After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Ning Xiu whimpered and cried, twisting and writhing in his arms, at first Ning Buwei was a little patient, patted his back lightly, coaxing him in a low voice: "Go to sleep."

"Ah!" Ning Xiu's small face was wrinkled into a ball, and his feet kicked up the swaddling baby into a big bulge.

Ning Buwei looked at him suspiciously, "Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

Ning Xiu clenched his small fists, but refused to stay in his arms honestly, Ning Buwei frowned and put him on the bed, but the child cried out directly.

Ning Buwei was confused, thought he wanted to hug him, so he picked him up again.

"Wow! Wow——" Ning Xiu was picked up by him, and ended up crying even harder.

Ning Buwei: "??"

He opened the swaddle, didn't pull or pee, and there was no wound on his body, and got out of bed to pour water for him, and fed him with his favorite little yellow dog spoon.

Ning Xiu didn't drink, moved back and forth in his arms, sprinkled Ning Bu all over him.

He cut his finger to feed his son blood, but the crying went up to a higher level, almost deafening Ning Buwei's ears.

The big devil's already pitifully little patience was completely exhausted, and he reprimanded: "What the hell do you want?"

Ning Xiu writhed in his swaddling baby, howling angrily, "Wow——"

Gooey - my gooey -

He had only drank half of it before, but he forgot about it as soon as he interrupted him. As a result, after waking up from bedwetting, his little head was not very clear-headed. The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I started to lose my temper in the middle of the night.

It's a pity that his plausible accusations fell into the ears of the big devil, only ahh and wow.

Ning Buwei firmly believed that children should not be coddled, put Ning Xiu on the bed, folded his arms and watched coldly, "Cry, keep crying."

"Wow—" There was no confusion, and before Daddy came to coax him, Ning Xiu cried even harder.

After half a stick of incense, Ning Xiu not only didn't stop, but cried louder and louder, his originally fair and tender face was faintly blue from holding back, and his throat was about to burst from howling.

Simply can not stop.

Ning Buwei looked at him coldly - he couldn't keep cold.

Looking at his son's posture, no matter how much he howled, he might not be suffocating himself to death.

Ning Buwei picked up his son with a dark face, and said in a deep voice, "I am an adult and don't remember the faults of villains. Don't think that I am afraid of you."

Ning Xiu cried out, choked on his saliva, and coughed violently.

Ning Buwei hurriedly stood up and patted him on the back, but he was afraid that his strength was too heavy to use his strength, so he paced back and forth in the narrow woodshed with him in his arms.

While circling around, he thought: He is such a handsome and willing murderer without batting an eyelid, what evil did he do to end up coaxing children in the middle of the night?

After thinking about it, I can only blame him for being too charismatic, and the affectionate fairy's style of acting is too unique - she "give birth" to him a child without even meeting her face to face.

It's a pity that no matter how irritable he was, he still had to patiently coax the little ancestor in his arms.

the other side.

The affectionate "fairy" Chu Jun felt that the father and son hadn't been sent away for a long time, and he hadn't even started to meditate, and the child ran back by himself.

Ning Xiu accurately found the location of "Baibai Niangqin" in the vast sea of ​​consciousness, and plunged into Chu Jun's arms with his baby and baby.

Ning Xiu cried miserably, with anger in his grievance, "Ah! Ahh~"

Mother~ Daddy snatches me away~

Chu Jun who didn't understand at all: "..."

After checking the child's spiritual consciousness, he was not injured, and he was even quite energetic.

But the child kept crying, and kicked his two calves angrily, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Could it be that you were frightened?" Chu Jun looked at him suspiciously, and raised his hand to cast a soothing spell.

Under Ning Xiu's anger, a flash of inspiration flashed, recalling the scene of pinching the bell for him for nothing not long ago, his face blushed, he squeezed out a little of his spiritual power, and he was self-taught like his father. Some of Chu Jun's spiritual power was squeezed into three mist balls, one black, one white and one gold.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Ning Xiu waved his little hands excitedly, gesticulating to Chu Jun while crying.

Daddy~ He pointed at the little ball of black mist.

Steal my goo!He pointed to the smallest golden mist ball.

Mom, help me to get back to the fuzz~He pointed at the largest white mist, and excitedly directed the white mist to hit the black mist, and the two mist, one black and one white, instantly blended together, regardless of each other. .

Ning Xiu felt that this description was very vivid and detailed, and even made the youngest Jin Wu Tuantuan tremble to express that he was so wronged that he cried.

Chu Jun glanced at Xiao Lingshi, who was still crying, and then looked at the two entangled black and white mist. He felt uncomfortable for a moment, and looked down at Ning Xiu with a complicated expression.

"Others have a father and mother, but you have only one. It's very sad, and you want me to find him?" Chu Jun asked Ning Xiu in his arms seriously.

