The whole cultivation world wants to rob my son

The sound of the wind whizzed past, and those who still heard it in the cave were terrified. Fuyu Mountain was full of aura, but it was not something ordinary people could enjoy. Not to mention, this sharp wind like a blade was the first hurdle. .

Ye Xingchen's face was stiff, his fingers were trembling, and he wanted to brush away the broken hair on the child's forehead, but he pulled it back before touching the hair.

The child in his arms was sleeping peacefully, his black hair was hanging obediently by his side, and his soft skin seemed to be able to pinch water.

The still immature face is actually seven points similar to him.

His movements were a little big, the little guy didn't sleep well, and he didn't want to wake up, so a pair of chubby little hands hugged his waist even tighter, but he still wanted to sleep regardless.

what on earth is it?

Looking down at the delicate and delicate child in his arms, Ye Xingchen's mind was in a mess. Although he didn't go out in Fuyu Mountain all year round, he still had a few friends who came over occasionally. Could it be that they were joking?

No, it's impossible, it's more difficult to get close to him when he's not awake than when he's awake, not to mention such a young child, even if the master comes, he can't get close.

Even if he wanted to find a Taoist partner for him to have a child, he would definitely not be ignorant.

Ye Xingchen didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and all his indifference disappeared, leaving him at a loss in the face of the unknown situation.

With a stiff body, he forcibly moved the child's arms away from his body, Fuyu Jianzun got off the jade bed with weak hands and feet, leaned on the table and took a deep breath before he finally regained his composure.

He couldn't raise any precautions against this child who suddenly appeared, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if connected by blood, but there was no one else in Fuyu Mountain except him, he...he even had a Taoist companion. No, where did the child come from?

The child who was thrown down suddenly fell from the warm arms onto the icy jade bed, opened his eyes in a daze with his mouth puckered, and water vapor quickly gathered in his pupils, "Father... .”

The black-clothed sword repairman with a stern face took a step back abruptly, listening to the child's soft voice, he remained motionless.

The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other. The child didn't wait for someone to coax him for a long time. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help it, and finally burst into tears.

Ye Xingchen didn't move, just looked at the crying child coldly.

He could see clearly that the child's eyes were not black like those of the human race, but blood-red pupils that were the same as those of the demon race.

The people of the demon clan...

He is already like this now, why should the demons focus on him?

Looking at the small group of children with cold eyes, Jianzun Fuyu clenched his fists tightly, and there was only weak crying in the room for a while.

The child felt extremely wronged, tears kept falling like beads with broken strings, her trembling baby voice was full of crying, as unkind as Ye Xingchen, at this moment she also felt that she had gone too far.

However, these blood-red eyes cannot be faked.

Ye Xingchen hardened his heart, and his expression turned colder when he found that his saber was gone, "Who ordered you to come here?"

The little guy in the bellyband was shivering from the cold on the jade bed, he couldn't understand what the person in front of him was saying, he only knew that Dad pushed him away.

Sitting on the jade bed with tears in his eyes, the little child was sobbing and huddled together, "Daddy...Daddy is so bad..."

It took him so much effort to transform into a human form, he was already so tired, it's too bad that Father is still so fierce!

Can't cry, Dad doesn't like crying children...

But... Dad is too bad, woo woo woo...

Ye Xingchen pursed his lips, and after a long stalemate, he finally confirmed that this was really a child who didn't know anything, and it wasn't some ghosts and ghosts who approached him in disguise.

He's not dead yet, no one dares to put his mind on him, and more importantly, he will feel distressed when he sees this child crying.

The little child was trembling in front of him, and the tears couldn't stop falling down. He couldn't stop crying until he hiccupped, and would only weakly say "Daddy is bad", which made his heart ache. Together.

Forget it, no matter what the child's background is, he'll just keep it.

Ye Xingchen let go of his defenses, squeezed the center of his brows, and then walked to the bed and sat down. He didn't have much time left. Whether this child is a human or a demon is unknown. He will send a letter back to Jianzong later, asking his master to come over. It was the last time I saw him.

As for the kid...

