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

Ning Buwei finished speaking, the father and son looked at each other speechlessly for a while.

The child obviously didn't understand, and stuck out his tongue at him, his chubby face trembling.

"This name is too smelly. For the sake of your good looks, Dad will change it for you."

His son's generation should be a scholarly generation, but he would rather not let his son behave because he didn't follow his seniority. He hugged the child and blew the cold wind by the endless river for a long time, thinking hard for a long time.

"Fix each word one by one." He stretched out his hand and pinched the child's soft cheeks, "You can make do with it first, and when you grow up and don't like it, you can change it yourself."

Ning Xiu, who finally had a name, looked very excited, her little feet kicking on her clothes, moving back and forth in his arms, "Ah~ahhh~"

Ning Buwei lifted him up to look at her, "Like it?"

"Ah!" The child bent his eyes and smiled at him, the sound of ah was clear and joyful.

"Then call me daddy and I'll listen." Ning Buwei shook him.

"Ah~" The child opened his mouth and drooled.

"You can't even talk, you little trash." Ning Buwei sneered at the same time with disgust, picked up the handkerchief that was torn off specially to wipe his saliva, and wiped it on his mouth a few times, "Fortunately, your father is me."

Ning is not used to living alone. When he is alone, he may not be able to speak for ten days and a half months. Normally, if he speaks, it will inevitably kill people and bleed into rivers, but now he is alone. Seeing a milk doll who doesn't understand anything, he has become talkative instead.

Ning Xiu can only yell, and when his devil father babbles, he just yells, crying when he is unhappy, hungry, and peeing, and laughing when his father loses his temper, so angry that his father often wants to throw him away. In the endless river.

Ning Buwei turned black in anger, and the baby stared at him timidly with big watery eyes, so innocent that sometimes Ning Buwei wondered if he was too irritable.

The big devil who has always felt that he has a calm and quiet personality has never had such outrageous doubts until Ning Xiu came along.

A few days later, Ning Buwei was holding the child in one hand and the three broken blades of the Suzaku Knife in the other, squatting on the ground to draw a formation.

Although he has completely lost his cultivation, there are still a lot of spiritual power left in the fragments of the Suzaku Knife. Unfortunately, the fragments are a bit small. He has searched the vicinity for the past few days but has not found other fragments, so he can only hold three pieces first. Make up a temporary number.

"This is the teleportation array." Ning Buwei showed him Ning Xiu's painting, "Your grandfather taught him, but he didn't draw very well, and was often scolded by your grandmother, so I changed a few strokes for him."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu stared at the bright red blood on the formation, and kicked his feet greedily, wanting to hug Ning Buwei's hand.

Ning Buwei pressed the broken blade against his forehead with the back of his hand, "I can't drink anymore, if I drink too much, I will turn into a little devil. When I find the town, I will buy you delicious food."

Ning Xiu was so hungry that he tapped his mouth, pointing to the blood on the ground, Ning Bu was a signal, and his will was very strong, "Ah~ah~"

"...Okay, one last time." Ning Buwei sighed, and stuffed the bleeding finger into Ning Xiu's mouth.

Ning Xiu grabbed his hand and sucked it vigorously. It hurt a little, but it was very slight. Ning Buwei didn't take it too seriously. He changed his hand and continued to draw. He picked up a few branches from the side and broke them. In the formation.

"Let's go to the nearest teleportation array and see where it is." Seeing that he couldn't suck the blood, Ning Buwei pulled out his hand, "You are too good to eat."

Ning Xiu pursed his small mouth unsatisfactorily, and the corner of his mouth was still stained with blood.

Ning Buwei reached out to wipe off the blood for him, and put him into his arms, "Go."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu responded, holding on to his father's hand.

"An insatiable thing." Ning Buwei gave him one hand, and began to perform tricks with the other hand.

There were sharp blade fragments between his slender fingers, and the wounds on them were criss-crossed. Because he was too sloppy in making tactics, bright red blood dripped from his palm to his slightly thin wrist, and dripped on Ning Xiu's face.

All of a sudden, the red light was shining brightly in the formation, and the nearby river suddenly congealed, and then the waves were rough and the wind howled, the surrounding trees were broken down by the middle, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy.

