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

Behind Nezha is the youngest son who follows panting.

Li Zhi didn't even have the strength to breathe.

As a little dragon, since he was born, he has never been out of breath because of flying too fast!

He is the youngest son of Nezha and Ao Bing, although he has been raised innocently, but seeing this thunder calamity now, how can he not understand why his sister pushed him away, his eyes are tearing apart, and the roots of dragon hair stand on end , quickly arched the dragon body upside down, and when it bounced up, it was about to protect Abba in the middle of the lake with his scaly body.

But Hun Tianling, who didn't want to be overwhelmed by her father, instantly blocked her way forward.

Nezha looked expressionlessly at the thunderclouds in the sky that swelled to the point of bursting.

Behind him came the whimpering and roaring of the youngest son, struggling madly with all the strength of milk in his body, and the round teardrops soaked through Huntianling.

He frowned slightly.

With a slight movement, Huntian Ling sealed Li Zhi's mouth firmly.

Nezha said coldly, "Noisy."

Li Zhi's eyes widened unwillingly: "—Woooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

Nezha sneered and said, "Are you going to scold again?"

He has been extremely impetuous since he was young, it is useless to tell him to reason with his own young son.

Not to mention that this is the time when it matters.

Nezha looked down at the sleeping man in the middle of the lake.

Unwillingly, Heavenly Tribulation condensed again, rolling and shining brightly, this time it was doubly fierce, chopping down from the nine heavens!

……

Ao Bing was in a chaotic illusion, and as the stars moved, his thoughts turned like electricity, and before he could react, he was in the lush forest.

The surface of the water is as clean as a mirror, and the broken gold is scattered, shining brightly.

The dragon youth looked at the scenery blankly, bent over and half knelt by the water, his long silver-blue hair fell down, reflecting a familiar and unfamiliar face.

That was Ao Bing in his youth, less tired and sad than a thousand years later, his cheeks still had some round baby fat, and his eyes were clear and innocent.

Never conceived a child.

Did not betray the whole family to the heavens.

——Not to mention fate.

The shoulder was slapped fiercely, and Ao Bing turned his head tremblingly. Years of war had made him extremely sharp, and sharp black ice condensed on his palm at the same time.

Xiaolong slightly opened his eyes wide in bewilderment.

The tall slender young man crossed his arms, the circles of heaven and earth on his wrists were twirling with light, he tilted his head and said with a cold sneer: "If you say a few words, you will lose your temper, and you dare to mess with me here! You damn dare not refute the old Dragon King, With a few scumbag elders of the Dragon Clan domineering, you are relying on your mother—”

Ao Bing's eyes were watery and red, and he drooped his horns and said nothing.

Nezha paused, then frowned impatiently and said, "I've been wronged again. I'm used to you."

"My lord knows it. I can't say no to you, the youngest of the Dragon Clan, in front of you..."

This little dragon was beaten with a stick a few times on weekdays and kept silent, mocking him and bowing his head as if swallowing lukewarm water, his Buddha-nature was so deadly.

Now Xiaolong's expression is innocent and blank, his eyes are red, but he stares at him unblinkingly, his cheeks are slightly plump and fair.

Nezha felt itchy, raised his hand, put it down, smiled and coaxed him in a low voice: "Hey, why are you crying, don't cry!"

"I won't say anything about the old Dragon King in the future, I'm used to being cheap..."

Nezha's appearance was not much different from his adult appearance when he was a teenager.

Because he is a protoss, he was actually finalized very early. The only difference is that he is more mature and calm after experiencing the killings and power schemes of the heavens, and he doesn't make people feel like a young man.

——The current Nezha is still the original appearance in the distant memory.

Ao Binghuer rested his forehead on Nezha's shoulder, inhaled slowly, and calmed down the turbulent undercurrent in his heart.

He is used to restraining all emotions in his heart, but this posture seems docile and dependent.

Nezha was embarrassed and stiff for a long while, and stroked his knuckles along Ao Bing's long hair, and the sharp edges of his fingers seemed to touch the dragon's horn by accident, Ao Bing took a step back gasping in shock, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Nezha coaxed him restlessly, "Didn't we already..."

