Chapter 451 (1/2)

Zhehuan looks at the mother and son's Secret interaction and finds it extremely interesting.

In his romantic life, he collected countless unique qualities, but he did not have any offspring.

There is only one reason.

He is troublesome.

For him, the continuation of blood also means the father's responsibility of lifelong education, which is much more headache than that of a room full of beauties. He doesn't care about the beauty's going or staying. He can look for it if he is gone. Moreover, he also admitted that his nature was thin and cold, and he was used to acting willfully. Suddenly, there was a little tail shaking his head and telling him to go home to eat on time. Then how could he have sex in the future?

He turned his head and looked at Lin Lang and caught her winking at her. It was much more vivid than when he forced her to kiss. She was originally born with gorgeous color, long and thin eyes, full and transparent pomegranate lips, and a gorgeous but irreducible beauty. This sudden childishness made him more excited.

Zhehuan doesn't always like to hang out with women. It's tiresome to pile them together every day.

In his spare time, he would look for several storybooks to pass the time, especially in the human world. What kind of seductive fox fairy night lures scholars, what talented and beautiful women are romantic, the more dog blood, the more enjoyable he is. But now, it suddenly occurred to him that the ladies, who had been ignored by the script with only a few strokes, cleaned the lead plain noodles and made soup for their families, which seemed to bring some warm and mellow fragrance.

In this way, the trivial life of a family of three did not seem to make him unbearable.

At least when he's bored, he can play with his mother and his kids.

So Zhehuan naturally entered the role of father, and said with a smile, ”little guy, your father's heart is not willing to cry. It can be seen that you don't really want to be my son. No, I still want to bully your mother.”

He is not persistent in his blood, and naturally he will not care too much about xiaotuanzi's father. As long as he has a wonderful blood, he can take it as his own.

This is just a deliberate attempt to scare children.

Where is the small fellow to fold Huan's opponent, immediately was frightened, and timidly called out, ”Dad, don't be angry, I, I'm not proficient.”

Fold Huan heart way, I see not necessarily, you call someone else to be a father, but very sarcastic.

However, the boy's nervousness really pleased the man. He thought for a while and asked, ”since it's the first time that a father and son have met, do you need a hug?”

He was also the first time to be a stepfather. As for the steps and other things, he was also not proficient, so he simply followed his own ideas.

Little prince:.... ”

Bah, I don't want to hug you, the scum who bullies Aung.

But the situation is stronger than people's, the little prince lowered his proud and stubborn small head, opened his small short hand, crisply said, ”yes! I want dad to hug you! The high one

Folding Huan turned to Lin Lang and said, ”madam, do you mind if I hold your darling? Don't worry, I'll handle it with care, and I won't break him. ”

Lin Lang:

What the hell is it?

He is seriously ill and treats the dumplings as fragile?

Zhehuan saw that Lin Lang showed an indescribable expression, and almost couldn't bear to laugh to hurt himself. He found that this pair of mother and son was really interesting. The big one was a ruthless and a little bit short tempered beauty, while the small one was a person, a small ghost, a big and easy to be frightened. After all, life would not be peaceful.

The little prince shivered for some reason. Seeing his new father turning around, he opened his arms and pointed to his long sleeve. He said very kindly, ”come on, grab the sleeve and climb up. Don't fall.”

“……”

Asshole.

It's too much to bully his short legs.

The little prince thought in his heart that everything was for Aung, so he could bear it!

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!

Just as he was about to fly over, the skin of his back neck hurt a lot, and his feet didn't touch the ground.

The little prince turned his head in anger.

Are these adults addicted to bullying his short legs?

Then the little prince showed no expression on his clothes, and his heart was a little empty. After all, he had just put on a hat and turned to recognize his new father. The moody devil didn't tear him off, and he looked up to himself. The little guy saw the wind, and immediately took out his best skills, dry crisp ground pretending to be stupid, ”neck pain.”

Yan Shiyi looked at his Xiao like a small face, and the anger in his heart was strangely extinguished, but the little guy didn't know the rules. Could dad recognize him at will? He didn't want to scold him. He patted him on the bottom to show punishment. When the little guy babbled and complained, he raised his hand and pressed the ball into his arms.

