Warm my heart

He recruited fifteen disciples and prepared to announce Zi Xi's arrival.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn. The disciples stopped their practice and gathered respectfully in front of the master.

Everyone looked at the little fox in Mo Yuan's arms, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

They soon found out that this little fox would become their new junior sister.

Zi Xi felt the gazes of the disciples around him, feeling a little nervous, but more of anticipation.

She knew that from this moment on, she would truly begin her own path of cultivation. She would no longer be the neglected concubine's daughter, but Zixi, the disciple of Mo Yuan, the Supreme God of Kunlun Xu.

"From today on, Zixi is your junior sister. You must take good care of her."

"Yes, Master." Fourteen voices rang out in unison.

Since then, Mo Yuan has been practicing with Zi Xi every day.

Maybe it’s Zixi’s seriousness.

It might be Mo Yuan’s dragon energy.

Zi Xi transformed after two years.

Because Zixi had not yet transformed and was still young, he was always kept by his side, eating and sleeping with him.

He brought his ninth disciple here in the same way when he was young, and only gave him to Diefeng when he was able to transform.

That day, Mo Yuan took Zi Xi to sleep as usual.

Mo Yuan has always been calm and composed. Even when facing the biggest waves, his expression is always calm.

But early this morning, when he woke up as usual, he found a naked little child in his arms.

This child has round cheeks and delicate skin. He is the little fox Zixi before he transformed. Now he has successfully transformed into a human.

Mo Yuan frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised. After all, the child transformed so quickly, much earlier than he expected.

He didn't say much. He reached out and took off a piece of dragon scale from his body. It instantly turned into an ink-black base layer and was draped over Zixi.

This piece of clothing not only fits the body size, but also has powerful defensive functions. It can automatically adjust its size to adapt to Zixi's body shape.

Zi Xi felt a warmth enveloping her in a daze. She opened her eyes and saw the ink-colored clothes she was wearing. She looked up at Mo Yuan, her eyes full of dependence and gratitude.

Mo Yuan looked at Zi Xi and felt a hint of warmth in his heart.

Although he had never planned to accept a female disciple, at this moment, he felt that this child might be a gift from God to him.

Zixi woke up in the morning and suddenly found that she could make human sounds. Little baby voices came out of her mouth. She was so surprised that she was like a little excited bird.

Her voice was full of excitement: "Good morning, Master!" She originally thought that she would make a fox-like howling sound, but this time, she actually called out clear words.

This surprised Zi Xi even more. She quickly covered her mouth with her little hands, her eyes wide open, and then suddenly looked up at Mo Yuan: "Ah, Master, Master, have I changed my form?" Her baby voice was full of excitement and excitement, and her voice was like little bubbles leaping in the air.

Mo Yuan looked at her gently, with a rare softness in his eyes: "Well, Little Sixteen has transformed." He smiled and nodded, his eyes full of recognition and doting for her.

He was fully aware of Zixi's efforts and noticed every progress she made.

When Zi Xi heard Mo Yuan's affirmation, her heart was filled with joy.

Her big eyes sparkled, and her little face was full of pride: "Master, Master, is Little Sixteen pretty?"

Little Zixi loves beauty very much now. The first thing he does after transforming is to know whether he looks good in human form.

Mo Yuan looked at her expectant expression, and his heart couldn't help but warm. He gently touched her head, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Well, my little Sixteen is the most beautiful and the cutest."

When Zixi heard this, a sweet smile appeared on her face and her little cheeks flushed slightly. She rubbed herself happily in Mo Yuan's arms, her heart full of joy and happiness.

For her, receiving praise and recognition from her master is the happiest thing.

"Really?" Zi Xi smiled happily like a little sun. That silly smile bloomed from her cute little face, making people laugh involuntarily.

Her grape-sized eyes blinked at Mo Yuan, revealing an innocent purity that softened people's hearts.

Mo Yuan couldn't help but smile at her expression. He conjured up a water mirror and placed it in front of her: "Take a look for yourself."

Zixi approached the water mirror and saw the little girl in it. She covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Wow, who is this cute little girl?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed happily again, "It's me, hehe, I'm so cute!"

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched her cute little face, her face full of pride and satisfaction.

Mo Yuan looked at Zixi's soft little face, and his hands began to itch. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the chubby little cheeks.

Zixi's little face was slightly deformed under his fingertips, like a soft little ball, which made him addicted to pinching it.

Although Zixi thought it was fun at first, after being pinched for a long time, he finally couldn't help but grumble softly: "Master, my face hurts."

She frowned and pouted her little mouth like a bun, complaining with a hint of grievance.

Seeing her pitiful yet cute look, Mo Yuan withdrew his hand awkwardly, but he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.

Zixi rubbed her face and asked dissatisfiedly, "Master, is it easy to pinch?"

Mo Yuan looked down at her with a smile in his eyes. His hands behind his back moved slightly, as if he was still savoring the soft touch. He replied lightly, "Yeah, it's okay."

After hearing this, Zi Xi complained, but in her heart she actually felt that her master loved her.

Although she pouted in dissatisfaction, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. After all, her master praised her for being cute, and she was extremely happy.

"Hmph, okay?" Zixi pouted, turned her little face away, and said in a feigned anger, "Then don't touch my cute little face anymore."

As she spoke, she turned away forcefully to show her "firm attitude".

Mo Yuan's lips curled up slightly after hearing this, but he didn't insist any further. Instead, he said softly, "Okay, let's go to morning class."

He turned and walked towards the door, his steps steady and light, but he staggered slightly when he stepped over the threshold, as if affected by Zi Xi's lovely aura.

When Zixi saw Mo Yuan walk out of the door, she immediately thought of something and hurriedly called out, "Master, Master, I don't know how to comb my hair!"

Her eyes rolled around, and as soon as she thought of something, she ran straight to Mo Yuan and hugged his robe.

In the distance, fifteen handsome young men were doing morning exercises in front of the mountain gate, their swords flashing and their movements clean and neat.

Inside the hall, their usually dignified and stern master was bending over to comb the hair of a three-year-old baby.