the ghost king do whatever he wanted.

A moment later, He Xuan returned to the room with half a bowl of goat's milk. He saw Miaomiao still crying. Her big, blinking eyes were watery and her little face was red from crying. She looked so pitiful.

He walked over with a cold face and handed the bowl to her: "Drink."

When Miaomiao smelled the fragrance of milk, her crying stopped abruptly and her little hands stretched forward eagerly, trying to grab the bowl.

But she was too small and couldn't hold it steadily, and almost knocked the bowl over. He Xuan quickly caught it and frowned even more tightly.

"...What a trouble. You're so stupid." He complained in a low voice, but still reached out to pick up Miaomiao, let her lean on his arms, and then fed her milk bit by bit.

Miaomiao was very hungry, and she drank quickly and fiercely, her little mouth smacking, and she choked occasionally, coughing until her face turned red.

He Xuan subconsciously slowed down and said coldly: "Slow down, no one is competing with you."

Miaomiao didn't understand, but seemed to feel his tone. She blinked her big wet eyes and slowed down obediently.

Miaomiao was finally full after finishing the bowl of milk. She burped contentedly, then tilted her head to look at He Xuan and suddenly grinned.

He Xuan stared at her innocent smile, was silent for a moment, reached out and poked her cheek: "...Go to sleep when you are full, don't make trouble."

Miaomiao grabbed his fingers, babbled a few words in "baby talk", then yawned and her eyelids gradually drooped.

Not long after, she fell asleep in He Xuan's arms, her little hands still tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.

He Xuan looked down at her for a long moment, then snorted softly, "...little troublemaker."

Outside the window, the moonlight shines, reflecting two figures, one big and one small, which inexplicably exudes a sense of warmth.