Somewhere on the top of a mountain more than ten miles away.

Several monks in green shirts looked in a certain direction at the same time. One of them looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. The pattern of flowing clouds and cranes, the center of the glass ball is a floating blue spoon.

The inside of the glazed ball is full of brilliance, refracting colorful light, and the handle of the spoon trembles when it points to a certain place.

"It's an evil formation!" Feng Zizhang's face changed, "Nineteen miles to the northwest, endless Hebei."

"Zi Song Zi Chen, you stay here and wait for the flowers to bloom, Zi Zhang will follow me!" The young man in the lead had a stern face, and it was Han Zi Yang, the senior brother of Yun Zhong Men, who summoned his talisman and turned it into a blue streamer Go straight to the northwest.

"Senior brother, wait for me!" Feng Zizhang threw his sword into the air and jumped up, he lost his footing and nearly fell down, then he muttered something, and it turned into a blue light and followed Han Ziyang.

The two who stayed behind looked at each other, smiled teasingly, and continued to squat and wait for the flowers on the edge of the cliff to bloom.

Han Ziyang arrived at the Endless River one step ahead of Feng Zizhang. He hovered over the river and summoned the magic weapon of his own destiny, the Xuantian Mirror. The Xuantian Mirror trembled crazily in his palm. Yang frowned, looking around vigilantly.

"Brother——" Feng Zizhang came a step later than him, and the flying sword under his feet rushed straight out of him without controlling the strength.

"boom!"

With a teeth-piercing crash, Feng Zizhang crashed straight into a dead tree, lying on the ground with his head upside down, eating a mouthful of dirt.

Han Ziyang: "..."

Feng Zizhang got up from the ground, picked up the flying sword on the ground in embarrassment, spat out the dirt in his mouth, and his face was cut by a stone, he looked up in disgrace and asked Han Ziyang, "Senior brother, stop on the top!" What are you doing? Come down."

Han Ziyang stared at the Xuantian mirror in his hand, "This place is not right, you come up."

"Okay." Feng Zizhang has always listened to his words, and was about to fly up, when he glanced at his feet from the corner of his eye, he was stunned, jumped to the side, and sacrificed the glazed ball in his hand, and as expected, the spoon inside began to spin wildly, "Brother, that's it!" This evil array! The blood is not dry yet!"

The veins on Han Ziyang's forehead were throbbing, "Come up!"

Feng Zizhang honestly flew to Han Ziyang's side with his sword, and found that his sleeve was stained with blood from the battle. He cursed bad luck, and performed a small cleaning technique. The dust and blood stained robe was as clean as new.

Han Ziyang gathered his spiritual power and was about to use the Xuantian Mirror to break through the formation. The surrounding spiritual light was overwhelming, and his upright and killing power was bound to wipe out all evil spirits, but he stopped halfway through the formation and collected his mana.

Feng Zizhang was puzzled: "Why did you stop?"

Han Ziyang's expression was indescribable, he took the Xuantian mirror back into the sea of ​​consciousness, and said: "This is an ordinary teleportation formation, just now your fall has broken the formation, did you see those broken branches? "

Feng Zizhang was stung by those branches just now, so he nodded, "Ang."

"...that's the eyes." Han Ziyang frowned.

Feng Zizhang asked puzzledly: "It's just an ordinary teleportation formation, why make such a big formation? I don't know the overflowing evil spirit, but I thought it was better not to be reincarnated."

"Although this formation is common, there are some things that are not quite right. It doesn't seem to be done by the righteous way." Han Ziyang Yujian landed on the edge of the river.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zizhang threw the glazed ball over the teleportation array, "It's better to just eliminate the evil teleportation array."

"Wait a minute—" Han Ziyang was about to stop him, but his impatient junior directly destroyed the formation, dust and gravel covered him.

Feng Zizhang, who was weak, said, "...Brother, do you believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose?"

Han Ziyang gritted his teeth and stared at him.

"Which bastard moved my formation!" Ning Buwei yelled as he hugged the child tightly in his arms, Ning Xiu burst into tears, and the surroundings were filled with darkness.