The little prince finally got rid of the fate of the prey who was carried by his neck, and he did not cry.

He found a place in the arms of Yan Shi's clothes and settled down comfortably.

The coquettish business appears to be very ”skilled”.At the beginning of the year, the little guy passed his ninth birthday, but I don't know why. He developed later than his peers. He was small and looked like a child of six or seven years old. Therefore, some people like to hold him and pinch him. This little guy has gained profound experience on the way of ”running away from home”.

”Does it still hurt?” Yan Shi Yi rubbed the neck of Xiaotuan.

The little prince shook his head.

This man is more reliable than Zhehuan, who always loves to tease him. Although he doesn't like to laugh, the little prince feels comfortable, just like returning to a warm and humid nest that can give infinite protection.

Previously, the little prince was worried about his mother's injury, and subconsciously ignored this warm feeling. Now, he was taken care of by Yin Shiyi, and a feeling of attachment loomed in his heart. Just now he dared to throw himself on Yan Shiyi, and he was sure that he would not hurt himself. As for why, the little prince couldn't tell why.

Yan Shiyi looked down, and the wet deer eyes were looking at him, full of longing and admiration, and a little confused.

A heart is soft.

No matter in the past or now, Yan Shiyi always knew that he was not very popular. He was a cultivation maniac, he didn't care much about the external affairs and communication, and his personality was weak and alienated. Apart from this layer of identity and cultivation, he thought that no one would like such a gloomy, cold-blooded, easy to suspect man. Especially children, they are more reluctant to get close to him.

In fact, he always wanted to have a child.

A new year cake doll with a red face and a soft little body.

It doesn't matter whether the child is a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter whether he is smart or stupid. What matters is that he must be the child born to his favorite woman. He will hold all the best and most precious things in the world in front of his heart.

He will be a generous, kind and patient father.

From the time he had memory, he followed the emperor of Youtian. Although this man was respected and feared by everyone, he did not know how to be a generous, kind and patient father. He regarded him as his successor. However, he could not tolerate any imperfection of the prince.

The harsh dogma even stipulated that he should not like the soft white long eared rabbit.

He kept it secretly for a long time, but he died.

Under his father's hand, Sheng Sheng kneaded into a pool of meat mud.

That morning, he remembered that he gave the rabbit a bath and took him to bask in the rare sun in March. He turned into a small black snake the size of a palm, and with its tail around the rabbit, he fell asleep lazily in the comfortable sunshine and breeze.

Then his most dependent elder saw this scene. He begged for a long time to keep the rabbit's existence secret. The elder agreed.

The old man will know who is kind to the old man.

So it died.

The rabbit's blood splashed on his new blue suit.

It was just a small thing, so small that he thought he had forgotten it.

Until now, he saw the little ball in his arms, fat and white, and the joy of being lost and regained suddenly overwhelmed him.

And this little guy is a close relative of his blood.

In this world, people can admit his existence without any interests.

He's not alone.

“…… Dad

When the little prince saw that Yan Shiyi was distracted, he gave a little cry.

One of them, too, was smiling hard.

This grass on the top of the wall is so funny.

Little Tuan Zi shivered, tightly grasped Yan Shiyi's arm, and his eyes conveyed a certain desire. New dad, you can be more powerful. He doesn't want to be made into human flesh buns by bad people.

”Shake what? Is it cold? ” Yan Shiyi asked, one hand raised a big sleeve and covered his head.

Poor little prince, trying to remind him of the current situation, ”Dad, look at auntie, she...”

When Yan Shiyi made a move, he raised his head.

He did not doubt the identity of the little prince, otherwise how could there be his breath in the child?

Naturally, most of his years of hatred for Lin Lang was eliminated. And the remaining half, when she was seen being held, disappeared completely. He even thought that this was himself sent to the enemy to humiliate, and his guilt suddenly turned from weak to strong. Yan Shiyi said without hesitation, ”Hualong altar, return her to me!”

The people watched numbly that the treasure of the first dynasty was thrown around like a small toy by the two men. The heart said that the Hualong altar was also very wronged. It had been chased by monks for so many years, but it was rejected for the first time.

Fold Huan lips with a smile, but cold, ”you said return, you said to give, you when I Taiping Qingdi play with you?”

