After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

When Bai Jiri came in with a crutch, what he saw was his sister sleeping with the baby in her arms.

He smiled and went over to cover the two of them with a blanket.

The slight noise immediately woke up Bai Jiyue, who was still asleep.

"Brother?" she called softly.

Bai Jiri sat down and said, "It's okay, I just came to see you."

Bai Jiyue asked quickly: "My injury——"

"The village chief said that you will need to recover from your injury for a while, but fortunately, no bones are broken." Bai Jiri interrupted her.

"The Zhao family——"

"The Zhao family has gone back, and Village Chief Ma and his wife have also gone back. Don't worry, they won't come again. We had agreed to resolve this matter through a duel, so Zhao Er was killed by you. You can only say that he was not as skilled as others, and you can't blame anyone else."

Bai Jiyue nodded: "This village chief Ma is quite reasonable."

"It's not that he is reasonable. It's the village chief who protects him and the villagers who are watching. That's why he doesn't dare to touch us." Bai Jiri said.

Bai Jiyue thought about how it was the village chief who stood in front of him before he fainted, and a warm feeling surged in his heart: "Yes, the village chief is a good man. There are really not many good people in the Dark Stone Wasteland."

Bai Jiri didn't know what he was thinking, he gritted his teeth and said: "Dark Stone Wasteland is not our destination after all. When we have a higher level of cultivation, we should take mother and sister away from here."

Bai Jiyue nodded.

The two of them sat facing each other quietly for a while, and Bai Jiri suddenly looked at her: "Big sister, what happened at that time?"

"What's going on?" Bai Ji Yueqi asked.

"How did the fatal sword fly up and pierce Zhao Er's back?"

Bai Jiyue tilted her head and recalled that time. Her shoulder hurt so much at the time, but she didn't think much about it. Now thinking back on it carefully, she felt a little unbelievable.

"I don't know either. At the time, I felt that I was going to be killed by Zhao Er, so I thought it would be great if I could let the sword pierce Zhao Er's back. Who knew that it would really be -"

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

After a while, Bai Yiri asked, "Can you see what your level is?"

After his reminder, Bai Jiyue immediately entered his own spiritual root space.

Unexpectedly, I discovered that I had a new ability called weapon control.

She told her eldest brother about this ability, and he frowned: "Imperial weapon...what is this?"

Bai Jiyue shook his head, the original owner's knowledge was also limited.

Bai Jiri thought for a moment and said, "I remember my father left behind a box of books. I'll go check and see if there's anything about this."

As he said this, he went out with his crutches.

Ming Yuan, nestling in Bai Jiyue's arms: To control a weapon means to harness it, idiot!

Bai Jiyue had no idea what Ming Yuan was saying and was immersed in his own spiritual root space.

Her abilities were upgraded again. After the fight with Zhao Er, her strength, agility and self-healing abilities each increased by one level.

Now she has reached the second level of upper-level cultivation, with strength 7, speed 5, self-healing 6, defense 5, and agility 6.

She felt her wound and found that her self-healing ability was indeed different. It seemed that after only half a day, the wound was not so deep anymore.

The little black wolf came in, jumped onto the bed and licked Bai Jiyue's hand.

Ming Yuan, who had been curled up in Bai Jiyue's arms pretending to be asleep, stretched out his little arms without turning his head, grabbed the back of the little black wolf's neck, and threw it under the bed.

"Woo..." The little black wolf cried out in grievance and somersaulted on the ground.

Bai Jiyue looked at him with amusement and rubbed the little guy's head in his arms: "A Yuan, you are quite domineering! Don't forget that the little black wolf grows faster than you. When it grows bigger than you, you will see if you dare to bully him."

"Woo!" The little black wolf stood up with his head held high and chest puffed out in response.

Mingyuan turned over and sat up, looking at the little black wolf coldly.

The little black wolf was originally quite imposing, but as Ming Yuan kept staring at it, its ears gradually drooped.

I don't know why, but this kid's eyes are so scary...

"Get out." Ming Yuan spat out a word from his mouth.

"Woo..." The little black wolf howled and went out in shame.

Bai Jiyue screamed in shock: "Hey, Yuan, why are you so mean to him? He's your little brother!"

Ming Yuan's face turned black: It doesn't deserve it! It's always fighting with him for her, it's good enough that he didn't kill it!

After a while, Bai Jiyun came to complain with the little black wolf in her arms: "Sister, please keep a close eye on Yuan, he is bullying my little black again!"

Bai Jiyue smiled apologetically: "No way, no way, A Yuan is so young, how could he have any bad intentions, it must be a misunderstanding."

Having said that, he still secretly tapped Mingyuan on the forehead.

Mingyuan stroked his head with a gloomy face, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Before dinner, Bai Jiri came in with crutches, looking excited.

"Sister, I found it!" He was holding a book in his hand.

Bai Jiyue was curious: "What did you find?"

Bai Ji Ri placed the book in front of Bai Ji Yue, and Bai Ji Yue saw the words written on the cover: Ethnic Atlas.

Bai Yiri flipped through the pages of the book quickly and finally stopped on one of them.

"I understand. Controlling weapons is the ability of the craftsmen!" Bai Jiri said.

Bai Jiyue was startled: "Craftsman clan?"

Bai Jiri's expression was a little strange, and he leaned forward: "Not only the control of weapons, but also archery."

"So, the new skills you and I have acquired are both from the craftsman clan?" Bai Jiyue was greatly surprised.

According to the original owner's memory, they are human, and humans are the lowest race in Qinglan Continent.

"So, we are not humans, but craftsmen?" she asked puzzledly.

Bai Yiri shook his head: "We are human."

"He is a human, how can he have the skills of the craftsman race?"

Bai Yiri flipped through the pages quickly and stopped at the last few pages.

"Look." He pointed to one of the sections.

Bai Jiyue looked down and saw that it was written on this page: When different races marry, the offspring usually inherit the blood of one parent, but there is also a small possibility of having double blood. The so-called double blood means that one can have the abilities of two races at the same time.

"I discovered before that I have a black spiritual root space. I guess it's the space of the craftsman clan. You may have it too." Bai Jiri said.

Bai Jiyue suddenly understood something and looked at his brother: "You mean, we might be the children born from the marriage between the human race and the craftsman race?"

Bai Jiri nodded heavily: "Dad is sure, he is a human, all his abilities are human."

"So, it's my mother! My mother is from the craftsman clan?" Bai Jiyue raised her voice.

Bai Jiri nodded slowly: "That's right. Mom has lost her memories of the past, and she doesn't have any spiritual roots, which makes her life experience a mystery. We used to think she was just an ordinary person, but now I think maybe she had some major changes that made her like this. And Dad has been hiding this from us. Or maybe Dad doesn't know Mom's true background either."