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

The sound of the conch was driven by the profound divine power, and the sea water around Ao Bing was also slightly rippling, and the place near the coast even felt quite tremors, it was hard to know.

Heads of grotesque shapes protruded from the sea far away, gathered into a vast expanse, all of which are monsters and immortals resident in the seabed, just look at the red-haired god with his long legs bent, leaning slightly on the reef, with red marks on his brows burning hot Jin, his eyes were filled with silence and passion.

The little fairies and monsters who knew the past were all frightened to the point of tearing their livers and gallbladders apart. How dare they keep their shit?

No one dared to go ashore to provoke the evil star.

Those who have good eyes and ears, have heard of the Conferred God War, and know that this person is hostile and withdrawn, and his methods are not humane, will feel even more frightened.

There were a few big monsters who went ashore to find fault, but they couldn't bear the sight of people who begged for love and wished to be heard in the three worlds!

Duh!Who doesn't have a sweetheart these days?

But seeing who came...

The menacing flower-armed monsters looked at each other, bubbling and submerging into the water, and all died down, revealing pairs of copper bell eyes to observe silently.

There is nothing wrong with Prince Nezha, he has always been a presumptuous person, he can't change his stubborn and gloomy temper even after becoming a saint, and he doesn't care about insignificant people.

The prince only cares about the little white dragon at the tip of his heart, if Ao Bing doesn't lose his temper, he can wait for a hundred years if he wants to.

As long as Ao Bing doesn't annoy him.

……

In the Dragon Palace, Ao Bing's heart was in a turmoil, and the ears of the usually calm young man were now pink.

The cub was too sleepy to open his eyes after eating the milk. Hearing the sound of his father's snail sweeping his tail, the cub didn't know the severity, and made his father's white arm red. .

The young dragon bit his father's sleeve with his deciduous teeth and refused to let go, staring at Ao Bing with watery eyes.

The dragon cub is attached to his parents, but he has never seen his father since he was born. If a child in Chentangguan dares to make fun of it on weekdays, she will make the shit out of him, which is quite like Nezha's childhood style.

When Li Jing came to see his granddaughter, he would always tell her anecdotes about her father's childhood, as if the red-haired father had a very happy childhood.

It only made the dragon cub laugh, so how could he not be curious about his biological father?

This Li Jing was vague about the true relationship between her father and her father.

A life-to-death friend, a close friend who is as close as a brother, is absurdly romantic in the bed, and the evil son even made his stomach big.

Listening to it really makes people blush and smack their tongues in shock.

……

Ao Bing in this room had no choice but to frown and moan softly, and circled the dragon cub in his arms.

The sound of the screw is soft and continuous.

Perhaps because of the blood connection, the little boy became more and more unaware. His eyes, which resembled Nezha, were bright and hooked, his dragon horns were tender and chubby, and he was flicking his tail and making a milky cry.

This made Ao Bing a little embarrassed.

Now he thinks of Nezha, he is no longer the boy who kicked shuttlecock at the beach, nor is he the angry boy who pointed a pointed gun at him.

It is a lean and tough figure, with hard abdominal muscles covered with thin sweat, a low aphrodisiac gasp in the ear, and an ambiguous mark of dryness on the bed after the end.

——and the fetal movement in his abdomen when he was pregnant with the child reminded him that the third prince Nezha was no longer a child near Chentang Pass.

It's one thing to be annoyed at him for not knowing how serious it is, and another thing to be afraid of him being strong and insatiable, but there are reasons that are more difficult to face rationally.

The cub turned into a child, grabbed his father's long hair, and looked towards the coast with his big eyes.

The young father couldn't bear to have a child like this, now that he has a child, he put all his heart on the cub, and simply carried the baby to the surface of the sea.

Taking advantage of this time, Ao Bing hung a conch shell for his daughter's neck, and said in a soft voice: "You are also his child after all. Dad can't be selfish. If that's the case, the nature of all things can't be hindered."

"Just spend a few days with him. Although he has a bad temper, he should love you. When Nezha was a child..."

Facing the pure and curious eyes of his daughter, Ao Bing recalled that when he was in heat, he couldn't control himself, but he also shamelessly seduced his only true friend, so he couldn't continue.

A large group of monsters and Xiaoxians had already gathered on the sea, watching the red-haired God of War on the shore ignore them, they gradually became bolder, probed their brains and communicated with each other, grabbed a handful of sea melon seeds and squeaked there.