Ao Bing took a deep breath and said softly, "Shut up."

After saying that, he took three steps back, turned around and disappeared, leaving only the blue sky and the waves of the sea.

Nezha stared straight at the direction in which he was leaving, and smoothed his stiff hair irritably, revealing the boy's violent temper.

He still can't control his temper, too impatient.

……

Ao Bing went back to Dragon Palace.

When he led the dragon clan to rebel against the Heavenly Court, he left in a hurry and resolutely, and even forced himself to stop thinking about the dragon clan's homeland for thousands of years.

I didn't expect to come back in this world again.

The father looked younger, with less deep-rooted depression between his brows, and he walked with windy steps, and showed him the rare treasures tributed in remote sea areas, holding the exquisite ornaments made by the human race.

Ao Bing intends to inquire about the affairs of heaven, trying to find out all the causes and effects.

——I didn't think about it, but I discovered something strange.

In this world, the Heavenly Court does not embarrass the Dragon Clan, and the four seas are brothers.

The human race and the god race regard the monster race as the same.

It's like a man-made dream, harmonious but real.

The Dragon King looked at him inexplicably, stroked his long beard, frowned and muttered: "My son is about to return to the palace, why do you think about this? The Dragon King of the Four Seas and the elders are coordinating in the dragon clan's major affairs, not to mention that now that the world is in peace, even if you say these words No matter how tactful it must be, it must be hidden in the belly!"

For a moment, Ao Bing's head was wrapped in miscellaneous threads, he looked at his father, and lowered his head again.

The Dragon King just waved his hands and laughed, and sighed: "You child, you always keep everything in your stomach! After all, I don't expect you to have a big future, and I will let you take care of the East China Sea in the future. These shrimp soldiers and crabs will all the people in the sea Don’t you all look forward to peace and happiness in the world?”

He looked at Ao Bing kindly, and finally threw out the purpose of the conversation: "Father sees that you are at the right age, it is a good thing to start a family earlier..."

"At that time, you will have a successor, so that the power in our Ao family's hands will be more secure, and the seat will be able to sit firmly in Changlong..."

The father babbled, and Ao Bing was so surprised that he couldn't say a word.

He forgot that if the world is so peaceful, then the Dragon Clan will not be so united, the struggle will never end, and the father is not willing to give in.

The conversation was not pleasant, so Ao Bing went back to the bedroom and just meditated and rested.

Unexpectedly, when one wakes up, the entire gorgeous bedroom is noisy, and there are singing and dancing outside, and suddenly there is the sound of chime bells beating.

He covered his forehead and closed his eyes, breathing in silently.

The servant, the turtle, invited him out, and he was caught off guard when he saw that the hall was full of young women, goddesses, witches, women, and noble ladies everywhere, and most of them were from the sea tribe, all of whom were laughing and holding bronze bottles, looking at him faintly from the corner of the eye .

This sleeping hall is actually all females, the Dragon King's desire to make him choose a mate is so strong.

The title of Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan is not a given. Most women never thought that Ao Bing could be so... outstanding.

Ao Bing was tall and slender, with a thin and tough waistline, handsome eyebrows and fluttering sleeves, and his skin was as cold as porcelain.

His eyes are very peaceful, as if he has experienced many things and understood too many bitterness that others don't know, so he has become calm and gentle.

"Bang" crisp sound!

I don't know who broke the porcelain cup, and everyone woke up from the bewilderment, but the silence continued.

Ao Bing looked up, but saw a woman in red standing there with her arms folded and her face indifferent.

She was the only one who stood out from the crowd, because she was too tall, a head taller than normal women, with a thin and bony body, with long black nails, carelessly scratching the gold bracelet on her wrist.

It's not ugly, but it gives people a huge sense of oppression. No matter how strong a man stands in front of her, he looks extremely weak.

Her voice was hoarse and neutral, and she tilted her head impatiently: "What are you looking at me for!? Look at the pinched eyeballs."

All the girls could barely look away, and some of them were a little bit flushed and shy, and I don't know why.

Ao Bing frowned, looked at him fixedly, then shook his head and said, "You...why are you here?"

