Chapter 11 Mian Li asked quietly
The adults in the restaurant were startled when they heard the noise, and when they turned around to look, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
Zhuo Can saw the little fairy swaying in the storm and the uncontrolled light on his body, and guessed that his divine power was out of control due to some stimulation.
Why should I send my child to kindergarten? If I send him/her in the morning, I have to report to the police station in the afternoon.
I don't know what's so special about the energy of the Mian Li that it can be confined to a small area. The living room was shaking so violently, but the dining room was not affected at all. Apart from the sound transmitted, there was no vibration at all.
Zhuo Can had watched TV. Usually, when a situation like this happened, there would be a heroic character who would call out the name of the villain, influence him/her, and then restore their sanity.
Now is his time to shine.
There was no time to think about it. When his friend tried to stop him again, he decisively opened the glass door and rushed towards Mian Li.
Separated by a wall, the inside and outside of the door seem like two different worlds.
The living room was like an earthquake. Lamps, vases, and decorations were scattered all over the floor. Pieces of the ceiling continued to fall. Zhuo Can held his head and shouted to the child in the middle of the room: "Mian Li—Mian Li!!"
The boy didn't respond to his call, still lost in his own fear, the golden light gushing out recklessly. Zhuo Can even worried if this was his original energy—wouldn't it be a serious problem if too much was lost?
The light took on substance, bolstered by divine power. A small storm blew up in the narrow living room. Zhuo Can, like a traveler braving the wind and snow, trudged towards the center, step by step, through difficulties and dangers.
"Lili, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"I'm coming. I'm coming right now."
"You are safe now."
He wasn't sure if the little gods had heard what he said, but if he didn't stop them, the living room would be destroyed, and maybe even the upstairs and downstairs would be affected.
Unable to delay any longer, Zhuo Can gritted his teeth, took off his coat, rushed over, wrapped the child in his clothes, and pulled him from the air into his arms. The light could still penetrate through the fabric, and it was invasive, burning pain immediately spread across the human skin.
But Zhuo Can did not let go and still held the child tightly.
"I'm holding you, Xiao Mianli... Don't be afraid, I'm holding you..."
Perhaps it was the familiar scent on the clothes, the voice, or simply the temporary refuge of the embrace, but the little Lord God unexpectedly calmed down a bit. As the golden light gradually dimmed, the living room finally stopped shaking violently.
Zhuo Can felt pain all over his body from the burning light, but he did not dare to relax and continued to wrap the child with clothes.
The little body leaning against him was still shaking uncontrollably. Zhuo Can could see through the gap in his clothes that the child's face was covered with tears and he was sobbing.
If you think about it, they have only known each other for less than three days.
Ever since he was first escorted to meet the Lord God, Mian Li had always been high and mighty, a god with supreme power. When he threw a tantrum, he acted cute and fierce, which made Zhuo Can both angry and amused, and he often forgot that he was only three years old.
Forget that He is a little child who can cry, get scared, and feel helpless.
Zhuo Can didn't have much experience in taking care of children. Relying on the vague memories from TV dramas, he gently shook his legs, rocked his head, and patted his back rhythmically, muttering to himself, "Okay, okay, little darling, pet your fur, don't scare me..."
Qi Rui and Xiao Hui cautiously entered the disaster scene. Without commenting on the scattered furniture, they first asked about Mian Li's condition: "How is the child?"
Zhuo Can realized belatedly that the child had completely destroyed his friend's living room and felt very sorry: "I'm sorry."
"Oh, that's not important." Qi Rui said, "So what scared the kid?"
The trembling seemed to have weakened a lot. Zhuo Can opened the clothes a little, and the child's red eyes were revealed.
Zhuo Can asked softly, "What did Li Li see just now?"
"Big one. Maomao." His voice was still trembling from crying just now. He tried hard to recall, "Blue glass ball..."
...What is this?
Zhuo Can's head was full of question marks when he heard this. Qi Rui clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "I know, you wait."
