Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

Thanks to the sincere emotions of telepathy, Bai Luoli had just transferred a trace of spiritual power to the sound-transmitting jade, and the soft white light coming from the inside of the jade pendant had just come into view, and the cross-border magic circle in the northwest corner of the bedroom began to distort and tear the space.

A scarlet beam of light shot out from the torn space. Even little Yuzu, who was fiddling with his hair, tilted her head to look in the direction where the spiritual energy was concentrated.

No way, whatever you wish for will come true. It’s even better than a wishing star.

The uninvited guest in the bedroom was the important person who helped him solve his urgent problem, and was also Xiao Youzi's real father.

The expression of surprise and joy instantly turned from bright and sunny to half-gloomy when he caught a glimpse of his "eldest disciple" from his previous life behind Mo Qianyu.

"Mo Qianyu" seldom came to Qingyanxuan. He finally got the chance to see his beloved one being treated miserably by the other party as if to drive him away. He couldn't help but feel sad.

But the playful and disrespectful look on his face broke the sour and bitter mood. The word "partiality" was interpreted vividly by the master. It was obviously the same body and the same demon spirit, but because he wanted to make such an inhumane distinction between the past life and the present life, he would receive different emotional preferences from the same person.

The person who got the master but did not get the master's heart, "Mo Qianyu" glared at Mo Qianyu fiercely with eyes full of jealousy.

The two heroic young men were walking in unison, competing secretly with each other in pace.

One blue, one black, and one white. The man looked at the young man standing on the left who was touching his waist, then looked at the young man on the right who was holding his shoulders. The oppressive feeling and the dilemma of not being able to escape made Bai Luoli feel inexplicably uneasy.

Their eyes swept over themselves, and then both stopped on the baby in the crib who was sitting with his eyes wide open and sucking his fingers.

Bai Luoli quickly took away the finger that Xiaoyouzi was sucking in her mouth.

He really didn't handle this matter carefully. After the granulation tissue gradually developed into the infant form, he kept the matter to himself and didn't mention it to anyone.

Even though Mo Qianyu is Youzi's father with whom he shares inseparable blood and excellent and unique genes, he was immersed in the joy of being a father for the first time and kept his mouth shut about Mo Qianyu.

"Master has a secret now. He is hiding in Yunmiao Peak to raise a child and has not told his disciples."

The young man, who was overjoyed to have a son, had a face full of tenderness and love for his own flesh and blood. He bent over to tease the curious baby lying on the bed.

Finally seeing his other father, little Youzi’s mental activities began to become rich again.

The ink-stained round eyes were also looking at the two dads standing next to the pretty dad with curious eyes. The pretty dad was too good at playing! He actually had three dads! And the appearance of these two dads was simply carved out of the same mold.

He is as good-looking as his handsome daddy, and each has his own beauty.

With all the handsome daddies gathered around his bed, he will definitely not let go of this fleeting opportunity. He must ask for a hug and a kiss!

"Mo Qianyu" stared at the little baby's silly look as if he was almost drooling, and he suddenly lost the desire to reach out and touch or hug the baby.

This lewd and obscene look definitely couldn't possibly be like him. He probably inherited the nature of Mo Qianyu.

Little Youzi was as happy as anyone else present. He kept giggling, and his soft arms were like tender lotus roots fished out of the water, making others want to pinch them.

“Ah~”

Why don't you come and hug me? Pretty daddy, handsome daddy, come and hug me~

Apart from contributing his experience of carrying people to Bai Luoli, Mo Qianyu had no other extra experience for him to learn from temporarily.

So... it's conceivable that his experience in raising cubs is not even half of his master's.

The tone of asking for advice humbly made his eyes look particularly expectant, "Master, how do I hold this little baby?"

Bai Luoli didn't reply after hearing this. She demonstrated how to hold a child face to face, saying, "Why don't you ask his name? He's so young, so you must hold him horizontally with both hands to be safe. The spine and neck of a young baby are more fragile, so you must be careful and hold the hips firmly with your other hand. Don't let go."

Mo Qianyu nodded upon hearing this. Hearing this, he would only behave so innocently and obediently in front of this man. For others... forget it.

"No matter what name it is, as long as it is given by Master, I like it. No matter whether the surname comes from me or Master, I will gladly accept it."

The weight of Yuzi in his arms cannot be underestimated. This baby is also very easy to take care of. He doesn't need to be fed or burped. Just feeding him a little spiritual power every day is enough.

"Mo Qianyu" watched his other self having a cheerful conversation with his master. The happy atmosphere of the family of three could no longer accommodate the existence of his past self.

Taking another look at the little thing that was babbling something, "Mo Qianyu" felt an overwhelming sense of irritation.

Bai Luoli just freed her hands and turned around to catch the depressed and lost look of "Mo Qianyu".

The little look of being alone and depressed was somewhat cute unlike before, which made Bai Luoli's heart soften as a cake in an instant.

"Don't be upset. Don't you want to hug the child? He is your child too. He is so cute and soft to hold."

The last sentence was just a joke from Bai Luoli, and he had no intention of saying it out loud. Perhaps in order to make his disciple happier, he blurted out the joke that he didn't want to say out loud.