The woman in red wore a thorny golden red silk around her arms, folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, and said casually: "I still want to ask you, is the old Dragon King too busy? He does all kinds of shit, why doesn't he just get out of here? Pimp, be his mother's Dragon King? Huh?"

Ao Bing's lips trembled, and he found that there was no way to correct it. These two sentences were full of sarcasm and dirty words.

He closed his eyes and said nothing, slowly clenched his fists, turned around and stopped messing around.

The woman grabbed his wrist with a terrific arrogance, the gold bracelet on her wrist trembled, and her eyes were bloodshot: "What?"

She was condescending, her sharp black fingertips gently caressed Ao Bing's face, her voice was numb to the bone, and the ending rose: "The third prince of the Dragon Palace, the man just doesn't remember when he is asleep, and he is thrown aside like garbage, huh?"

The audience was completely silent, Ao Bing opened his eyes wide, and really couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Even if it was true, he didn't intend to take it seriously.

The extremely tall woman turned her head and kissed him fiercely, tossing and grinding, biting, with violence and paranoia, she didn't care about the people around her at all, she pressed him against the gorgeous wall, licked and bitten him bright red Lips, grinning evilly, and the slanted eyes tightly catching his.

Ao Bing suddenly pushed her away from the confinement, his face was red and his eyes were moist, but he said coldly: "Third Prince, respect yourself."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked, and Yingying and Yanyan all exclaimed.

The woman smiled loudly, and instantly changed into the appearance of a young man, holding smooth arms, with sharply raised eyes, smiling or not, her aura is so condescending.

The women in the palace were also looking at "her", dumbfounded and clutching their chests.

Ao Bing was expressionless, and his ice-white face was unmoved.

Nezha said coldly: "I promised you that tomorrow I will propose marriage to the Dragon King, marry you, and guard you for the rest of my life. But why do you go back on your word!"

Prince Nezha's eyes turned blood red, and half of his cheeks were covered with magic lines: "You said you like Penglai Wonderland, so I went to buy a house, with lotus ponds, snow-capped mountains, and misty pine forests... I planned everything for you, now you But you want to find a woman to marry, do you really have the heart? Huh?"

Ao Bing was suddenly relieved, and said gently but decisively: "It's impossible for us."

He continued calmly, "You may not believe it, but I already have my lover."

Nezha's eyes were so red that he took two steps forward, but Ao Bing turned into a silver-blue dragon and slithered away from the water.

……

As a dragon, Ao Bing was so fast in the sea that Nezha could no longer find him in a blink of an eye.

Ao Bing disappeared.

This is a very scary thing.

The prince of a clan, even in a peaceful age, still shoulders the heavy responsibility of this thriving race, not to mention that he has to be filial to his father and master... He needs to find a woman to marry, to continue the blood of the race, and in the future to throw his head and blood for the heavens, to continue Winning dog and horse credit for the Dragon Clan, you can't take a breath until you're old and slumped.

But Ao Bing suddenly disappeared, as if the world had evaporated, no matter whether it was a close friend who had an ambiguous relationship and had sex in bed, or his father, master and fellow disciples - he had never seen him.

In the next thousand years, Ao Bing turned into a human race, and served as a teacher in the royal capital, following the prosperity and change of dynasties, drifting with the tide, living a life of poverty and introspection.

There is a vicissitudes of voice, always echoing in his ears to persuade: "Is this world bad? You don't like peace in the world? You don't like your lover is still alive?"

"...you don't want everything to be peaceful? Why run away from him?"

The voice became hasty and sharp again, almost roaring: "This is the most suitable body for you! If you don't appreciate it and don't follow the heavenly chart, stay here, your soul will be gone sooner or later! Even the chance of reincarnation is gone. No!"

Ao Bing was silent for a while, then said: "Then let's go."

The instinct of living beings is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Of course Ao Bing likes that kind of world, but he doesn't belong here.

No matter how many catastrophes and hardships he has experienced, he is very innocent and simple in his bones.

His husband was in another world, and they fell into the endless void for him. They raised a pair of children, and the two children were immature and lovely.

That is his home.