The sea surface was slightly rippling, and everyone suddenly held their breath and focused.

The Third Prince of the Dragon King has a very handsome temperament, his distant mountain eyebrows are misty, his face is covered with a layer of veil, and his figure is very slender, especially when the jade belt around his waist is pinched dangerously, showing his strong waist.

The sharp-eyed ones immediately noticed that the Dragon King Prince was still holding a nursing cub in his arms, and he had already turned into a human form. He combed his flower buds and was wearing a red pocket. His long hair was messed up.

Seeing this scene, the beautiful and hot banshee felt heartbroken, sometimes dizzy, and even whispered excitedly, with strange expressions on her face.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for something to happen.

The atmosphere was tense and stagnant, but the veiled third prince of the Dragon King, with a flat face, handed the cub in his arms to the tall red-haired prince.

The two of them, one red and one blue, have a perfect understanding, which seems ambiguous to outsiders.

Ao Bing only said a few words, bowed his head and kissed the child's cheek.

Nezha remained silent, Xiu Ren's figure enveloped him, and he said calmly, "How long are you going to run away from the Lord?"

After a pause, Nezha couldn't distinguish his emotions, and finally coaxed softly: "That day... the master said something stupid and hurt you too."

It was his first taste of love, it was a wonderful taste that he had never experienced before, and the other party was Ao Bing, so it was his fault that he would inevitably act rough.

The Conferred Gods Battlefield has been bathed in blood for many years, and I have reflected on everything that should be reflected, but it has always been difficult to speak.

Ao Bing said softly, "Don't say any more."

Prince Nezha looked at him for a moment, his eyes seemed to be burning with an obscure fire, and he stretched out his knuckle hand, about to take off his veil.Ao Bing turned around and simply disappeared into the sea.

"..."

Huntian Ling seemed to have moved slightly, but still stayed where she was.

There seemed to be a sigh of pity on the surface of the sea, and Nezha looked at him indifferently, and was so frightened that his soul was broken. For a while, the entire sea area was empty like hell.

The cub was fine just now, but now that his father left, he pursed his mouth and cried, kicking his short legs and looking for his father.

She only wanted two fathers together, and if she was asked to choose, she would definitely want her father.

Father is fierce, especially now.

Prince Nezha frowned, thinking that he needed to make a long-term plan, so he held his struggling daughter in one hand, and the flames of the Hot Wheels were blazing hot.

Frightened by the heat wave, the nearby sea monster tried harder to retreat underwater, and raised its head again, and the red-haired god disappeared.

There was a sigh of relief on the sea, and they scattered one after another, with leftover sea melon seeds and jellyfish skins floating.

……

All the gods in the heavenly court heard that Prince Nezha temporarily returned to the throne of God, and even snatched his daughter back from the sick and beautiful prince of Dragon Palace.

In short, there are different opinions, and the story has changed.

The most widely circulated theory now is that Prince Nezha and the Dragon Palace have no love at all, just brotherhood.

Long originally had a estrus period, but giving his brother a cub, let it go, this is simply a frank brotherhood!

Even though it was absurd, the messenger's expression was frank and convincing. Most of the gods who believed in him were gods who didn't get along with each other very much.

It's all gossip anyway, how can they believe what other people say, Yuelao has untied the red rope for more than 80 years, and now the circle is very chaotic. Doesn't it all depend on him for such a ridiculous thing to happen to a close friend?

Since Nezha took his daughter back, he has become more silent. He was originally withdrawn and rebellious, and when he looked at others, he was a little evil and indifferent.

Now the subordinates who came to report the news are all trembling, and if something related to the East China Sea is mentioned, the atmosphere will become even more frighteningly stagnant.

The god prince didn't seem to realize it, he just skipped it casually, knocking on the celestial platform unconsciously with his slender knuckles, but others knew he cared.

Only the little cub was well-bred, white and tender, and his bun was fixed with fiery red Huntian silk.

The dragon cub is wearing a red bellyband and has a pair of chubby dragon horns on its head. It sits in front of the Cuiping Mountain Palace all day long and looks around.

Immortals come and go, little dragon cubs have limited mana, and their chubby tails fall out again, sweeping a few times on the green ground, with a childish voice: "Abba, Aba... I want Aba."

I have to yell several times a day.

This suckling cub has only been away from its father for a few days, and it reads a lot.

The Huntian Ling in the girl's hair also fluttered in the wind.