Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

Under the ancient locust tree in the backyard of the Taoist temple, mottled sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting golden fragments all over the ground.

Miaomiao sat on the cushion under the tree, holding a small butterfly made of ghost energy in her little hand, her eyes curved into crescents with joy.

Mei Niang sat on the ground, and gently touched the butterfly's wings with her pale fingers. The butterfly fluttered up and flew, circling around Miaomiao.

Wow!

The little boy tilted his head back, following the butterflies.

Mei Niang chuckled, tapped her fingertips, and a butterfly gently landed on the little guy's nose.

!!!

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, held her breath and looked at the butterfly on the tip of her nose. With a light touch of her little hand, the butterfly turned into fireflies and scattered.

The kid was stunned for a moment, pouting, with red eyes, looking at Mei Niang with grievance.

"Aunt~"

What a poor little baby.

Mei Niang's heart was about to melt. She moved closer and gently rubbed the little guy's soft face, coaxing him softly: "Be good and don't cry."

Zhu Niang was making faces to coax the baby.

It's quite interesting to see ghosts making faces.

Some of the cubs who were coaxed smiled politely.

"Giggle-"

The little guy's laughter was as clear as a bell, and it was particularly loud in the quiet yard.

He Xuan sat in the corridor, watching the scene expressionlessly, a thin layer of ice already forming on the teacup in his hand.

Ever since the pair of female ghost sisters moved into the Taoist temple, this little brat hasn't taken the initiative to ask him to hug him for three whole days!

Three days! ! !

The little brat who used to climb on him and pull his hair as the first thing he did when he woke up in the morning, now calls "Auntie, Auntie" as soon as he opens his eyes, and doesn't even care about the ice flowers he specially condensed with his ghost energy.

"Click."

The teacup shattered into pieces in his hands.

Shouyi came over slowly with a cup of freshly brewed tea. He followed He Xuan's gaze and glanced at the happy scene under the tree. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Oh, our Miaomiao and the aunts are having such a good time~"

A ghostly aura emanated from He Xuan's body.

Shouyi pretended not to notice and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Mei Niang is so clever. The little wreath she made for Miao Miao yesterday, the little one wore it all day and didn't want to take it off."

"..."

Frost spread silently along the corners of He Xuan's robe.

"If you can't speak, you can go away."

"Yo yo yo, are you angry because of embarrassment?" Shouyi came over deliberately to act rudely.

It’s true, it’s really irritating when an old man acts like a mean person.

Under the tree, Miaomiao suddenly sneezed. Mei Niang immediately hugged her nervously and asked, "Did you catch a cold?" She was about to take off her coat.

"No need."

A cold voice suddenly sounded above his head.

When Mei Niang looked up, she was frightened to death.

The Lord Ghost King had stood behind her at some point, his expression colder than the deepest icy pond in the underworld.

A black robe embroidered with dark patterns was draped over her head, wrapping Miaomiao tightly.

He Xuan bent down and picked up the little dumpling. His movements seemed rough but were actually gentle: "Have you had enough fun?"

Miaomiao lay on He Xuan's shoulder, looking back eagerly at Mei Niang and Zhu Niang under the tree. Her short legs kicked in his arms, trying to slide down, and she said in a baby voice: "Auntie... play..."

It's obvious that the little guy hasn't had enough fun.

"Let's go back and rest after playing enough."

He Xuan pretended not to understand and turned around without giving any room for refusal. He caught a glimpse of Shouyi walking towards him and immediately quickened his pace.

"what!"

Seeing that he and his aunt were getting further and further apart, the little boy got angry and stared at He Xuan with wide eyes.

The cub wants to play!

Let’s play! Let’s play!

"Bad, Daddy!"

The little guy uttered three words in a clear voice, his rosy face puffed up, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

--boom!

He Xuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He slowly lowered his head, his dark eyes fixed on the little ball in his arms, as if he hadn't heard clearly: "...What did you say?"

Miaomiao's eyes widened in anger, her face flushed red, and she repeated clearly: "Bad, Dad, Dad!"

He Xuan: “…”

In an instant, the Ghost King's world collapsed.

He still looked stern on the outside, but his pupils were trembling slightly, and the three words "bad daddy" were echoing wildly in his mind, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and even the ghost energy around him was frozen for a moment.

The kid he'd raised for so long actually called him a bad dad?!

Shouyi, who had been watching the excitement from a distance, immediately came over with great joy, deliberately drawing out his tone: "Hey, what did our Miaomiao say? How did Grandpa hear someone say bad daddy?"

He Xuan glanced at him coldly, then suddenly raised his hand and shoved the struggling little fellow into Shouyi's arms.

"Take it."

Shouyi caught Miaomiao off guard, and before he could react, he saw He Xuan turned around and strode towards the most remote corner of the Taoist temple. His back was stiff, like a moving iceberg.

Miaomiao was stunned, her mouth drooped, and her eyes instantly turned red: "Daddy...?"

Shouyi's beard was shaking from trying so hard to hold back his laughter. He lowered his head and coaxed her, "Be good, your dad is autistic. He'll be fine in a while."

On the west side of the Taoist temple, He Xuan sat cross-legged under an old locust tree, staring at the ground expressionlessly.

The ghost energy around him surged uncontrollably, freezing the area within a radius of three feet so that no grass grew and even the birds in the trees fluttered away.

Bad dad?

He feeds her, puts her to sleep, and wipes her saliva every day. He didn't even care when she peed on him four times, and she actually calls him a bad dad?!

Just because you don't let her play with those two female ghosts?

Ah.

Little heartless.

The more He Xuan thought about it, the angrier he became. His ghost energy exploded with a bang, freezing the locust tree behind him into an ice sculpture.

On the other side, Miaomiao lay on Shouyi's shoulder, looking at the direction where He Xuan left with tears in her eyes, and said in a wronged voice: "Daddy, are you angry?"

Shouyi patted her little head and sighed deliberately: "Yeah, your dad is very sad. Some little bad guy actually said that he is a bad dad."

Miaomiao blinked and suddenly struggled to get off the ground: "Looking for Daddy!"

Miaomiao is not a little bad guy.

Miaomiao is a good baby.

As soon as Shouyi put her down, the little girl immediately staggered towards He Xuan, her short legs trembling as she walked, shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Under the locust tree, He Xuan had actually heard her voice a long time ago, but he kept a straight face and didn't move until a pair of soft little hands suddenly hugged his legs.

"Daddy...don't be angry..." Miaomiao raised her little face, her eyes red, "Miaomiao was wrong..."

He Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his face still cold, but the ghostly aura around him subsided unconsciously.

Seeing that he ignored her, Miaomiao stood on tiptoe anxiously, stretching her hands upwards desperately: "Hug me!"

He Xuan was silent for three seconds, and finally bent down to pick her up.

The little guy immediately hugged his neck, kissed him on the face, and apologized softly: "Daddy, good... not bad..."

He Xuan: “…”

He turned his face away and snorted softly, but his arms held her firmly, fearing that she would fall.

Shouyi watched from a distance, shook his head and sighed, "Master Ghost King, your temper is worse than that of a one-year-old child."

He Xuan glanced at him coldly: "Shut up."

Miaomiao, however, had already forgotten the unpleasantness of the moment and happily pointed at the icicles on the tree: "Daddy! Liangliang!"

He Xuan casually broke off one and handed it to her: "Play with it."

Shouyi was stunned: "He! Xuan! I have been raising a spiritual locust tree for thirty years..."