Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Xiao Lin sighed. Although he had not slept all night, his spiritual power was running spontaneously, so he was still energetic and there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

Take out a Qi-boosting pill and swallow it.

At the same time, he used his spiritual power to speed up the complete evaporation of the medicinal power of the elixir.

While thinking about it, I tried to find joy in the midst of suffering.

Fortunately, simply releasing the Phoenix True Fire does not consume any mental energy.

After all, he still had pills to help restore his spiritual power, but there was no way to quickly replenish his mental strength.

He had also seen a pill recipe that could help restore mental strength, but -

Firstly, the quality of that elixir was far beyond what he could refine at the moment.

Secondly, among the medicinal materials needed to refine the elixir, there was a spiritual plant that he had never heard of.

It was still dark and there were still two hours until the time they had agreed with Qin Shi and others.

In the remaining two hours, Xiao Lin quickly prepared a pot of soup.

Because the Phoenix True Fire had other uses, the animal skin with fur or feathers was cut from the corpse of the monster in the mustard seed ring, and then ignited and used as a match under the cauldron to warm the soup.

Then prepare the spiritual meat and vegetables needed for stewing, and when Qi Wu Yue wakes up, he can throw the ingredients in to cook at any time.

After doing all this, he returned to the slag and continued to refine the gray mist with the Phoenix True Fire against the clock.

Qi Wu Yue and his new younger brother Hou Tu had a very pleasant breakfast.

The little butterfly shouted firmly: "We should eat meat for breakfast! Three times a day! No, four times a day, plus a midnight snack."

Although the little butterfly is still small in size, her shell is still that of a demon beast, and even of a sacred object level. In addition, she has eaten all kinds of spiritual fruits and spiritual food containing spiritual power with her father.

She has become a Niuhulu Die and can eat several kilograms of spiritual meat in one meal.

His original cultivation level plus the growth in recent months is almost equivalent to that of a fifth-rank cultivator. A flap of his butterfly wings weighs hundreds of pounds.

However, it was just a useless butterfly with only cultivation skills but no fighting ability. It fainted the moment it saw the snake.

Besides being a bit stronger, she could take advantage of her father to bully others, eat a lot of snacks, and crush melon seeds as big as half her palm with her bare hands.

Qi Wu Yue looked through the barrier and saw Xiao Lin still concentrating on refining the slag. It seemed that he had not slept all night. Oh, and he hadn't eaten yet.

Then Qi Wu Yue’s fatherly love overflowed.

I took a look at the pot and saw that there wasn't much soup left, so I sprinkled in a handful of Lingyun rice.

The porridge alone was not nutritious, so he took out a piece of frozen spirit meat, crushed it into minced meat with a palm and threw it in.

His hand flashed again, and a handful of small spiritual vegetables were shaken into foam and scattered into the pot.

After stewing for about two quarters of an hour, Qi Wu Yue felt it was cooked.

So he had a jade bowl in his hand, filled with a bowl of spiritual, meat and vegetable porridge that he felt was nutritionally balanced.

It’s just that the color…is a little unsatisfactory.

Green and oily, brown and mushy...

It's not important, and it's not bad.

Qi Wu Yue was absolutely sure.

Because he took a bite.

Xiao Lin added some meat, vegetables, and spiritual rice to the soup he had carefully prepared. With the addition of spiritual spring water, it was not hard to drink.

The old father held the porridge and fed his child with a gentle look in his eyes.

Qi Wu Yue squatted beside Xiao Lin and held the bowl close to his mouth, "Come on, open your mouth, you continue to burn your slag, just open your mouth and drink."

This is why he shattered all the spiritual flesh and vegetables.

No need to chew, just drink it like water.

Well, he is indeed considerate of children.

Qi Wu Yue’s self-evaluation.

Xiao Lin paused, and under Qi Wu Yue's expectant gaze, he opened his mouth obediently.

then.

As expected, Qi Wu Yue choked the person.

His technique has remained steady for decades.

"Cough cough!"

Qi Wu Yue thought so as he patted Xiao Lin on the back.

In fact, when it comes to raising children, the most important thing is the word "raise".

To raise means to eat.

Especially when children are young, with their small arms and legs, they are so cute that it is easy for them to arouse their father's love if they are inadvertently touched by their cuteness.

So when Qi Wu Yue was in a good mood, he would take the bottle and feed Xiao Ling'er, who was young Xiao Lin.

However, he had never served anyone before and was not familiar with the business, so he often choked people by feeding them.

It was usually Nangong Ling, the right guardian of Southern Xinjiang, who would stand by and restrain his movements in fear, shaking his head wildly.

The left protector Yueluo calmly and skillfully patted the child's back to clear out the milk that had choked into his trachea.

It’s actually okay if the baby chokes while feeding, as most of the time he feeds the baby until he vomits.

Qi Wu Yue threw away the bottle, rationally shifted the blame and accused: "Why didn't he tell me that he was full?"

"If he doesn't tell me, how can I know if he's full?"

Duwei Pink Moonfall: "Yeah, that's right, don't blame the emperor."

Nangong Ling: ...Do you think he can speak it?

Nangong Ling tried to reason with him: "Isn't it a bit difficult for him to ask to learn the word 'full' when he is only one year old?"

"Is it difficult?"

Qi Wu Yue didn't believe it, and her radiant fingertips teased the child's hand little by little, teaching him: "Come, repeat after your brother, 'full.'"

"When you are full, just say - full."

Xiao Ling'er, who was less than one year old at the time, giggled, grabbed Qi Wu Yue's fingertips and said the first words: "Ge... hug..."

Bro, I’m full.

Qi Wu Yue immediately said: "Look, he is very talented."

Nangong Ling: I am totally unable to refute it.

She found out later.

Oh, she was naive.

That was clearly the potential sign of Xiao Duwei!

As long as the emperor held him, no matter if his stomach was hurt, his neck was stuck, or his hair was pulled, he never complained about the pain, and always stretched out his two little arms as thin as lotus roots to ask for a hug.

As long as it is fed by the emperor, no matter what, I will accept anyone who comes.

The salty vegetable soup and the overnight porridge that the maid forgot to clear away.

Mistaking the insect paste for milk, drinking it directly led to poisoning!

Qi Wu Yue was tired after playing with Xiao Ling'er and thought he must be hungry, so he took the child to the steamer in the back kitchen and found a bowl of snow-white milk-like substance. Without thinking, he picked up the bowl and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

You can imagine how chaotic things got afterwards.

Later, Qi Wu Yue finally learned to taste the food before feeding the child.

...to ensure that the poison does not kill anyone.

The old father is really handsome, but he is just a step away from being a killer dad.

I grew up like this until I was nine years old. Should I say that I am really lucky?

Therefore, Nangong Ling once thought that it was a blessing for the child to be taken away by the Saint Lady.