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Zuo Huan watched the secret interaction between mother and son and found it extremely interesting.

He had a great life and collected countless fabulous colors, but he didn't have any heirs.

There is only one reason.

He is troublesome.

For him, continuation of blood also means the responsibility of a father for life-long upbringing, which can be more of a headache than the beauty of a house he raises. He never cared about the beauty's stay, anyway, he could find it again. And he also admitted that he was cold and accustomed to willful behavior. Suddenly, there was a little tail behind him shaking his head and telling him to go home to eat on time. How can he go there afterwards?

He turned his head to look at Lin Lang, which happened to catch her eye at the little dumpling, which was much more vivid than when he forced her to kiss. She was originally born with gorgeous colors, long and thin Dan Feng eyes, full and transparent pomegranate lips, and a seemingly flamboyant but unbreakable beauty. This sudden childishness made him even more perturbed.

Zuanhuan doesn't always love to be with a woman, after all, she gets tired of being piled together every day.

In his free time, he will find a few book to pass the time, especially the human book, what a charming fox Xianye lures scholars, what a genius and a beautiful lady, the more dog blood, the more enjoyable he is. But now, he suddenly thought that those few ladies who were neglected by the notebook had only a few strokes, cleared lead noodles, and washed soup for the family, which seemed to bring some warm and mellow aroma.

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

At least when he is bored, he can still play with his children, his mother and the little dumplings.

So Huanhuan naturally entered the role of father, and said with a smile, "Little boy, your father's name is not willing to be reluctant, it can be seen that I am not really going to be my son, no, I still want to bully your mother. "

He is not obsessed with the bloodline, and naturally he will not count too much the biological father of the smaller ball. As long as he has a **** bloodline on his body, it is enough for him to treat himself as if he is out.

This one just deliberately frightened children.

Where is the little guy's opponent, Huanhuan, was immediately frightened, and shouted timidly again, "Daddy don't be angry, I, I'm not skilled yet."

Happily said, I don't think it is necessary. You call others to be dads, but they are very sloppy.

But the nervousness of the little dumpling did please the man. He thought about it and asked, "Since this is the first time the father and son have known each other, do you need to hug?"

He was also the father for the first time. As for the steps and the like, he was also unskilled, so he simply followed his own ideas.

Little Prince: "..."

Bah, I don't want to hug you scumbag bullying Anang.

But the situation was better than others. The little prince lowered his proud and stubborn little head, opened his short hands, and said crisply, "Yes! I want my father to hug! The kind of high!"

Zhe Huan leaned his head and said to Lin Lang, "Ma'am, don't you mind me hugging your sweetheart baby? Don't worry, I take it lightly and won't break him."

Lin Lang: "..."

What the **** is it?

He is seriously ill, and regards the small dumplings as fragile?

Zeng Huan saw Lin Lang showing an inexhaustible expression, and he almost couldn't bear to laugh until he suffered an internal injury. He found this to be really interesting for the mother and son. Xiaozi buns, the future life will not be too bland anyway.

The little prince shuddered somehow, and when he saw the new father turned around, he opened his arms at him and pointed to the long sleeves. He said intimately, "Come, grab the sleeves and climb up, don't Fell. "

"..."

Jerk.

Too much, and actually bullied him with short legs.

The little prince meditation, everything is for A Niang, he will endure!

A small leak will sink a great ship!

Just when he was about to fly over, there was a pain in the skin on the back of the neck. He fluttered and his feet fell to the ground.

The little prince turned his head in anger.

Can this group of adults bully his short legs and become addicted?

Then the little prince met Yin Shiyi ’s face with no expression, and his little heart was a little virtual. After all, he just buckled a hat and turned his head to recognize the new father. This moody deity did n’t tear him off I can't look down on myself anymore. Seeing the wind and rudder, the little guy immediately took out his best abilities and simply pretended to be stupid. "Neck hurts."

Yin Shiyi looked at his little face with a small smile, and the sigh of fire in his heart was strangely extinguished, but the little guy didn't know the rules too. Can his father admit it casually? He didn't want to scold, but patted his **** gently to show punishment. When the little guy groaned, he raised his hand and pressed the small ball into his arms.

The little prince finally got rid of the fate of the prey that was carrying his neck, and did not cry.

He found a place in Yin Shiyi's arms and went down comfortably.

The coquettish business seems very "skilled".

The little guy had a nine-year-old birthday at the beginning of the year, but I do n’t know what the reason is, the development is later than his peers, he is small, and it looks like a childish appearance of six or seven years old. He squeezed him, and this little guy gained a deep experience on the road of "running away from home".

"Does it still hurt?" Yin Shiyi rubbed the small dumpling's neck.

The little prince shook his head cleverly.

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

Before the little prince was worried about A Niang ’s injury, he subconsciously ignored this warm feeling, and now he was embraced by Yin Shiyi in all his arms, and there was a feeling of attachment faintly in his heart-he had just dared to bounce into Yin Shiyi just now It is also in his heart that he will not hurt himself. As for why, the little prince can't say why.

Yin 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.

Whether past or present, Yin Shiyi always knows that he is not very flattering. He is a cultivator, he does not care much about external customs and communication, and his personality is thin and alienated. After removing this layer of identity and cultivation behavior, he thought that People will like such a gloomy, cold-blooded, easy to suspect man. Especially young children are even more reluctant to get close to him.

In his heart, he always wanted to have a child.

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

It does n’t matter whether the child is a boy or a girl, whether it ’s smart or stupid. What ’s important is that he must be the child he gave birth to the favorite woman, he will be the best and most precious in the world, All held in front of his sweetheart.

