Recently, the people of Longyou City discovered that the God of Candle Dragons seems to have broken his slumber.
Whenever the city's residents came out to collect supplies, the God of Candle Dragon would silently appear in the crowd, queue up to receive a share, and then quietly leave.
Since the God of Candle Dragon did not want to disturb them, they simply bowed to him, who was shrouded in a hazy silver light, and let him receive the supplies first.
However, after the god left, people would secretly gossip about it.
"The High God received beast milk again this month, and also some porridge."
"It's been three months already, does the High God like to drink milk?"
“Not only that, the High God received the swaddling clothes and basket three months ago.”
"Could it be that the High God has had another child?"
"Isn't the only descendant of the Supreme God the Bell and Drum God?"
"Moreover, the offspring of a supreme god... should also be of the dragon race, so would they need the swaddling clothes used for mortal infants?"
"That makes sense... Could it be an adopted child?"
Cangming overheard this as he passed by, shook his head helplessly, and said with a stern face, "What are you all talking about here? Hurry up and take your things back to cultivate."
"Yes, Lord City Lord." The crowd scattered like birds and beasts.
As for the main subject of the discussion, Long Xun, he took the items and flew straight to the foot of the dragon's horn. A stone house has now been built there, with a stone table, stone benches, and two stone beds, one large and one small.
On the small bed, a baby who looked no more than a few months old had his dark eyes wide open, as if he were deep in thought.
Long Xun ignored him, silently took out a milk bottle made of animal sinew and stone, put the animal milk in it, heated his palm to boil the milk to remove the fishy smell, and then let it cool down slowly before walking to the bedside, taking off the fierce and hard black armor on his upper body, leaving only the soft inner lining, and carefully picking up the baby.
The baby skillfully shifted his head, finding a comfortable position on his strong upper arm, and gently held the bottle in his hand, sucking on it with his little mouth.
Three months have passed since Qin Meng was turned back into a child and her soul was reshaped by Long Xun's magic.
These three months were quite agonizing for both Qin Meng and Long Xun.
The spell that reshaped the soul caused Qin Meng a lot of suffering, but compared to the endless despair of the soul-crossing spell, this pain carried the hope of new life. Although it was more painful than the soul-crossing spell, Qin Meng still gritted her teeth and persevered.
In a brief half-hour, he transformed from a child of a few years old back into a fetus gestating in a swaddling coat, identical to a child about to be born except for the absence of a mother's body. Then the swaddling coat shattered, and he was born with a cry, only then realizing that what Long Xun had said was true.
He really did turn into a baby! His soul also gained a little more...
Something that had been so desirable yet so unattainable that it had almost brought despair suddenly became a source of hope.
Qin Meng didn't know how he felt. His emotions were too complicated, so much so that he forgot to call out to let others know that he was alright.
Before meeting A-Chen, Long Xun was almost synonymous with sexual frigidity, a deadpan expression, and cold-heartedness.
He waited for a long time, but Qin Meng didn't let out the legendary first cry of a baby. So he reached out and picked the baby upside down, slapping the baby's chubby little bottom.
Qin Meng, who was still quietly grieving in her artistic mood, was stunned on the spot.
After being slapped three times in a row, Qin Meng couldn't bear it any longer and cried out, before Long Xun finally put her down.
—Only afterward did Qin Meng realize that the silent, aloof dragon was actually worried that his silence might indicate a problem.
Later they encountered a problem.
Babies can't control their poop and pee, and they just poop and pee without realizing it, which is perfectly normal.
Babies need to eat small, frequent meals, drink milk, and it needs to be warm.
Babies are delicate and easily get sick or injured if you're not careful.
Long Xun had never taken care of such a small child who was completely unable to take care of himself before. Suddenly being given a baby like this was a huge headache for him.
This is the first time in my life I've ever made a baby bottle myself.
This is the first time in my life that I've been covered in poop.
This is the first time in my life I've learned to sew small clothes.
For the first time in my life, I secretly watched and learned how others take care of babies.
My first time washing diapers.
As for Qin Meng... he went from feeling ashamed and indignant at the beginning, to giving up, and then to getting used to it. Now he can cooperate well by finding a comfortable position when breastfeeding, and automatically lifting his bottom and arms and legs when changing diapers and clothes.
After feeding him half of the milk, Long Xun brought over the cooked porridge, fed him two spoonfuls, then put everything away, took out a basin, threw in the diapers that had been changed yesterday, and took it outside to squat down and wash them.
Qin Meng turned her head to look at him. The baby's dark eyes were deep and peaceful, reflecting the man's back.
As he vigorously rubbed the diaper, the silver dragon tail behind him involuntarily swayed slightly in the air, the hem of his black armor hung down to the ground, and some of his silver hair slipped down to his front.
His body still radiated a striking yet soft silver light.
Qin Meng couldn't understand why this high and mighty god would go to such lengths. He himself despised and wished he could throw away those filthy and disgusting things, yet this man, as a god, silently did everything that only mortals would do.
After a while, he washed the diapers clean and hung them on the line outside to dry. He also took down the ones he had hung out to dry the day before and folded them neatly.
—But this man was truly silent. Since the bell and drum...Shunaicha returned to the underground, he hadn't uttered a sound for three months.
If it weren't for the fact that every time he was awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, he would see a figure radiating a faint silver halo sitting by his bedside, automatically reaching out to pat him and coax him back to sleep, Qin Meng would probably think he was just an inhuman god.
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