Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

"Dad, I am good at painting!"

After explaining what he drew, Pei Zhulu couldn't wait to get Li Qingming's praise.

"Good-looking, she is indeed my daughter!"

Li Qingming was always generous with his praises, and he even picked up the little guy and kissed him, which made her giggle and she was so happy!

"Daddy, daddy, put me down quickly!"

She patted Li Qingming's arm again.

After falling to the ground, Pei Zhinan ran to Pei Zhinan's side again, raised his head and stretched out his hand, "Mom, give me a hug!"

Pei Zhinan, whose expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, did not reach out and just watched silently.

Pei Zhulu waited for a long time, but he didn't get a hug, but he didn't get discouraged. Instead, he hugged Pei Zhinan's thigh and started to climb up!

At a young age, he has already mastered the art of "making enough food and clothing by one's own hands".

In the past, she would have never dared to take such action, but after getting used to Pei Zhinan's gentle treatment in the past two days, she naturally became bolder.

One word - courage!

Li Qingming's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

Pei Zhinan was also extremely uncomfortable with being like this in front of Li Qingming, but when he saw that Pei Zhulu had climbed to his waist, he still reached out and picked off Pei Zhulu and held him in his arms.

"Aniang, Aniang, can I send this to you?"

"As a gift!"

She only showed a bit of licking the baby, while Pei Zhulu showed the joy of a child born to be close to his mother.

Pei Zhinan looked at it quietly for a few times and said: "Ugly."

!

Pei Zhulu's face collapsed and he burst into tears.

Hearing the loud crying, Pei Zhinan frowned slightly, picked up the little guy's collar and threw it to Li Qingming.

He turned around and entered the house. The drawing paper with the three members of his family also fluttered to the side.

"Woooooo~"

"Ah, daddy..."

"My mother-in-law dislikes me, I'm ugly..."

Pei Zhulu was crying so hard that he was gasping for breath, which made Li Qingming, a father, feel angina.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. How beautiful are your paintings?" He comforted her.

"It's not...not good-looking at all! Ugly..."

The little guy couldn't stop crying.

"Listen to Dad, she is just jealous that your paintings are so beautiful, so she said this deliberately."

Li Qingming had no choice but to carry her to the study to find some other fun and delicious food to coax her.

But he didn't realize that Pei Zhinan, who had just disappeared when he got to the study, reappeared in the courtyard, bent down to pick up the painting that looked like a ghostly drawing, and helped away the grass clippings that fell on it.

This look is half the time it takes to burn incense.

Pei Zhinan stood there without moving, then silently took out a piece of extremely precious soft chalcedony, used it as a picture frame, embedded it in it, and put it away.

this gift,

How could she not like it?

...

...

It’s different from Li Qingming’s side of things.

Bai Yuanzheng, the true successor of Jiuzhou Palace, was kneeling in the clan ancestral hall with a gloomy face.

There are layers upon layers of spiritual statues everywhere, and they all belong to the great monks who were famous in the world of cultivation. Most of them are righteous people who shed their lives and blood for Jiuzhou Palace.

These spiritual tablets are not only the bloody and glorious past of their Bai family, but also the confidence of their descendants.

But the Bai family was already declining and gradually declining.

Fortunately, Bai Yuanzheng came out of him, with extraordinary talent. He has been regarded as the hope of rejuvenation of the Bai family since he was a child, and he is like a bright sun among his peers.

And he is worthy of this expectation.

Apart from being beaten by Li Qingming, he has no other evenly matched opponent among his contemporary disciples.

With the family's efforts to cultivate him, his reputation as Bai Yuanzheng is almost as high as that of Li Qingming at that time.

But he was in seclusion in the clan's secret place, but he was knocked unconscious with a sap blow.

When I woke up, I found that I was seriously injured and nearly half disabled!

Not only that, even his treasure collections were all wiped out!

Damn it!

Got robbed!

Now the injury has mostly recovered, but there is still a big stone in my heart.

As far as he knew, he was not the only one who suffered from such a tragic situation and was so angry that he went crazy.

Only he endured it all and did not tell anyone about it.

He will never allow himself to damage the reputation of the Bai family!

But he couldn't find any evidence, so he came here to find his ancestor.

"Ancestor, I still can't swallow this breath after all!"

Bai Yuanzheng kowtowed heavily and begged: "Please help me, ancestor!"

After a long while, a sigh came from the dim ancestral hall filled with candlelight.

"What do you want?"

"My grandson believes that it must be Li Qingming!" Bai Yuanzheng responded in a low voice, "He must have instigated Master Yu Sword to explore the truth about two years ago!"

There was silence again in the ancestral hall.

The old voice sounded after a while:

"What if not?"

"It has to be yes!" Bai Yuanzheng gritted his teeth and said, "Since my grandson did such things back then, there is no turning back. I wish I could kill them all!"

"you!"

The old voice paused and understood immediately.

In just a few breaths, this voice seemed to have aged a thousand years, and the voice that was still full of energy also revealed a certain weakness.

"You weren't the one who took the lead in what happened back then..."

"Absolutely not..." Bai Yuanzheng paused, "But my grandson has done a lot of work in it."

There was another long silence.

"Yuanzheng, why are you doing this..."

"My grandson must do this!" Bai Yuanzheng raised his head, his eyes bright, "It's not just that my grandson is really jealous of him, but our Bai family needs our grandson to do it!"

"Everything my grandson does is for the sake of revitalizing the Bai family!"

In the ancestral hall, Bai Yuanzheng's candid voice echoed, complementing the flickering candlelight.

"How do you want the ancestor to help you..." The ancestor of the Bai family finally agreed.

"Ancestor doesn't need to do anything. Now it's the Hundred Peaks Competition, and Ziyun Peak is no exception. Ancestor only needs to do something about the grouping, and my grandson will understand this grudge on his own."

"And he, Li Qingming, has lost all his cultivation and went to the Ten Thousand Demons Tower..."

"It must be ten deaths and no life!"