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The birth of the second baby really made Meng Jiao realize the importance of prenatal education. It seemed that as long as there was Mo Yanchen's comfort, the little guy would not be anxious or impatient about anything.

Meng Jiao slept soundly at night, and vaguely heard Erbao cry.

She was thinking about getting up to feed the baby, and after a while, not only did the sound disappear, but someone patted her back gently. She felt dizzy and fell asleep peacefully again.

After testing the temperature of the milk, Mo Yanchen slowly carried his daughter in his arms and did not go far away. He set up a soundproofing system and stood by Meng Jiao's bed, nagging her.

"You are the second treasure, your brother is the youngest treasure. Although both of you are treasures, your mother is Daddy's greatest treasure.

Do you know how hard it is for your mother to have you in this world of immortal cultivation? So Erbao, you have to be good and don't make trouble for your mother, okay?"

The second child, Mo Yunyu, was holding the bottle and gulping down the milk. His eyes were wide open and he didn't understand what the person in front of him said.

But she knew that this was a familiar lullaby, and soon her eyelids began to droop and she slowly fell asleep.

Looking at her face that resembled Meng Jiao, but with upturned eyes and less world-weariness, Mo Yanchen felt infinite tenderness in his heart.

He put the second baby back into the cradle beside him, turned around, kissed Meng Jiao's face, and carefully held her in his arms, allowing her to sleep well all night.

Meng Jiao's Qingxuan Peak has been chained for a hundred days. Except for Xiao Xiaoyao who can enter and exit freely, others can only wait.

So when the hundred days came, Xiao Yunyu's face, a replica of Meng Jiao, appeared in the world.

Those who came to express their congratulations all started to rush to arrange an marriage for their children.

Without waiting for Meng Jiao to refuse coldly, Xiao Yao had already hugged his sister in his arms, looking like he would fight with anyone who dared to touch him.

Seeing that he rarely showed his childish side in public, Meng Jiao stepped forward, picked him up, rubbed his face and kissed him.

Xiaoyao's face flushed immediately, he held his sister in his arms and lowered his head and whispered,

"Mother, I, I'm grown up. I don't need to be held anymore."

The little guy said so, but he didn't struggle at all in his arms.

Meng Jiao frowned and wondered if she had neglected the child recently, so she not only didn't let go but also hugged the child tighter.

"When you grow up, you will be my treasure. I have plenty of strength. Do you think I don't need to stay in seclusion recently? Can I take you and your sister to play in the mortal world?"

Mo Xiaoyao blushed and slowly snuggled into his mother's neck. Although he liked practicing, he also liked his mother's hug.

"it is good."

Mo Yanchen looked at the mother and her two children who were walking away laughing with gentle eyes, turned around, said hello to Hua Qin and the others, and chased after them.

For a moment, the scene was inexplicably quiet, and everyone present looked at the family of four with envy.

Sons and daughters, beautiful woman by my side...

The family of four who had fled to the mortal world had no idea that, because of them, a rare romance trend had been set off in the immortal world.

Not only do they regard the strength of the two as a symbol, but they also regard the love between them as the direction to pursue with their other half.

Meng Jiao and Mo Yanchen had originally chosen a quiet courtyard in the mortal world. In their free time, they would conceal their faces and take their two children for a walk.

However, as more and more old men came to Xiaoyao to discuss Taoism, they finally moved the yard to the forest of Changqing Mountain.

At dusk, the clouds in the sky were like a burning fire, and everything was red. The entire Changqing Mountain was shrouded in dimness.

Mo Yanchen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at the bulge in the quilt. He bent down and pulled up a corner of the quilt, then crawled into the bed like a clingy big dog, hugging the person who was in a bad mood tightly in his arms.

"Master~"

"Ah~" A sigh was clearly audible, followed by the trembling of muffled laughter from the chest behind him.

Meng Jiao threw back the quilt, revealing her body covered in spots of bruises. Everywhere she looked were traces of the scars left from last night. She pointed at him angrily and accused him,

"You're still laughing! You used to be so gentle, but were you crazy last night?"

Mo Yanchen suppressed his smile, and looked at the bright red patches on her body with his watery eyes. They were like the Tujuan flowers blooming on the mountains in April, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off them.

"After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was in the water, and the whole boat was filled with clear dreams that overwhelmed the stars?"

Meng Jiao's shouting action paused, and she felt guilty for a second.

"You, where did you see it?"

Mo Yanchen reached out his hands and smiled, holding her back in his arms, wrapping her tightly in the quilt and kissing her.

"My lady, if you don't wrap yourself up tight, my galaxy will disturb your sweet dreams. Are you coming?"

Meng Jiao shook her head like a rattle, turned around and huddled into his arms, speaking in a muffled voice,

"Are you angry?"

Mo Yanchen hugged her tightly, pressing her to feel his joy,

"No, now I just feel lucky, lucky that you chose me from the beginning. Do you know that there was a time when I practiced hard in front of the mirror, for fear that you would hate my smile?"

The tip of her ear was faintly touched by scarlet color. Meng Jiao did not dare to provoke someone who was still in excitement.

"I just don't like you smiling at others, but when you smile at me from the bottom of your heart, I never dislike it."

Mo Yanchen kissed the top of her head, his heart and eyes filled with love, overflowing.

"Well, I am yours, and you will only be mine."

No one knew how happy he was when he saw the words "Qingmeng" engraved on the blade of her sword.

When he first learned that Meng Jiao had sent the Dharma image into his sea of ​​consciousness when they first met, he had doubted whether it was because of trust and love, as others said later.

But when he thought back to the time when she told him she was ugly when they first met, and how she didn't help him and told him to crawl over, the thought faded from his mind.

This iron sword had belonged to me since the first day I officially became her disciple. It was only after I became the Demon Lord and completed the contract that it revealed its true appearance.

But he remembered how she looked when he first became her disciple, so he kept the sword in a rusty state.

She liked to create her own cultivation methods. When he found the Double Sword Manual on the desk, he was distracted, and he realized something was wrong when he saw the words "Galaxy" on it.

He was confused but didn't dare to ask, fearing that he wouldn't get the answer he expected.

He had been very careful these years, fearing that if he annoyed her, she would suddenly appear and disappear just like she did when she came...

He often felt restless at night, and only by holding her and feeling the warmth of her body could he suppress his urge to keep her by his side again and again.

I thought that this would be the rest of my life, but I didn't expect to see the word "Qingmeng" appear when she accidentally used her spiritual consciousness while practicing the other day.

How to describe that feeling? He once felt uneasy and terrified, and then he turned around and found that

The wishful thinking that you are worried about turns out to be a connection between two hearts.

Unprecedented relief, the previous cautiousness and fear disappeared in an instant,

The fog gradually became clearer before my eyes, and it turned out that person had been firmly choosing himself all along.

Finally, while my heart was filled with happiness, a trace of regret also quietly emerged.

I once wasted a lot of intimate time with her because of fear.

So, when Meng Jiao ran to show off the sword manual to him, she felt unprecedented enthusiasm from her husband.

Grabbing the ankle and pulling the master who wanted to escape back to the bed, Mo Yanchen leaned over and walked around the slender figure, tightly grasping the snow-capped peaks,

"My lady, it's been a hundred years, why haven't you gotten used to it yet?"