MTL - Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard-Chapter 796 The original hero is a woman? 25

  Chapter 796 The original hero is a woman? 25

   "Well, he is the Immortal Yushi from five thousand years ago." Mo Chen replied casually, and then continued to walk forward.

  Hearing this, Luo Luo froze for a moment, the Immortal Yushi five thousand years ago, wasn't that also the host himself?

   Just, why is it a men's clothing?

   Could it be that the host is actually a man?

   Later changed sex?

   Not knowing what Luo Luo was thinking, Mo Chen walked to another door, opened it, and saw a wide yard.

  If you look carefully, you can see that it is the back mountain of the Imperial Palace without a peach blossom forest.

   At this time, the back mountain is nothing but a dozen big clumps of bamboo and a pool of streams, no flowers, no people.

  The green painting in a green dress walked behind the blue-robed man who was drinking in the yard.

   "Master, a child was released at the gate of Yushidian." The green picture stood behind Mo Chen expressionlessly and said.

   "Children? Whose family?" The man's expression did not change, and he asked a question, not interested in the answer at all.

   "I don't know, probably an abandoned baby."

   "Even his parents don't want him, what's the point of living, just throw it away." The man said coldly, without any ups and downs in his tone.

   What he said was chilling.

   "Yes." Lu Hua didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so she responded respectfully, then turned and left.

   Not long after, Luhua came back with a child in his hand.

   "Didn't I let you throw it away? Why did you bring him in?" Mo Chen raised his eyelids, and said darkly and indifferently.

   "Master, he has a piece of jade on his body, which is the one you gave to the devil." Lu Hua said holding the child in one hand.

  Mo Chen paused holding the wine glass when he heard the words, "Is the fairy clan fighting the demon clan again?"

   "Yes, I heard that the Demon Lord disappeared a few days ago, and this child must be his descendant." Lu Hua guessed with no expression on her face.

   "Well, since it's his descendant, let's keep it." Mo Chen said casually, then waved to Lvhua, and asked her to take the child down.

  Lv Hua glanced at the child in her arms, and frowned, she doesn't know how to raise children.

  …

   Just like that, there was an extra child in the Imperial Palace.

  It is not easy for a child to grow from a small bun to a slightly bigger child.

   Every day, Mo Chen used wine as milk to feed her mistakes. At the beginning, she had to yell a few words, but after a long time, she stopped yelling.

  Mo Chen felt that he had a predestined relationship with this brat, so he treated him better.

  When the child was ignorant and able to learn, Mo Chen began to teach him some spells.

   Gradually, the children grow up and know how to sneak out.

  He slipped out and turned around several people in the Imperial Palace in a hurry, only Mo Chen didn't care at all.

  The kid who sneaked out for the first time, and then successfully returned to the Imperial Palace, went to look for Mo Chen the first time he came back.

   "Are you back?" Mo Chen raised his eyelids, glanced at the child, asked lightly, and then continued to drink.

  It seems that the child's answer is not important to her at all.

   And it is true.

  The child bit his lip and looked at Mo Chen. After a while, he asked, "Dao Zun, why don't I have a name?"

  Other people's children have names, but he doesn't.

  Mo Chen thanked him when he heard the words, "What do you want to be called?"

   "Other people's children are taken by their parents." The child's voice was soft and soft, and it sounded a little serious.

   "Parents? But you don't have any." Mo Chen said indifferently.

   "Why don't I have parents?" The child looked at Mo Chen with his head tilted, his eyes were red, and he looked extremely wronged.

   "Because they are all dead." Mo Chen said expressionlessly.

  At this time, the maid Mi'er was about to report something. Hearing this sentence, the corners of her mouth twitched. She glanced at the child, and there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes, nothing else.

   "Dao Zun, Immortal Huanyin invites you to play the piano and drink tea in the Holy Music Hall." Mi'er said to Mo Chen with blessings.

   "Yes." Mo Chen responded softly, then stood up.

   After walking a few steps, I felt my clothes being grabbed.

  Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at the person who was tugging at the corner of his clothes, "What?"

   "You haven't named me yet." The child lowered his head slightly after he finished speaking as a child, and only gave Mo Chen a look, but the little hand that was holding the hem of his clothes really didn't intend to let go.

   Mo Chen frowned slightly, looking at the hand that was pulling the hem of his clothes, it turned out that children were troublesome.

  Stretched out his hand to brush away the hand that was grabbing the corner of his clothes, and then said, "I will help you get it next time."

   Then walk away.

  The child bit his lip and looked at the distant figure, lowered his head slightly, exuding a sense of loss all over his body.

   Mi'er glanced at the child, then said softly, "The Daoist has always been indifferent, so you don't have to be disappointed."

  …

  Cold comes and goes, year after year passes, and the child still has no name.

  One day, there was a peach tree in the courtyard of the back mountain of the Imperial Palace.

  Mo Chen raised his eyebrows when he saw the peach tree, "Who planted this flower?"

   "I planted it. You can't see any flowers in this Imperial Palace, so I planted it for you." The child had an immature face, but his tone was that of an older child.

  Mo Chen clicked his tongue, didn't say much, just said casually, "If you like it, plant it."

   Then when the child was eight years old, there was a peach grove in the back mountain.

  The child still has no name.

   "You haven't given me a name yet." Children say this important sentence every year, and this year is no exception.

  Mo Chen clicked his tongue softly, "Is that why you want a name?"

  The child nodded.

   "Well, you like Peach Blossom so much, let's call it Peach Blossom from now on." Mo Chen said casually.

  The child turned black when he heard this, "I don't want it, I still like wine, why don't you name it for me?"

   "The name Huajiu doesn't sound good." Mo Chen said while looking at the child with his chin propped up.

child"…"

   "I don't care, you must give me a nice name today." The child looked at Mo Chen with a straight face, "Otherwise I will cut down the peach forest."

   "Tsk, are all the kids these days so irritable?" Mo Chen said, but began to think of a name.

   It is true that he cannot be called a child all the time.

   "There are names of flowers and wine, um, flower wine is not good, let's get drunk, this sounds nice." Mo Chen nodded as he said.

   Kid "…" I declined the name.

   Seeing the child was still unhappy, Mo Chen pinched the center of his brows, and finally asked tentatively, "Hua Qianzui, what's the name?"

  When the name was said, Mo Chen frowned, a fragment of memory flashed in his mind, but it seemed to disappear again in a blink of an eye.

   "Reluctantly." So, the child called Hua Qianzui.

  …

  Mo Chen looked at the big and small ones in the illusion, with a dazed expression.

   Some things, after too long, are forgotten in the corner of memory.

   "Hey? So that man is the child you adopted as the host? The son of the demon king, he should be Mo Fanyao, the young master of the demon clan."

  (end of this chapter)