Although she has red eyes, she doesn't have the slightest bit of magic energy in her body, it's probably just an accident.

Fuyu Jianzun, who has always been moody, put the cold child on his lap in a strange manner, hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Be good, don't cry..."

Tears glistened in the eyes of the little guy whose cry had already weakened, and for some reason he cried even harder after hearing the sound.

Ye Xingchen looked at the little baby with a blushing face at a loss, regretting his attitude just now.

His feeling can't be faked, so what's the matter with the bloody eyes, the human race is not without different pupils, it's good now, the little guy can't stop crying, what should he do?

When he was in Jianzong, there was not much difference in age between him and his brothers of the same generation, even if there were young nephews under him, they would not cry in front of him.

Fuyu Jianzong, who had never been in contact with such a young child, was flustered, and his face became even colder.

The little guy didn't make a fuss violently, but whimpered softly and shed tears. The soft voice of a cub broke the heart, which was more distressing than wanton crying.

Ye Xingchen patted the child's back carefully, the soft touch made him dare not use too much force, "Hey, Dad is here, don't cry."

Although his body was cold, the teaching jade bed was still warm. The little guy rubbed against his arms involuntarily, and gradually stopped crying, but he was aggrieved and grabbed his sleeves tightly, "Father is bad... ..."

Ye Xingchen didn't speak, but hugged the child even tighter.

Suddenly, the demon energy that had just calmed down in his body once again swept through his limbs and bones, Ye Xingchen let out a muffled snort, and there were traces of blood on the corners of his lips.

Turbulent killing intent poured out from the Lingtai, the little baby in his arms who had just stopped crying didn't understand anything, Ye Xingchen gritted his teeth, put the baby on the bed and was about to leave.

This is just a little doll who doesn't know anything, Ye Xingchen, you are a human, not a demon!

Surrounded by demonic energy, Ye Xingchen staggered to go out, but a pair of small hands grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The devilish energy hovering in the room was attracted and lingered around the little guy, as if he saw something delicious, the little guy tapped the black mist in the air with his other hand, and then ate it in one bite.

The deep-rooted devilish energy in the dantian came out one by one, and was swallowed by the tender baby. When Ye Xingchen came to his senses, the devilish energy that had been raging in his body for 200 years was gone, and it was all eaten by the baby in his arms. eaten.

Fuyu Jianzun, who hadn't figured out the origin of the little doll, had a sudden change of face, and the cool aura with his fingertips entered the little body along the fleshy arms, and he breathed a sigh of relief after walking carefully.

The devilish energy that had troubled him for a long time did not leave any traces.

With pink fists holding the neckline, he staggered and stood on Ye Xingchen's thighs. The satisfied little baby burped with a milky taste, blinked his big moist eyes twice, and then revealed a big smile. smile, "Daddy~"

Those dark and ugly things that would make Dad uncomfortable have been wiped out by him, if you want to kiss, hug, and boast!

Hearing the name of a child again, Ye Xingchen didn't check the situation in his body, but just stared at the sword-shaped scar on the little baby's forehead.

The natal sword on the jade bed disappeared, but there was a doll that he couldn't help holding in his arms and pampering him. The feeling of being connected by blood, and the red eyes, which were like demons, absorbed all the demonic energy in his body …

The truth is unbelievable, but you have to believe it.

Ye Xingchen looked at the little baby's bright eyes, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and the ice and snow in the room instantly melted, "Liu Yuan?"

The little doll, who didn't understand anything, tilted her head, grinned when she heard the familiar name, and then drool happily.

Ye Xingchen smiled, not caring about the child's presumptuousness, just gently pinched his face and said softly, "Naughty."

The eternal ice and snow suddenly blew a little breeze, and the sound of clanging swords resounded from the depths of the soul, and the little doll smiled happily as she rubbed her cool fingers.

Fuyu Jianzun's natal sword is forged from black iron in an extremely cold place. On the day it was formed, dark thunder fell from the sky, turning the sky and earth pale, and it was tempered by nine days of thunder and fire for ninety-nine and eighty-one days before it was released to the world.

The name of the sword - Liu Yuan.