A few minutes later, he came back with a big fat cat in his hand: "Dear, did this thing scare you?"
Mianli shuddered violently as if she was electrocuted, and buried her face in Zhuocan's clothes again.
The chubby stuffed animal squirmed in its owner's hands: "It's not my fault, meow!"
Unfortunately, the owner didn’t understand.
The cat was still struggling: "Who knew that children were so timid, meow, I am also kind-hearted, meow!"
The child next to him, who had been terrified just now, couldn't stand it anymore. He got up wrapped in his clothes and was very unhappy. He shouted, "You did it on purpose!"
The adults were stunned. Who was he talking to?
The cat felt very aggrieved: "How could I have that, meow?"
Mianli said, "You want to catch Lili."
"I didn't! I saw you shaking and wanted to pat your head, meow."
"Why?"
"My owner always touches my head, which makes me feel comfortable, meow."
Mian Li was skeptical: "...Really?"
"Of course, meow!"
Over there, the baby and the cat were communicating fairly effectively, and the adults over here finally understood: Mian Li was talking to the cat.
Children are innocent, and it is common for them to talk to animals. But Mianli is different from other children. He does not speak in a one-way manner. After saying a sentence, he will pause and ask questions and answer them, as if he is really having a conversation.
Zhuo Can asked curiously, "Can you read a cat's mind?"
"Reading?" Mianli looked at the cat, then at the people. "No, it's talking to Lili."
Qi Rui and Xiao Hui were stunned: "Huh?"
Mian Li tilted his head, very confused: "Can't you hear it talking?"
Not only can the little goddess fly, read minds, and shine with twinkle, twinkle little star, she can even talk to animals. She's the perfect template for a little princess in a fairy tale.
Qi Rui still didn't quite believe it: "Then why don't you ask, what's the cat's name?"
No one had mentioned this to Him before.
After clearing up the misunderstanding, Mian Li felt a little relieved, but he still didn't let down his guard completely. He still huddled himself in his clothes and said, "Fanmao, state your name."
"What is a Fan Cat, meow?"
"It's just...it's just..." He couldn't say it, "What's your name?"
The puppet mercifully let the question go: "It's Zhizhi, meow."
Mianli raised his head: "Its name is Zhizhi, meow."
The last meow was pronounced lightly and quickly, with a swirling ending, which was very funny.
Even though there was a slight difference, Qi Rui still believed it and gave Zhuo Can a thumbs up: "Brother, this one of yours is really amazing!"
*
The ragdoll cat Zhizhi took advantage of her owner's inattention, turned around and fled into the corner, and no one could catch her.
Zhuo Can put on his coat again, unzipped it, and wrapped it around the frightened little fairy. Mian Li lay as quiet in his arms as a doll.
Xiaohui almost stepped on the broken light bulb, but fortunately Qi Rui was quick to pull it back.
Zhuo Can quickly apologized: "I'm so sorry, this..."
Xiao Hui quickly waved her hands: "It's okay, it's okay. Just comfort him and we'll just clean up here."
Qi Rui also agreed: "Yes, it just so happens that we are planning to renovate it as well."
Zhuo Can was touched and felt guilty. He had brought Mian Li here to seek help from his friends. Xiao Hui had already been a big hassle by agreeing to help look after the child, and now this big mess had also been added.
Far from blaming him, his friends offered him comfort, which he could not possibly repay.
Qi Rui was surprised and said, "Hey, Caner, your hand..."
Zhuo Can looked down and saw that his palms were red and swollen, like freshly cooked shrimps.
We were all burned by Mian Li's divine power just now. I wonder if ordinary ointments for burns will be effective. If they are ineffective, where can we get treatment?
I told the burn doctor that this was caused by divine power and he might be transferred to the psychiatric department soon.
Alas.
"Cancan..."
There were still tears on the child's face.
God's tears are also different from those of mortals. They are not fluid, but solid, crystal clear, more like glass balls than the cat's eyes he thought they were. They are tiny, rolling down and melting into the air.