”What do you want?” Yan Shi Yi frowned.

”Ah, what do you want? That's a good question.” She hugged her shoulders and gently brushed the peach petals between her hair. Her slender fingers fell down one by one and gently rubbed her face, ”Lord God, how much do you think she is worth?”The little prince's cheeks are bulging and staring at him. Aung is priceless!

Yan Shiyi noticed the impatience of the child in his arms, but he looked calm and asked again, ”what do you want?”

”It's not much. After all, I'm not so greedy.” ”Although I have a dragon altar, I haven't seen a real dragon climbing formula. I don't know if it can be -”

”pa!”

A dragon scale suddenly hit Zhehuan's body.

”Here you are. I'll come back.”

The little prince stares at his new father.

He has more money than his father and father.

It's more mysterious to hear the legend of Cheng's Kingdom than to listen to it.

Who would have thought it was?

But even if it's true, the secret of ascending the dragon is also a treasure of heaven and earth that is not lost to the altar of Hualong?

People are extremely hot, but they can only watch the dragon scale rolling down from folded Huan's chest to the hem.

When Zhibao is treated like this, their breath is a little painful.

With a cynical smile on her lips, she was still the nun's favorite romantic appearance, but a cold light slowly appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

It's always been that he hit others with natural materials and earth treasures, and he was hit by others for the first time.

What a wonderful and interesting feeling.

He turned his face sideways, Lin Lang still looked ahead, his eyes were cold and he didn't look at him at all.

”People are going to redeem you with the Dragon Rising rhyme. Your Majesty must be very happy to know that you are so valuable.” He took hold of her chin with both fingers, forcing her to turn her head. People found that the eyes of both men and women are extremely beautiful, one is peach blossom eyes, the other is Danfeng eyes, when looking at each other, there is an indescribable love.

If we ignore the indifference between them.

”Does your majesty think I should change it? Well? ”

There is a little more blood in the tone of folding joy.

This man once held the power of the world. Even if the dynasty was down, he could still stir up a bloodbath in the Xiuzhen world. He was too conceited, and even he did not find that the weight of Lin Lang in his heart gradually increased, from the object who was slightly interested in warming the bed at the beginning, to the beauty that he needed to pay a price to get, and the Taoist priest who wanted to marry home now.

Some people are eyeing her.

Lin Lang thought, the heat is almost over.

It's her turn.

So Zhehuan saw the ice lake like eyes glancing at Yan Shiyi, and slowly fainted, saying, ”please The Qing emperor accomplished it. ”

Women are always moved by the moment of pay, she is no exception.

Lin Lang's change was not abrupt. In the past, her cold words to Yan Shiyi were regarded as a kind of awkward mood. Now Yan Shiyi is willing to return to the Hualong altar for her, and even pay the ascending dragon rhyme to exchange for her safety. She is heartless and has been kneaded into a pool of spring water by men.

Yan Shiyi's heart leaped.

It is said that love begets hatred. He had always loved the ”cruel” goddess. If it had not been for the accident, he would not have gone out of the secluded region. Maybe they were already the ”harp and harp” gods and fairies. He couldn't figure out her, but he could hardly restrain his yearning and yearning.

He never forgot the cinnabar mole that hurt and hurt him.

”Good.” Fold Huan full face smile, ”since Lang is affectionate, concubine intends, as gentleman, how can you win favor from others?” When he rolled up his sleeve robe, the clear dragon scale came to his hand, like a bright light in the night, which made his face more and more warm and moist like jade. At the same time, Zhehuan also let go.

Lin Lang is a little bleary, it seems that he can't believe that the big devil let go so soon.

However, it was only a breathing time. She recovered her face, straightened her back and walked towards the father and son.

The surrounding turmoil is not over, the rubble is flying, and howling is still one after another.

But the man was holding the child, his back was straight, and he stood still. He was like a thousand year old tree that never withered in winter. He gave the deepest protection, as if by his side, no danger existed. This can be seen from the stable face of the prince. The man's eyebrows and eyes swept the haze of the past, and the heavy and dull eyes seemed to have been scrubbed, showing a clear divine color again.

No wonder the mistress has been abused by him for thousands of times, and she still treats him like the first love.