Ning Xiu: "??"

Chu Jun tried to reason with him, "I have never known your father before, so it is inappropriate to go hastily."

Moreover, he is in the critical moment of retreat, and he must not leave the retreat at this time, otherwise, the 500 years will be in vain, but he does not understand this to children.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu, who didn't understand what he was talking about at first, grabbed a little corner of his clothes in an aggrieved way, and hugged him while sobbing, so pitiful.

Gooey~

The soft little thing was about to be wronged into a ball, Chu Jun reached out to wipe his tears, and taught him earnestly, "You have to be strong."

"Woo~" Ning Xiu sobbed, and looked at him tearfully, ignorant and pitiful.

Although Chu Jun practiced the Ruthless Dao for a period of time, he thought he was not such a cold-hearted person, and said slowly: "I will leave the customs as soon as possible."

The origin of the child is unknown, and the identity of the child's other father is a mystery. He naturally has to go out to investigate this matter, but he can't act too hastily right now.

But obviously his son was in a hurry.

Seeing him sitting there indifferently, Ning Xiu obviously wouldn't help him get confused with his father, so he burst into tears again.

-

Feng Zizhang was about to cry too.

He had knelt in the punishment hall for one afternoon and one night, his legs were numb, but he didn't dare to get up.

In the huge main hall of Xingjietang, all the disciples of the inner sect were kneeling on the futons with straight backs, meditating on their own pasts.

Although they don't know what mistakes they made.

At noon, Shisanfeng suddenly rang the bell to summon all the inner disciples. His master Wen Heshen had always had a bad temper, but this was the first time Feng Zizhang saw him lose his temper.

He recalled the situation at that time, and his scalp was still numb.

The two senior brothers Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen kneeling next to him were talking in a low voice.

"Which bastard sneaked into the Qingfeng Pavilion?" Wu Zisong said displeased, "I'm going to punish everyone for causing trouble."

"Master has never allowed anyone to enter the Qingfeng Pavilion. There is a large defensive formation and a lot of heavy locks outside. Last time, the 36th junior brother naughty tried to sneak in and was almost crippled by the master..." Wu Zichen frowned: "Who would How dare you act so boldly?"

Feng Zizhang turned his head to look at his two senior brothers, hesitant to speak.

In the past, it was the three of them who whispered small things together.

Now the two senior brothers ignored him.

"There seems to be—" Feng Zizhang just opened his mouth, but Wu Zisong gave him a cold look, and he didn't dare to get close to them any more.

No matter how Feng Zizhang explained it, in the eyes of the two of them, Ning Buwei killed them. Even if they were lucky enough to be resurrected by the Rejuvenation Array, the shadow of death would not be easily erased.

What's more, the rattan puppets that Feng Zizhang said were all alive and well.

Although Master believed Feng Zizhang's words for some reason, but for Zisong Zichen and Zisong Zichen, there was a life-threatening enmity between them and Ning Buwei.

And the junior who was brought up from childhood actually stood on the side of outsiders, and even brought them back to Yunzhongmen, which made them both angry and disappointed.

This is undoubtedly a kind of betrayal.

Feng Zizhang knelt on the futon silently, looked at Han Ziyang's upright back in front of him, and sighed.

It would be great if he could be as determined as his elder brother when he was a big brother. Not only is his cultivation level sloppy, but his interpersonal relationship is also a mess... Thinking of this, Feng Zizhang lowered his head depressedly.

The Xingjie Hall is on the mountainside of the Thirteen Peaks, and Wen Heshen, the master of many inner disciples, is standing in the Qingfeng Pavilion with an ugly expression on his face.

The person-hunting talisman showed that the person was still in the Thirteenth Peak, but he almost turned the mountain upside down, but he still couldn't find it.

The young man with profound facial features was full of anxiety and anger in his brows and eyes, unwilling to reconcile to use the formation talisman again, the teleportation jade stone suddenly lit up a few times.

Wen He injected spiritual power deeply, opened the jade, and saw Chu Bai's figure revealed.

Chu Bai was obviously taken aback when he saw the unfamiliar furniture background behind him, "Huh? He Shen, are you not at Yunzhongmen now?"

"Yes, it's just a temporary change of residence." Wen Heshen slightly turned his body to block the ice coffin looming in the distance, "Brother Chu is looking for me so late for something?"

Chu Bai nodded and said, "I do have something I want to ask you."

"He Shen, you have also seen it with your own eyes. The origin of the vine demon is very similar to the situation in the Xun Mansion 500 years ago, and it will go to the rejuvenation formation of Master Yuan. These days, people from the Chongzheng League are investigating in Linjiang City and found With the remaining traces of the Soul Devouring Formation, we suspect that Ning Buwei is still alive."

