It is said that after Shen Qingjia became smaller, Mo Zunzongjiu would laugh at him three times a day.
For the first time, Chongjiu held up his little collar and said, "Shen Qingjia, call me ancestor, and I will give you sweets." Cub Shen Qingjia (eyes red): "... Brother." Chongjiu (face turned red): Well, you can barely pass.
The second time, Chongjiu pressed the little man on the magic throne: "From now on, you will be the lowest attendant in the magic palace!" The cub Shen Qingjia (grabbed his sleeves and muttered in a low voice): "... My feet are cold, I need to hug him." Chongjiu (irritably taking off his robe): Trouble! Come over! I'll warm you up!
Later, Shen Qingjia regained his true form, put his long sword in Chongjiu's throat, and said in a voice as cold as snow: "Do you still call me an attendant?" Chongjiu looked at the face that he thought about day and night, sneered, and was about to fight, when he saw the cold immortal Lord suddenly lowered his eyes, imitating the way of a cub, and hooked his fingers: "If you don't scream, I will wash your feet tonight."
Chongjiu: ... Fuck, he's playing me again! But I love it so much!
Philosophy: After picking up the infant body of an old enemy, he was forced to raise him