No matter how good Nezha in this world is, it only belongs to another Ao Bing.

If he can't go back, and he can't occupy those happiness with peace of mind, it doesn't belong to him in the first place.

It was as simple as he thought, but the world was complicated and unpredictable.

Nezha in this world has become a demon.

……

Having been unable to find a lover for hundreds of years, she was almost insane.

Before Ao Bing left, he thought about those few words day and night, almost burning his heart into coke, and suppressed it for hundreds of years, after all, he couldn't restrain the violence and possessiveness in his nature.

He didn't know if his little Lingzhu was doing well?

Have you ever been bullied?

Will you secretly hide from grievances when you are sad, and what should you do when you are lonely?

...Have you ever thought about him in these hundreds of years?

They had a romantic night, and perhaps made a promise for life, but Ao Bing suddenly left behind his decisive words and disappeared.

And every millennium in each big world will have a catastrophe. This world is controlled by external forces, and it has been peaceful for too long, and Nezha has become the only variable.

A man who is obsessed and paranoid because of love.

He became a real devil, but he didn't slaughter innocent beings, he just went crazy looking for his own white moonlight.

The incident that happened in Dragon Palace finally spread.

Everyone now knows that the missing third prince of the Dragon Clan doesn't love him, and when he runs out of men, he discards him like a pair of shoes and condescendingly throws him away like trash.

The ice beauty of the Dragon Clan said in public that she had another lover, and flatly rejected Nezha's affection, and put a big green hat on him.

But Nezha's love for him is like cutting off the water with a knife. For hundreds of years, he has been trapped by love, paranoid, and his power has soared while being extremely decadent and indifferent.

His eyes were bloodshot and bloodthirsty, and he thought casually every day that if Ao Bing had another lover, he would kill that man and dismember him.

——Take Ao Bing back to his own territory like a strong beast, fuck him ten or eight times a day, and if he is familiar with it, he will be honest, and he will never dare to leave him to see other wild men.

But day by day, Ao Bing never appeared in his life.

……

Until one day thousands of years later, ice and snow fell between the sky and the earth, squeezing each other and falling one after another.

Nezha lay expressionless in the snow, the chains piercing through his shoulder blades, with dried and blackened blood.

He tied it up himself to prevent innocent people from being slaughtered when he went mad. Li Jing and Mrs. Yin couldn't beg for it. After all, they could only watch everything about him from a distance, disappointed and helpless.

Nezha opened his eyes, loosely stretched his long arms, snowflakes fell into the demonized pupils, and dissipated like tears.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the young man in white with wide sleeves approached him step by step, with a familiar and gentle smell on his body.

Nezha moved his eyelids, his black sharp nails trembled, but he was indifferent and repulsive, and the raging magma was about to burst out, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Ao Bing finally knelt down and wiped the snow between his brows for him.

His silver-blue long hair fell down, and he lowered his eyes and said: "I am Ao Bing from another great world. I have occupied his body for so many years. I am sorry. I will return him to you soon."

Nezha held him tightly, with violence hidden in the depths of his pupils, as if looking at a dead person.

The atmosphere was strangely stalemate, swords were on the verge of breaking out, but cautious and ambiguous.

But the prince of the dragon clan said calmly: "My soul is dying naturally, and I did not follow Hongjun's wishes to marry you and stay in this world, so I will be punished by the dissipation of my soul."

Nezha finally said hoarsely: "Give me back my Lingzhu."

Ao Bing wanted to speak, but he held his chest and spurted blood, which fell into the snow like red plums.

His face was like a famous painting, sad and mature.

——Although not his Ao Bing.

Nezha stepped forward to support him stiffly, then let go suddenly, with a well-disguised eagerness in his eyes, and a frown between his brows.

Ao Bing looked at him, weakly and softly said: "Cherish this world, cherish your mother, you are luckier than my Nezha."

"They all live such a happy life, don't do stupid things in the future."

Nezha looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked, "...how about him?"

Although he didn't specify it, Ao Bing understood it.

"My Nezha went away, fell into the void, and never came back."

His tone was even restrained and gentle, but Nezha could tell that it was vicissitudes and helplessness.