It's a bit like the little mermaid's tears turning into pearls in a children's story.
Zhuo Can said softly, "Well, what's the matter?"
"Your claws..."
"Kamisama, this is a hand, not a claw."
Kami-chan was very stubborn: "Paw."
"Okay, okay, just claw."
Mian Li asked quietly, "Does your paw hurt?"
"It's okay, I'll be fine tomorrow."
He didn't say anything, but his caramel-colored eyes clearly showed the worry and uneasiness of "Did I do this?"
Zhuo Can stroked his curly hair and smiled: "It's not your fault."
The child under my palm blinked, opened his clothes, and stretched out his lotus-root-like little arms.
Zhuo Can: “……?”
Sleeping Ceremony: "Claw."
Zhuo Can offered his paw to Him. The boy grasped his hand with his two small palms and closed them. Zhuo Can subconsciously tried to dodge, but instead of feeling any pain, a subtle coolness soaked into the palm and back of his hand.
The golden light reappeared, this time much fainter, flowing only around his hands. Every strand seemed to flow into his blood vessels and veins.
After a while, the burning pain disappeared without a trace. Zhuo Can looked at his hands in amazement as their skin color returned to normal. He turned them around and found that not only was the redness and swelling gone, but they seemed to be even whiter and tenderer than before.
"Wow." Zhuo Can exclaimed, "Kamisama, is this your magic?"
Mian Li asked, "What is magic?"
"Magic is your divine power."
"Oh." The child nodded, also finding it quite novel. "Lili has magic."
Xiaohui laughed: "If you have magic, you're not a god."
"What is that?"
"Yes—a wizard."
Mianli nodded again in confusion, as if he understood, but not completely.
Zhuo Can couldn't help laughing.
Wizards aren't this cute, are they?
*
Qi Rui asked Zhuo Can to take the children home to rest first, and the couple would clean up, so there was no need to worry.
Zhuo Can apologized several times and walked to the door. Lili suddenly hugged his neck, asked him to put his ear close to her, and whispered something to him.
Zhuo Can was shocked.
Zhuo Can suddenly understood.
Zhuo Can was surprised.
Zhuo Can gave a thumbs up.
Friends looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Can said, "Wait a minute, just wait here and don't go into the house, okay?"
Qi Rui and Xiao Hui looked at each other. Although they were worried that the house would be destroyed again, they thought that it was already a mess and it couldn't get any worse. In addition, out of trust in their friend, they agreed.
Zhuo Can also did not move and stayed at the door with them. However, clouds gathered around Xiao Mianli in his arms and carried him into the house.
There is a corner between the entrance and the living room of Qi Rui's house. From the angle humans are standing now, they cannot see what is inside clearly. Only endless light is spreading out.
Unlike the previous blast of destructive force, this time, the golden light was not only much gentler, but also felt as warm as a spring breeze just by looking at it. It flowed endlessly, as if it had healing power.
What is this doing?
Humans have different guesses in their minds.
After a moment, the light dissipated.
Qi Rui and Xiao Hui, who returned to the living room hesitantly, looked at the scene in front of them in surprise: not only were the rooms that seemed to have been destroyed by a tornado restored to their original appearance, but even the broken furniture looked brand new. Even the cracks on the furniture, the faded and peeling wallpaper, and the broken legs of the coffee table... were all repaired.
Brand new and clean, without even a speck of dust.
This was the god's own way of apologizing and expressing gratitude, which amazed the homeowner.
As for the little god himself, he was soundly sleeping due to excessive consumption of divine power. He leaned on Zhizhi's belly, with his devil tail and the cat's tail swinging in unison, as if he had become good friends with the cat.
The author has something to say:
Lili brand fully automatic household cleaning device, also comes with a trade-in function
By the way, I have already written the draft to the appearance of the attack, and will meet you in Chapter V, so stay tuned XDD
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