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Mo Yanchen's mind went blank for a moment, and the familiar pain on his forehead drove him to open his eyes in less than a second.

He was really sure that the person in front of him was the master he had been looking for for a long time, and he could no longer hold the iron sword steady.

It fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The accumulated blood and energy returned to his body, and he lowered his head in fear and trembling, quietly swallowing the fishy sweetness in his throat back into his stomach.

Almost, just a little bit,

Is it really true that I will never see you again?

He half-knelt on the ground weakly, grasping the hem of her clothes and looking up with a choked voice,

Tears welled up involuntarily, and long-suppressed emotions burst out like relief.

"Master, I am wrong... I am the disciple who is wrong... Please punish me..."

Meng Jiao's heart was beating like a drum. One second ago, she was digging dragons with Mu Sheng, and the next second, the system exploded in her brain to remind her that the fragments were going to self-destruct.

She was so busy tearing the space that it seemed like she forgot to collect a leg when she was collecting the dragon.

She lowered her head and looked at the man kneeling in front of her. He had now completely transformed and matured.

But his cheeks were thin and sunken, and his eye sockets were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

It was her fault, she forgot how fast time passed... She bent down and wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, but once they touched her, it was hard to wipe them away.

"You left without saying goodbye, and I wasted time. This time, I am also wrong. Get up."

Closing his eyes and suppressing the madness in his heart, Mo Yanchen held her hands in both hands and pressed them against his cheeks, rubbing them affectionately.

"Master is never wrong. Master, let's never separate, okay?"

Behind him, Huaqin was driving back her own sect's disciples, saying "go, go, go".

Everyone's eyes were wide open and they were grinning. Later, the little ancestor felt embarrassed and turned around to slap everyone in the face and he was happy.

Meng Jiao tried to twitch her hand but it didn't move. She was going to coax him to get up and ask about the situation. She came out in a hurry and didn't know anything.

But she didn't expect that the little guy in her arms was more anxious than her. He stepped directly on Mo Yanchen's head with one foot and kicked it with a whimpering sound.

Mo Yanchen opened her eyes and only then focused her attention on the baby in her arms.

He stood up in a daze, looked down at the baby, then looked up at his master.

They were carved from the same mold, except for the flame pattern on the baby's forehead...

The father and son stared at each other. Meng Jiao didn't want to continue to be a conspicuous person at the sect gate, so she turned around and hugged the baby and jumped towards Qingxuan Peak.

Mo Yanchen came back to his senses stiffly, subconsciously picked up the iron sword and chased after him.

Before leaving, he performed a cleansing spell on himself and nodded slightly to Hua Qin and others from the sect.

"I really had no choice just now. I hope that Master Hua will bear with me. I will send someone to send an apology later."

Huaqin was slightly surprised and nodded in return. In just over a year, she had already treated him as her peer.

When his figure gradually disappeared, Li Qing at the side spoke quietly.

"So, is it that our little ancestor marries over and becomes the Demon Queen, or is it that the Demon Lord marries into our Tianxuan Sect and becomes the son-in-law?"

Huaqin frowned. It's really hard to say...

In Qingxuan Peak, Zi Tiao came out to greet Meng Jiao happily as soon as she returned to the peak, but when he saw the baby in her arms, he was so nervous that he dared not move.

The intuition of spiritual beasts is naturally more sensitive than that of humans. He knew at first sight that this kid was extraordinary.

Because of the greeting, Mo Yanchen stayed a few breaths later than Meng Jiao, and when he entered Qingxuan Peak, he saw the sweet appearance of the "family of three".

Look at Qingxuan now. It is well-maintained and it looks like someone has been cleaning it for a long time.

He clenched his teeth unconsciously, jealousy blinded his eyes and grew wildly in his heart like weeds. He strode towards the three people and grabbed Meng Jiao's slender waist as if declaring his sovereignty.

"Master, who is this?"

Zi Tiao took back the contracted finger, sniffed the scent on his body and shouted happily,

"Master, ah no, the little master's father you are back~"

Mo Yanchen frowned and retorted subconsciously,

"Who are you, what male protagonist, little master...father?"

Wait, little master, the little one here...

Realizing something was wrong, he looked down in surprise at the baby blowing bubbles at him.

Then he swallowed his saliva and looked up at his master. He pointed at the flame pattern on his forehead and asked with trembling lips,

"I, I am his father?"

Meng Jiao sneered at him.

It's really novel. In the world of immortal cultivation, which bloodline can't be detected if you get close to it?

But this idiot had been looking at it for a long time, and now he told her that he! Didn’t! See! It! All!

In fact, Mo Yanchen felt the attraction between him and the baby, but he just didn't dare to believe it.

Because in his eyes, although he was a spiritual body incarnated, he was just a bead with intelligence. How could he dare to expect that he could give birth to life!

"No, he's your father! Get out of here!"

Meng Jiao was so angry that she hit him hard on the forehead.

He returned to the cave angrily with the baby in his arms, and locked the ban with a wave of his hand.

Touching the red spot on his forehead, Mo Yanchen chased after him with red eyes, and squeezed into the cave before the ban was closed.

She covered the baby's bright eyes in her arms with her big hands, and leaned over to kiss his lips that she had been longing for.

Meng Jiao groaned and shook her head, thinking that the child was about to push him away, but suddenly a hot hand touched the back of her neck.

The trembling lips whimpered slightly, and hot tears fell on the face.

The boy who once could be kissed by just standing on tiptoe, now leans over with his head down, crying like a wronged child.

"I miss you so much, I was wrong... I should die,

Please stab me twice, please, please, please don't, I beg you,

Please…”

His kiss was so hard and so urgent,

As if to make up for his previous fear and anxiety, he wanted to really confirm that she was still by his side.

He was too excited at this moment. Meng Jiao sighed imperceptibly and raised her hand to touch his face.

While gently wiping his burning tears, she slowly entangled her tongue with his.

"Achen, I'm here."

The ecstasy of regaining what was lost, the attachment engraved into the bone marrow,

Even with just a simple response from her, he felt numb and trembling all over.

Separating slightly, Mo Yanchen caressed the face in front of him that he had been thinking about day and night.

I kissed him gently and slowly, starting from his forehead and moving downwards.

"I love you, Master. I love you so much."

He held her lips and rubbed them slowly, and when she couldn't help but open her mouth to respond, he asked earnestly,

"Master, can I marry you?"

Her breathing became increasingly disordered, and Meng Jiao's eyes were now filled with only his sexy lips.

"us......"

"Ahhhhhh~"

The two of them were stunned, and Mo Yanchen's face suddenly turned black.

Turning to look at the little one who made the sound,

Is this really my son? Not only does he not give me any assists, but he also ruins my good deeds?

I didn’t realize that your father still has no status!