Hearing the words Ning Buwei, Wen Heshen's face suddenly turned cold, "Then kill again."

Chu Bai smiled wryly and said: "How can it be so easy, now the various sects in the Chongzheng League are arguing endlessly about this matter, in the final analysis, they are also afraid of their terrifying strength..."

Wen Heshen had something on his mind, so he didn't really listen to what he said later.

"He Shen?" Chu Bai called out to him.

"What?" Wen He looked up at him deeply.

"Is there anything different about the people that your apprentice brought back to Yunzhongmen?" Chu Bai repeated the question just now.

"Just an ordinary person with no cultivation base, with two children." Wen Heshen didn't take the few people brought back by Feng Zizhang to heart.

"That's good, but it's better to be more vigilant." Seeing that Wen He was deeply absent-minded, Chu Bai didn't want to disturb him any more, so he said, "You don't look very well, pay attention to rest."

Wen Heshen was not disgusted by the concern from his friends, and the two briefly said a few words before turning off the projection.

Thinking of the two people that Chu Bai mentioned just now, something happened when they came to Qingfeng Pavilion, Wen He frowned deeply, and then Yu Jian rushed to the Xingjie Hall on the mountainside.

Feng Zizhang was drowsy, when the door of Xingjie Hall several feet high was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the coldness of the night poured into the spacious main hall in an instant, making him wake up suddenly.

Nearly a hundred inner disciples kneeling in the punishment hall all held their breath and concentrated, not daring to move.

Wen Heshen strode up to Feng Zizhang, looking at him sternly.

Feng Zizhang's scalp felt numb immediately, and he swallowed nervously.

"Zhang Zifeng, where are the two people you brought back?" Wen He asked coldly.

Feng Zizhang was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "Master, Master, my name is Feng Zizhang."

Wen He was taken aback.

Many disciples behind were holding back their laughter, their shoulders kept shaking, but they didn't dare to hear the laughter in front of Heshen again.

Wen Heshen's face darkened, and he sternly said to Feng Zizhang, "Answer my question."

Feng Zizhang shivered in fright, "I, I arranged for Miss Jiang to work as a handyman in the dining room. Senior Li is, in the firewood room behind the dining room."

"Han Ziyang." Wen Heshen said: "Bring a few juniors and bring him here."

"Yes!" Han Ziyang was ordered to get up.

Feng Zizhang hurriedly said: "Master, Senior Li is seriously injured, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to move—"

Wen He stared at him expressionlessly, Feng Zizhang didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Senior Li" who was seriously injured was squatting in front of the stove in the small kitchen of the dining room with Zhang Jun's face on his face.

The sweet aroma of rice paste permeated the cool autumn night, Ning Buwei reached out to add some firewood to the stove, stared at Ning Xiu who was tired and drowsy from crying in his arms, and said in a harsh voice: "No! sleep."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu, who smelled the aroma of rice paste, blinked his eyes, spat at his father, and closed his eyes again in hesitation.

"You cried for half an hour." Ning Buwei gritted his teeth and said, "Just because of your half bowl of rice porridge, if you don't lick the bowl clean for me tonight, you won't have to be named Ning anymore."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu grinned, although he stopped crying, his voice was still a little hoarse at the moment.

Ning Buwei: "..."

Ning Xiu cried for half an hour, and Ning Buwei, whose patience was completely exhausted, thought about the half bowl of rice porridge that he "accidentally" drank this afternoon.

This little thing isn't hungry, it's just throwing a tantrum at him.

The dignity of the devil does not allow him to give in to a child because of half a bowl of rice cereal.

But the little thing is really good at howling, and his temper is as stubborn as a donkey, and he will not give up until he eats rice cereal.

So Ning Buwei could only drag his half-disabled body, and slipped into the small kitchen of the dining room with Ning Xiu in his arms, and boiled rice porridge for him with a dark face.

Ning Xiu's stubborn temper must have followed his mother.

Chu Jun, who had finally coaxed the Little Spiritual Consciousness in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, suddenly had an itchy ear, raised his hand to touch it, and looked puzzled.

Who is speaking ill of him?

The person who said bad things filled half a bowl of rice porridge and put it on the air, and then took out the little yellow dog spoon from the ring. The stupid little yellow dog on it seemed to be in a bad mood. up.

Ning stared at the dog in bewilderment. This is a painting with symbols attached to it that can move. Why are you in a bad mood with a painted dog?

When Ning Xiu saw him take out the spoon, he immediately regained his energy, and smiled at his father with bright eyes, "Ah~"

Gooey~

Ning Buwei snorted coldly: "Isn't it time for you to howl at me?"

"Ah!" Ning Xiu spat another bubble at him.

Ning Buwei was about to tease him again, when the closed kitchen door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the damp and cool mist in the mountains instantly blew away the warmth in the room.