The fiery sunset glowed half the sky red. Jiuxi was walking on the road holding the half-grown child. But the child had grown a little taller now. He was wearing a purple brocade dress and a pair of purple boots embroidered with gold patterns. As for the rest of the child's clothes, Bai Wuchang had sent them back to the underworld.
The noise and discussions of the people around him reached Jiuxi's ears, but Jiuxi didn't care at all. He squatted down and asked the child, "Are you hungry?"
A hint of bloodthirstiness appeared in the child's eyes. Looking at Jiuxi's snow-white neck, he finally suppressed the desire and said stubbornly, "Jiuxi, I'm not hungry."
Jiuxi scratched the child's nose, smiling as warm as the sun, with a hint of cunning, "But I'm hungry."
As he said this, he picked up the child without any resistance and walked into a restaurant. The shopkeeper saw that Jiuxi and the child were dressed elegantly, so he naturally sent a waiter to greet Jiuxi and the child. There was a smell of sweat in the lobby. The child pinched his nose and said, "Jiuxi, let's go upstairs."
Jiuxi nodded. The smell was really unpleasant. The waiter was also very thoughtful. He immediately took Jiuxi and the child to the private room on the second floor.
Jiuxi found a window seat and looked out at the crowded crowd, which was filled with a strong sense of life and bustling. Jiuxi withdrew his gaze and said to the waiter with a blank expression, "Give me a pot of tea. Um, give me the menu."
The waiter was very patient. He knew that this woman might be the wife of a high-ranking official in Kyoto, so he smiled flatteringly and said, "Madam, let me recommend some dishes to you: braised salt duck, steamed pork with eight treasures, shark's fin with osmanthus, mixed crab meat, and crystal pork elbow..."
The waiter listed more than twenty dishes. Jiuxi touched the child's head and removed the grass leaves from his hair. Then he said to the waiter, "Sautéed crab meat, fish head and tofu soup, braised shrimp, braised three delicacies, stir-fried southern scallops, and steamed chicken."
The waiter received the order and happily went downstairs. A short while later, he brought up a pot of jasmine tea. Seeing that the waiter was about to pour tea for them, Jiuxi waved his hands repeatedly, took the teapot himself, and said to the waiter with a kind smile, "Brother Xiaoer, you go and do your work first."
The waiter left happily, while the child stood on the stool, looking out the window, his mind empty. A sharp blood color suddenly flashed in his eyes, but the child lowered his head, his hands tightly embedded in his palms, but the bloodthirsty pain was eroding his mind. The child's arms were covered with scratches, but the child's consciousness was still gradually occupied by the blood color. In the moment when the child was forbearing, a hand as white as jade reached into the child's mouth. The child took a bite out of instinct, and then his mouth was filled with the fragrance of blood. The fragrance of blood slowly restored the child's consciousness. The child raised his eyes, looked at Jiuxi's somewhat pale face, and shrank his neck sadly. The child didn't understand why his need for blood was so...
So crazy.
The child looked at the wound on Jiuxi's finger, which was still oozing with blood, and lowered his beautiful eyes in regret. This was just a small episode. Soon, the waiter brought all the dishes. The aroma of the dishes filled the air, but the child was not interested at all. The child did not like these dishes. What the child liked was blood. Jiuxi took a small porcelain bowl and filled it with fish soup and handed it to the child. There was no surprise or complaint in his eyes, but the same tenderness as always. "Drink it, you are still growing."
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