"Mo Qianyu" sighed deeply, but finally couldn't resist the gentle advice of his master. After agreeing, he walked to the other self and teased the cub together.

The little baby was lying in the arms of his little daddy, but his eyes were glued to the face of another little daddy. His bright and innocent smile was so contagious that unknowingly even the atmosphere in the bedroom became peaceful and beautiful.

Bai Luoli did not forget the important matter of going to Yu Tu Sect to express condolences. He hurriedly and anxiously gave a few instructions and went to find his two little disciples, preparing to set off for Yu Tu Sect on the Thousand Mile Boat together.

Jiang Yuning followed Bai Luoli without saying a word. Chu Yunze had some abdominal pain, which was unbearable. As his physical condition was not good, Bai Luoli did not dare to let him get tired on the road.

In the end, only Xu Luoge led Ye Yifan, Su Qiwei led Qian Miaomiao, Wen Guangbai led Meng Yi, and Bai Luoli led Jiang Yuning to the Yu Tu Sect to express their condolences.

As for Xiao Fuchen, he focused wholeheartedly on his cultivation and advancement. His disciple Mo Zhiyuan also seized every moment of his cultivation like his own master and did not dare to take it lightly.

The process of strengthening one's Dao heart requires the improvement of one's cultivation. Mo Zhiyuan can clearly sense that his cultivation level has reached a higher level during this period of time, and the thunder tribulation that will inevitably come when he breaks through will come as expected.

At this time, Jiang Yuning did not know that her mother's life was in danger. Although her mother's bleeding had been stopped, the sudden danger was not kind to her.

At the moment when the purple-robed young man collapsed, Jiang Yuxin, who should have fainted, suddenly appeared in this uninhabited place.

The surface of the flattering bell supported by the right hand was covered with a layer of dark and ominous demonic energy.

After doing everything she wanted to do, Jiang Yuxin turned around and left without any reluctance.

Although there were still some regrets in her heart, and some resentment that he died so easily.

Lushui Town - reed marsh.

Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin held two red rattles in their hands, and the intermittent beating sounds actually lured out the resentful figures of two black women.

He was just trying his best to save the situation, and it was not really a method that he came up with on a whim.

"Dushan, are you sure this method will work?"

As their relationship deepened, Cen Xin started to use his real name and refused to address him as "senior brother" anymore. Instead, he called him by his real name from morning till night.

"I don't know, but I can't think of a better way now."

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the two black women who appeared and disappeared mysteriously simultaneously condensed their bodies in front of them.

The resentment in the center and the resentment nearby were all entangled together. Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin made a prompt decision and used the sect's secret moves. The two of them repeated the familiar four mantras to eliminate resentment.

The two of them looked solemn, raised their hands quickly, and chanted the four mantras:

"Listen with all your heart, and let me hear your words."

"Nothing is impossible, so you must give up your heart."

“Evil karma will bring retribution, and good karma will bring results.”

"Wisdom and awareness return to the wonderful, the spirit is clear and bright."

Zhao Dushan's thumbs were knotted, the middle finger of his left hand and the middle finger of his right hand were facing each other, the index fingers of both hands were placed on the edge of the middle finger nails, the ring fingers were slightly bent and the fingertips were facing each other, and the little fingers of both hands were bent back and pressed against the middle section of the ring fingers, forming a confrontational seal of breaking evil. Cen Xin's left index finger and middle finger were put together and stood upright, the inner ends of the thumbs were pulled down and facing each other, and the entire ring finger and little finger of the left hand were placed side by side to cover the ring finger and little finger of the right hand, forming an irregular ring that was narrow at the top, wide at the middle and wide at the back, as if to absorb the pure and holy power between heaven and earth through the power method transmitted by the distal fingers.

Two black women, who were both victims and perpetrators, rolled and screamed in pain in the billowing black smoke.

The flexible and strong snake tail was like two sharp whips, sweeping left and right in the air and in the reeds, and then slapping the water surface in front of the two people at a lightning speed in a demonstration.

A trace of bright red blood flowed out of Zhao Dushan Zhenyan's mouth. Seeing this, Cen Xin hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of his senior brother.

The wild wind in the reed marsh was like a roaring mad beast. Wherever the violent wind went, the reeds were like powerless prisoners. Their backs were severely bent and they fell down in large numbers on the land on which they depended for survival.

The violent wind made the branches and leaves of the reeds rub against each other, making an overwhelming "rustling" sound, as if they were groaning because they were unwilling to bend but were forced to do so. Some reeds were uprooted and flew in the air in a mess, and then were thrown far away by the strong wind.

Under the rampant ravages of the deprivers, the originally calm surface of the reed marsh was stirred up by layers of all-consuming waves, with water splashing everywhere. The two black women disappeared in the billowing black smoke, and their eyes became even redder when blown by the strong wind. Their screams intertwined with the whistling of the strong wind, making the dangerous situation of the whole scene even more thrilling.

Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin tried hard to keep their feet in this chaotic situation. Their fluttering clothes rustled in the wind blades, but they still firmly resisted the mental illusion cast by the evil spirit before them.

Gradually, the black smoke dissipated and the reeds became resilient.