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(The story of the cold emperor raising a cub)

Mu Xuanwei has been indifferent to emotions since childhood. He was born with the ability to cultivate the ruthless holy body. He is heartless and desireless. Over thousands of years, he has risen from a mortal to a god and become the ruthless emperor of the fairy world.

However, fate is always full of unexpected twists and turns. The appearance of Su Yunluo almost killed him, but fortunately he met a kind and powerful senior.

This also made him more determined to practice the ruthless way. All emotions would affect the speed of his practice. At this time, Mu Xuanwei had not thought that he would have a biological cub in the future.

"Emperor, His Highness Xuanhe needs your company so that she can be born as soon as possible." Siming couldn't stand the cub's nagging, so he had to come to find the ruthless Emperor who had not yet gone into seclusion.

The name Xuanhe was given by God when the cub in the bud first became conscious.

Xuanhezi is a little kid who makes God worry. Siming has wondered many times why this little kid does not look like his father. If he was not conceived by him personally, he would have thought that some bold person had replaced his essence and blood.

"Forget it, lead the way." Mu Xuanwei sighed, and finally followed Siming to Chaos. It was he who decided to have the cub, so he couldn't just ignore him.

When the little flower bud sensed the breath of its blood relative, it swayed particularly happily and changed the color of its petals in an attempt to attract the attention of its blood relative.

Siming: Boy, you are quite dramatic.

The aura around Mu Xuanwei softened a little. He reached out and touched the petals that were waving towards him, and then he saw that the purple buds suddenly turned pink.

From that day on, Mu Xuanwei no longer went into seclusion, and would occasionally come to Hundun once or twice a year to visit his cubs.

A hundred years passed quickly, and Xuan and his son were about to be born.

At the edge of chaos, Mu Xuanwei stood there expressionlessly, but Sima Ming was looking forward to the birth of the little Heavenly Emperor.

The flower bud slowly opened, the purple light illuminated half of the chaos, revealing a small ball sitting in the middle of the petals.

The little baby was about two or three years old, dressed in light purple brocade, with long, slightly curly black hair, sparkling stars in his dark and translucent phoenix eyes, round cheeks, and a purple-gold mark on his forehead.

He is a very beautiful child.

Is this his child? Mu Xuanwei felt something strange in his heart, and he reached out and gently touched the little boy's cheek.

The little girl, who looked somewhat similar to him in terms of features and eyebrows, blinked her big round eyes and called to him in a baby voice.

“Dad…Dad.”

"Yeah." The sweet sound of "daddy" softened Mu Xuanwei's eyes slightly, but his expression remained cold.

"Daddy, it's warm and cozy here." The little girl was not afraid of his indifference at all. She stretched out her chubby little hands and grabbed the corner of Mu Xuanwei's clothes.

Mu Xuan frowned slightly and tried to shake off his hand, but the little ball held on tightly, so the cold-blooded emperor leaned over, pinched the little ball's neck and lifted him up.

Xuan and Zai thought their dad was playing games with them, so they laughed happily and looked silly.

Sima Ming on the side said that he couldn't bear to watch it. What if the future Emperor of Heaven is a silly little fool?

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Mu Xuanwei had never raised a child or accepted a disciple, so he could only follow the steps his master took to raise him from his distant memory.

"Sit cross-legged."

Xuanhe sat down cross-legged very obediently, blinking her big eyes and looking up at him.

"Xuanhe, my name is Mu Xuanwei, and I can be considered your father by blood. From today on, you will practice with me."

"Okay, but Daddy, you have to call me Wo Ahe." Xuanhe frowned and retorted loudly.

Is there any difference between Ah He and Xuan He? Mu Xuanwei didn't understand, but facing the child's expectant eyes, he still changed the name.

"Ah He, close your eyes, concentrate, and put aside all distracting thoughts..."

Grandpa Cuiyu was right. Daddy was a kind man with a cold face but a soft heart. The silly hair on Xuanhe's head danced happily, and he tried hard to imitate his father's movements.

Half an hour later, the sound of a child snoring was heard from the cold and ruthless heavenly palace.

Looking at the little baby sleeping soundly against his legs, Mu Xuanwei pondered for a moment and then covered him with a small blanket to cover the child's belly.

One day, when Siming came to visit Xuanhe, he brought a box of cakes and captured a greedy cub who had never eaten before.

Fortunately, Xuanhe is not an ordinary mortal child, otherwise he would have been raised to death by Mu Xuanwei.

It turns out that the cub needs to eat. It’s so troublesome. I don’t want to raise it anymore, Mu Xuanwei thought belatedly.

But it’s too late to give up raising it now. Xuanhezi refuses to leave. If you throw him away, he will fly back by himself the next day.