【Lotus Cake】After the wife secretly gave birth to a child

Ao Bing flew all the way with Long'er in his mouth, and seeing the cub was frightened, no matter how gentle his nature was, he would inevitably get angry from it, but he felt a little guilty in his anger, and rushed thousands of miles away without explaining it.

However, the red-haired man behind him was even faster, and Huntian Ling blocked the way in an instant, and the wind in his ears seemed to be torn apart.

The white dragon with a slight tinge of ice blue erected its reverse scales, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-red ribbon with a murderous coldness easily bound Ao Bing for a moment.

He couldn't move, but stubbornly refused to speak.

One god and one dragon confronted each other, and Ao Bing opened his round long eyes, as if that man pointed a pointed gun at his eyes many years ago.

But at this time, it has nothing to do with the fate of the duel, but has something to do with the dragon cub he gave birth to for the opponent.

The deep and hoarse voice of the red-haired young man came from above: "What are you hiding? We haven't seen each other for a few years, and we're married, huh?"

The little dragon caught by his father screamed in horror, the scales on his tail stretched straight, he turned his head helplessly to look at his red-haired father and father who had never met before, hanging himself like a copper bell without blinking his eyes.

However, after ten years of conferring the gods, Prince Nezha has become calmer and sharper. Although the hostility and arrogance of his youth are still there, he no longer shows them.

Huntian Ling is a decisive weapon for killing, stained with the blood of countless sectarians, killing everything that stands in the way.

At this moment, it is only gentle and unquestionable, enveloping a little white dragon who is uncertain.

The end of the red-haired man's eyes slowly raised, and with hostility, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the curled up dragon cub.

Ao Bing took two deep breaths, turned away from the dragon's head, and said with annoyance in his usually gentle voice, "My child was frightened by you, most of the three souls and seven souls have died!"

"The third prince is so majestic now, he only thinks of me as..."

He couldn't continue, the little dragon cub wailed twice, poked its tail up and looked at the red-haired father expectantly and aggrieved.

This is really speechless, the young dragon bit his father's tail with his deciduous teeth in anxiety.

The cub is the child of the magic bead and the spirit bead, with strong roots and bones, and the place injured by She Yuan has healed in just a cup of tea.

But Xiaolong is still at an early age, and his heart is still innocent.

When the first red-haired man tortured the villain She Yuan, he was careless and indifferent. He was rebellious and violent, and he did not hide his decisive methods.

If it is seen by the cubs, it will naturally be very frightened, and it will be sluggish in the shape of a dragon.

If the dragon cub's eyes are like Nezha, burning with fire, his heroic spirit is rebellious, but his eyebrows are like Ao Bing.

The little cub flicked his tail softly, no matter how he looked at it, he looked meek and aggrieved, which made people reluctant to blame him.

Nezha met Xiaolong's big eyes indifferently with downcast eyes, and felt a slight twitch in his heart.

He already had a keen intuition, his eyes were fixed on Ao Bing, the flames of Hot Wheels rose higher, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Whose son is this? Is it you... the master's son?"

……

The quarrel in the early morning of that day, the coldness after the estrus period, pretended nothing happened.

In fact, the bed was full of filth, no matter how serious and gentle Ao Bing was, he was roughed up by him for a long time, his eyes were dull, his legs were twitching and he couldn't speak, his lips were full of body fluid that he didn't have time to wipe off .

Huntianling overlapped and blindfolded Prince Longgong's misty and wronged eyes, and a deep and hoarse voice sounded in Ao Bing's ear: "If it's not the master, it must be someone else, your body is like this, but I'm at least your only friend, huh? The master will take care of you and won't let you be wronged again."

Ao Bing paused for a long time, and finally couldn't speak: "The only friend, do that kind of thing with me, with me..."

Nezha laughed back, "Didn't you go back on your word?"

Ao Bing bit his lip and remained silent, struggling to get up.

Prince Nezha's natural hostility was rampant, and Hun Tianling wandered past the intimate place last night, causing Ao Bing to tremble unspeakably.

The person who was blindfolded by Huntian Ling heard Nezha say indifferently in his ear: "You were so enthusiastic last night, and you were covered in pink, I beg you to fuck me well—"

God of War pulled the corners of his lips without a smile, pinched Ao Bing's jaw, and said in a seldom gentle way: "When you run out of men, you want to be friends. There are still such innocent good things in the world."

Ao Binglong's horns were slightly exposed, and he blurted out angrily and said sharply: "You——shut up."

It was the eve before Nezha went to the Battle of the Conferred Gods, but they broke up due to an unhappiness. The two broke up in anger, one with a cold, arrogant and sensitive temperament, and the other with bitterness.