Ao Bing said calmly and gently: "I will wait for him until the last trace of soul dissipates."

Nezha's magic breath slowly converged and stabilized, watching the soul from another world under the familiar body.

He suddenly tightened his voice and said, "He must be waiting for you too."

If that Nezha died, became disabled, and dissipated in the world, even if there was a trace of his true soul left, he would struggle to return to his spirit bead.

They are all Nezha, how could he not know.

Ao Bing looked at the familiar face, closed his eyes in the ice and snow, and said softly: "Well, I know."

……

Ao Bing felt the passing of his soul, and he thought it was good.

There are different Ao Bing and Nezha in every great world. Some are mortal enemies, some meet each other, end up strangers in parallel, or fall in love with each other until they grow old together.

He is the unfortunate one, but he is also grateful for the unfair fate.

……

When he became conscious again, his face immediately became moist, as if it was raining, and there was rolling thunder in his ears. Ao Bing wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

It seemed that someone was hugging him, his body was supported by strong arms, his clothes fluttered with the wind and rain, and the deafening sound of thunder reverberated, his body was wrapped and protected, and he was not hurt at all.

The man kissed his ear, lovingly and tenderly: "I'm back, look at me."

"—I came back to this world for you."

The young man's voice was hoarse and extremely soft: "Don't go, open your eyes and look at me."

The sky thunder was brewing in the dense clouds, and it struck down with a bang, unwilling to be lonely!

Nezha didn't even turn his head, the golden red divine power spread down like a dome, but the fierce thunder disappeared.

Lightning illuminated Ao Bing's snow-white face in an instant.

The dragon beauty who had been sleeping for thousands of years finally opened her eyes, sleepy and confused but very gentle.

Nezha tremblingly kissed his forehead, like kissing a rare treasure: "...my little Lingzhu, you are so good, you are so good, you haven't forgotten me, you haven't forgotten our child..."

The final blow was struck by heavy lightning, and big raindrops splashed, but Nezha just gently brushed his wet hair from his temples.

Ao Bing stroked his cheek wearily, and said softly, "I'm having a nightmare again."

He curled up and leaned into Nezha's arms: "...But, it was a sweet dream after all."

The dark sky was penetrated by sunlight, and the earth gradually recovered.

Li Zhi wanted to pounce on his father and groan, but was dragged away by his sister who grabbed his ear.

Nezha hugged him and knelt by the lotus pond, lowered his head and kissed slowly, passionately.

Ao Bing fell into a deep sleep for thousands of years, couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality at all, and pushed the god down, panting and swallowing kisses.

The immortals of Jiejiao were stunned and covered the child's eyes.

Nezha smiled indulgently, put his arms around his waist and rubbed it, and said hoarsely, "Slow down...slow down, your body can't take it."

Ao Bing reached out to hide his Huntian silk and fire-pointed spear, but Nezha half-coaxed, kissed slowly, and gave it to him like coaxing his ancestors.

Ao Bing took advantage of the opportunity to hide the ancient artifact. He wanted to hide it under the white belly of the dragon body so that no one would snatch it away.

Nezha was helpless and distressed, and asked him with a hug: "Why did you take my things away? Huh?"

Ao Bing looked at him blankly, covered his head for a long time as if he was hungover, and said innocently and stubbornly: "This way you won't leave... stay with me in the dream."

Nezha fell silent, stopped his movements, and finally hugged him and promised, "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

The breeze passes through the four seas, over the mountains, and dances with the sunshine.

He hugged the sleeping Ao Bing and set off the Hot Wheels, and suddenly remembered that many, many years ago, this little dragon had no hesitation, stubbornly and innocently protected him from thunder, and lived and died with him.

At that time, he had not fallen in love with Ao Bing, and asked him if he was stupid.

A young man doesn't know how to love and hate, he would rather be smashed to pieces than others to be burdened by him.

Later, I found that the most stupid person was myself.

He and Ao Bing have been one since the chaos of heaven and earth.

A brother, a friend, and a lover.

Lingzhu and magic pill are inseparable for eternity, and the only thing that can make up for everything is companionship.