If the teleportation array is broken, they will not necessarily be sent somewhere, and the people in the battle will lose their cultivation at least, or suffer backlash and be seriously injured. If the cultivation base is low, they will be directly squeezed to death by the distorted space inside. normal.

Therefore, the teleportation formations in the Seventeen States generally have special monks guarding the formations. The monks can pay back the spirit stones and they can have peace of mind. If ordinary monks are alone, they generally don’t know how to draw teleportation formations. No one knows what will happen if there is no protection formation. accidents.

But Ning Buwei has never had such worries. He always draws wherever he goes, and he doesn’t draw a formation when he goes to a place. In the formation, you can't die from tossing, but he forgot that Ning Xiu couldn't.

In desperation, Ning Buwei scratched his palm, and drew a formation talisman on Ning Xiu's body with blood, barely protecting him, and began to draw formations in the formation again.

If it weren't for the critical situation, Ning Buwei generally doesn't like formations within formations, and if he is a little careless, he will be backlashed. His formations are wild and random, and the taste of backlashes is not very pleasant.

Ning Xiu was probably in a lot of pain, the mark on his forehead was always shining, and he was out of breath from crying. Ning Buwei was a little anxious to hear that, fearing that he would not be able to hold on, he would have to concentrate on trying to coax him, "It's okay. , it will be fine in a while."

Ning Xiu cried heart-rendingly, and was held in his arms by a slightly cold hand.

Chu Jun, who was in meditation, was awakened again in the sea of ​​consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw the child's spiritual consciousness that was about to disperse, and frowned slightly.

Ning Xiu's body is now covered with messy talismans drawn by Ning Buwei with blood. His originally fair and tender face was stained with blood, and the clothes wrapped around his body were also torn. They were picked up by the dog-like blood talisman, but it was obvious that the person who drew the talisman did not have enough spiritual power, and that person seemed to know this, so he could only rely on numbers to win, barely protecting the child's spiritual knowledge, but it was obviously a bit stretched.

What danger is this?

Chu Jun was puzzled, and put his fingers between the child's eyebrows, and the subtle spiritual power was slowly poured into it, turning into a thin transparent film to protect the child's spiritual consciousness.

Chu Jun used very little spiritual power, which could just protect the child's spiritual consciousness without being noticed by others—although it seemed that the child's mother should be entangled in some difficult matter.

Ning Xiu didn't feel any pain anymore, so he stopped crying slowly, opened his eyes and looked at the strange man in front of him. There was a trace of bewilderment on his small face, obviously he didn't know Chu Jun.

He turned his neck and subconsciously wanted to find Ning Buwei. When he found that he couldn't find anyone, his mouth shrunk and he was about to cry, but although this person's embrace was cold, it made him feel at ease, even better than Ning Buwei. Not because it is much more comfortable to hold.

Chu Jun was a little surprised to see whether the milk baby was going to cry or not in Chu Jun's arms.

He actually saw a trace of entanglement in the child's eyes?

Ning Xiu looked at Chu Jun with watery eyes, and shouted at him, "Ah~ah~"

Where's daddy?Where's daddy?

Chu Jun couldn't understand what he was shouting, so he reached out to wipe the blood off his face, and seeing that the blood talisman on his body was still shining, he knew that their crisis had not yet passed.

When Ning Xiu's spiritual consciousness stabilized, Chu Jun withdrew his hand, and his eyes fell on the dragon-snake blood talisman, which made his eyes hurt for a moment.

The child's mother's talisman is really...extremely bold.

Ning Xiu was hugged by him for a while, probably feeling hungry, he grabbed his finger and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Seeing the glow of the talisman on his body, Chu Jun knew that the woman couldn't handle it. He gently pulled out his hand, manipulated his spiritual power and modified the horrible talisman a few places, a touch of crimson spiritual power Wrapped around a child's wrist.

"Ah~" Seeing that there was something on his wrist, Ning Xiu opened his mouth to chew, but Chu Jun gently pinched his small mouth.

Chu Jun reached out and poked his cheek, "This is for your mother."

"Ah~ah~ah~" Ning Xiu looked at him ignorantly.

What is mother?Where's daddy?Where's daddy?

Seeing his dumbfounded appearance, Chu Jun sent him out of the sea of ​​consciousness with a wave of his long sleeves.