After Ao Bing gave birth to the Dragon Girl, he once said to Li Tianwang: "He is very smart, I can't hide it from him, but our friendship is deep, and it is also a friendship that has lived and died together. I really..."

He was gentle and silent, lowered his face, and stopped speaking.

Li Jing understands that young people's affairs should be handled by themselves.

When Nezha was young, he disciplined him severely, but now he doesn't want to force him any more.

Even if it is not announced to the outside world, there are many gods in the three realms who can be pinched and counted. The dragon cubs are transformed into human forms, and they are so similar to Prince Nezha who is fighting for the gods.

——Li Tianwang often went in and out of the Dragon Palace, not to mention that Ao Bing also looked weak after giving birth. Combined with the characteristics of the dragon clan, this matter seemed to be a well-known secret.

Those gods who are used to being comfortable, who wouldn't want to see the always conceited and unruly third prince beg for mercy in astonishment?

……

He was sanctified physically, ranked among the gods, and kept burning incense in folk temples. He only needs to close his eyes to get a rough idea of ​​immortality. Just now he saw Ao Bing fainted.

Now that he was concentrating on the calculations, he already knew what he was doing in astonishment.

If it's someone else's dragon cub, he has nothing to do with seeing any bloody scenes.

Prince Nezha only saves people, and has no interest in caring for anyone's soul.

But the prince, who was invincible in the Conferred Gods Battlefield, rarely regretted it at this moment.

This kid is so big, Xu Lian hasn't weaned his milk, so he must have been frightened by his father just now.

Awwow, yelling for grievances, he hovered around Yiyi and refused to leave, fearing that he recognized his father.

The third prince of the God of War was cold and bitter, his heart turned into warm water, and the blood-red Huntian Ling suddenly loosened, and Ao Bing, freed from the bondage, immediately swam away with his cub in his mouth.

Just a blink of an eye, an instant.

Faster than a halo falling from the clouds, the ice blue dragon is as fast as a hot wheel.

The red-haired man watched his little Lingzhu go away, frowned silently and laughed, but did not press any further.

……

As soon as he returned to the Dragon Palace, Dad didn't say a word, but gave the dragon cub some fairy herb medicine, mixed with some fairy deer's milk to dilute it, before he dared to give it to the young dragon.

The cubs are born innocent, and compared to the slow-growing dragons and gods, the young dragons are still suckling at this age.

Only the dragon has a special nature, because the person who gave birth to her is Abba, she has been weaned since she was born.

If the father of the Panglong family had a child, his body would be weak and unbearable, and another father must be looking for celestial grass and fairy treasures to raise the offspring.

It's no wonder that Dad is a little weak.

Xiaolong was protected by his father like a treasure. Where did he experience today's cruelty and bloodshed, he returned to the Dragon Palace sickly, turned into a dragon shape and soaked in the pool, flicking his tail.

Ao Bing's heart ached, seeing the little dragon he had conceived and gave birth to so sluggish, how could the father and son not feel uncomfortable, he couldn't help turning into a dragon shape and licking the calf again and again.

She was still scared by her own father!

Conquering the gods is so majestic, who doesn't respect the prince of the gods?

I am unclear in bed with my friends!

He doesn't care about his own cubs at all!

The little dragon cub slapped the water surface with its tail, and raised its head to yelp, as if it heard a distant sound.

It was the buzzing sound of conch shells, driven by people's profound divine power, probably all the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the Dragon Palace under the sea could have sensed it.

If it is further away, I am afraid that the Dragon King of the West Sea can hear it clearly.

Everyone in the sea knows the tradition of courtship with the sound of snails.

After the man was sanctified and became a god, his methods were precise, which was forcing him to take the initiative to meet.

If not, the entire East and West Seas must listen to this voice.

The third prince of the god of war is shameless, and the prince of Longgong still wants face.

Ao Bing was ashamed and annoyed like a mess, feeling out of his mind, pretending he hadn't heard, blocked Long's ear and continued to take care of the child.

Only half an hour later, I saw the Dragon King poking his head from the entrance of the palace, swallowing his saliva cautiously, trembling, and said with difficulty: "Long Er, you have a good idea of ​​your own marriage, you must see your biological father, don't you?" All the troubles in the three worlds say that I don't show affection in the East China Sea Dragon Palace..."

There are still a few words that the Dragon King has considered.

Prince Nezha is no longer the withdrawn boy he used to be. Now he has given Dragon Palace enough face and lowered his posture so that he doesn't forcefully barge in to snatch his wife.