Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

Shouyi heard He Xuan's cold voice, "It's okay, I won't die for the time being," and his gray brows furrowed tightly, and he sighed worriedly.

He lowered his voice, his tone more serious than ever:

"He Xuan, you're not alone anymore. You have Miaomiao now. That child's heart and eyes are filled with you. Can you really continue to be so indifferent? If you continue like this, the final outcome will only be disintegration. What are you going to do with her?"

The child is still so young. How will she grow up without her father?

The title of Ghost King, fearsome and powerful throughout the underworld, sounds seemingly omnipotent. But Shouyi knows that great power often comes with a heavy price.

The reason why the Ghost King can become the king of all ghosts is because he gathers the most yin and evil ghost energy in the world. This power gives them supreme authority, but it is also like the most violent poison, constantly eroding the essence of their souls and bodies.

The end of every Ghost King is not death by external enemies, but as time goes by, the soul can no longer withstand the growing ghost energy in the body, and eventually collapses from the inside and completely dissipates between heaven and earth.

He Xuan should have ended like this long ago.

It was just by chance that he met Shouyi, who practiced the righteous way and had pure yang energy. The two of them made a contract because of a series of bets. Shouyi's energy invisibly suppressed the violent ghost energy in his body and delayed the process.

But this suppression is ultimately a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Just like a dam blocking a flood, the water level will eventually overflow the top of the dam.

He Xuan remained silent after hearing this.

His cold gaze passed Shouyi and fell on the little figure with a small tuft of hair on his head not far away, who was dancing and gesturing to Song Jinnian.

The little girl's eyes curved with a smile, and the sunlight shone on her rosy face, full of vitality, which was the only vivid and bright color in his gray world.

He had already felt that this endless life was boring, and whether it disappeared or not made no difference to him.

He even vaguely looked forward to the final liberation.

But now...

Looking at Miaomiao's chest puffed up because of a compliment, looking at her clumsy but hard way trying to get Song Jinnian to play together, thinking about her first thing every morning when she wakes up, is to look for his dependent eyes...

He Xuan's heart, which had been dead for a hundred years, seemed to have been thrown into a red-hot iron, sizzling and emitting boiling heat again.

How could he...how could he bear to leave her alone?

After a long time, He Xuan slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Shouyi, who had a worried look on his face. Complex emotions surged in his bottomless eyes, and finally settled into an almost heavy determination.

His voice was still low, but no longer as careless as before, but carried a weight:

"…I'll find a way."

He couldn't remain indifferent any longer.

For the sake of this little fat boy who would sweetly call him "Daddy", spit all over his face, and bossily demand to have six tufts of hair pricked, he had to find a way to survive.

This life that he had long been tired of suddenly became precious again because of her appearance.

Shouyi opened his mouth when he heard this, but eventually swallowed the words back.

How could it be so easy to think of a solution?

For thousands of years, countless brilliant and talented ghost kings had all been unable to escape the fate of dissipation. But seeing the renewed, however faint, desire to survive in He Xuan's eyes, he suppressed his worry and simply nodded.

It's always a good thing to cheer up.

That night, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a strong wind blew up suddenly. Soon, a dazzling flash of lightning tore through the night sky, followed by a loud "boom" that shook the window frames of the Taoist temple.

The sleeping cub was suddenly awakened by the thunder.

The little guy subconsciously moved towards the familiar cold air around him, groping with his little hands, but found nothing.

"Daddy?" She called softly in a daze, but got no response.

Another loud thunder boomed, as if right above the roof.

Miaomiao shuddered with fright and woke up completely. She sat up in fear and looked to her side in the occasional flash of lightning - empty.

He Xuan is not here.

Huge fear and grievance instantly gripped the little guy's heart.

"Woo... Daddy..." The cub pursed his lips and sobbed softly, tears dripping down his face.

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. She climbed down from the crib sobbing, and ran out the door barefoot, stumbling.

She wants to find her daddy!

The door was ajar, and she struggled to pry it open and squeezed out. It was pitch black outside, the corridor was empty, and there was only the howling of the wind and the deafening thunder.

The occasional flash of lightning cast the shadows of the trees in the courtyard into monsters with bared fangs and claws.

The little girl was very scared and hugged the small pillow in her arms tightly. It was her only comfort.

Relying on memory and instinct, Miaomiao moved towards the side hall where He Xuan often stayed. The threshold was a bit high for her, and she clumsily raised her short legs to step over it.

"Boom!"

Her foot tripped over the threshold, she lost her balance and fell heavily on the cold stone floor.

The pillow in his hand also flew out.

The pain came from my knees and palms, burning.

Miaomiao lay on the ground, looking at the pitch-black surroundings and listening to the terrible thunder. All her fear and grievances reached a peak at this moment.

She pursed her lips, tears gathering in her eye sockets, and she was about to burst into tears.

"Why are you crying?"

A familiar and cold voice, with a hint of imperceptible urgency, sounded above my head.

Then, a figure quickly squatted in front of her.

Icy fingers scented with night dew gently brushed across her knees and palms that were hurt from the fall. The burning pain was instantly covered by a cool feeling, which relieved a lot.

Miao looked up blankly, and in the flash of lightning, she saw He Xuan's handsome but pale face. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were filled with worry and... a hint of fear?

How can an old father not worry?

I just went out for a while, why did I end up looking so pitiful?

"Daddy!"

All the fear and grievances found an outlet in an instant. Miaomiao burst into tears, stretched out her little hands to hug He Xuan's neck tightly, buried her little face in his cold neck, and cried and trembled all over, "Wuwaa... Daddy... I'm scared... Lei Lei... It hurts..."

He Xuan felt extremely distressed. He carefully held the little girl who was crying heartbreakingly in his arms, and patted her back with a somewhat awkward but extremely gentle movement.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered soothingly, his voice a little muffled by the thunder, "Daddy is here, don't be afraid, dear."

He picked up Miaomiao, picked up the small pillow on the ground, walked quickly back to the room, and quietly sealed the window with ghost energy to isolate the thunder outside.

The only sounds in the room were Miaomiao's gradually subsiding sobs and He Xuan's low and patient soothing voice.