He will be a generous, kind and patient dad.

From the time when he had memory, he was by the side of Youtian Emperor. Although this man respects the fearful supreme, but he does not know how to be a generous, kind, and patient father, he regards him as the heir. The prince had a trace of imperfections that he could not tolerate.

This harsh dogma even stipulated that he could not like the soft, white long-eared rabbit.

He kept it secretly for a long time, but he was still dead.

Under his father's hands, he made a puddle of meat.

That morning, he remembered that he had carefully bathed the rabbit and took it to basking in the rare sun in March. He turned into a slap-sized black snake with a rabbit around his tail , Slept lazily in the comfortable sunlight and breeze.

Then the elder he most relied on saw this scene, he begged for a long time to keep the rabbit's existence secret, and the elder agreed.

Who knows that the kind-hearted old man turned his head and stabbed in front of his father.

So it died.

The blood of the rabbit also splashed into the blue new clothes he had just put on.

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

Until now, he saw the little dumplings in his arms, white and fat, and the joy of recovery was overwhelming him at once.

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

Under this world, people who can recognize his existence without any interest.

He was not alone in the end.

"... Dad?"

When the little prince saw Yin Shiyi distracted, the little screamed.

Zhan Huan naturally heard it, and showed an elusive smile at the little prince.

This grass on both sides of the wall is really fun.

The little dumpling couldn't help but shudder, and grabbed Yin Shiyi's arm tightly, his eyes conveying a certain desire. New dad, you are better, he does not want to be adult meat buns by bad guys.

"What's shaking? Is it cold?" Yin Shiyi asked, raising a big sleeve in one hand, covering his head.

The little prince was miserable, trying to remind him of what is happening now, "Dad, look at A-niang ..."

Yin Shiyi made a move, and he looked up.

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

Naturally, his years of hatred for Lin Lang have also been eliminated. The remaining half, when she saw her being held hostage, also disappeared completely. He even thought that this was still sent to humiliate the enemy himself, and the guilt in his heart suddenly turned from thin to strong, and Yin Shiyi said without hesitation, "Hualongtan will give you back, give her back to me!"

Everyone watched numbly that the first dynasty Zhibao was tossed around by these two men as small toys, and said that the Dragon Temple was also aggrieved. It was chased by the monks for so many years, and was rejected for the first time.

Zuo Huan smiled on the lips, but it was cold. "If you say it, you can give it back. If you say it, give it. Do you play the house with me when you Taiping Qingdi?"

"What do you want?" Yin Shiyi frowned.

"Ah, what do you want, this question is well asked." Zhe Huan embraced Lin Lang's shoulder, gently brushed the peach petals in her hair, and her long thin fingers touched the treasure, falling down one by one, gently rubbing her. Face, "Master Mozun, how much do you think she is worth?"

The little prince glared at him with cheeks, A Niang was priceless!

Yin Shiyi noticed the impatience of the child in his arms, but instead he appeared calm and repeated the question, "What do you want."

"In fact, not many. After all, I am not that greedy." Zhe Huan smiled and snapped his fingers. "Although I have a dragon altar, I haven't seen a real dragon recipe, I don't know if I can--"

"Snapped!"

A dragon scale slammed into Huanhuan's body.

"Here you are, people will come."

The little prince stared at the new father.

He is more lenient than his father and his father.

Everyone in the Holy Land looked at each other. The Thang Long Jue was more mysterious than the legend of the Taiping Ancient Kingdom. Hearing is a record of the secret of the sanctification of the flesh. Since the time of its appearance is farther than the ancients, everyone is only a fantasy.

Who thought there really was?

But even if it is true, this Thanglong tactic is also a treasure of heaven and earth that is not lost to the Hualongtan, so just give it away casually?

Everyone was extremely hot, but they could only watch the dragon scale rolling from Zhehuan's chest to the swing.

Arcana was treated like this, and their breathing was a little bit painful.

There is a cynical smile on Zhehuan's mouth, which is still the favorite style of Xiu Xiu, but a gleam of cold light slowly emerges in the eyes of Peach Blossom.

He always smashed others with his celestial treasures and was smashed by others for the first time.

What a wonderful and interesting feeling.

He turned his face, Lin Lang still stared forward, his eyes cold, not looking at him at all.

"People are going to redeem your life with Thanglong tactics. Knowing that you are so valuable, your majesty must be happy and broken." He held Lin Lang's chin with both fingers, forcing her to turn her head. Everyone found that the eyes of the pair of men and women were extremely beautiful, one was peach blossom eyes, and the other was Danfeng eyes. There was an indescribable thread when looking across.

If you ignore the indifference between them.

"Your Majesty thinks I want to change it? Huh?"

There was a trace of blood that was hard to detect in Zuohuan's tone.

This man once held the power of the world, even if the dynasty is defeated, it can still stir up a **** storm in the realm of cultivation. He was too arrogant and did n’t even realize that Lin Lang ’s weight in his heart gradually increased, from the initially interested bed warmers to the beauties he needed to pay for, and now, he moved his mind to marry The companion coming home.

Someone just stared at her.

Lin Lang thought, the fire was almost over.

It's time for her to appear.

So Zuan Huan saw these ice lake-like eyes flicking down Yin Shiyi, slowly fading away the soft water waves, "Please ... Qing Di succeeded."

A woman is always touched by a moment of giving, and she is no exception.

Lin Lang ’s transformation was not abrupt. She used to say cold words to Yin Shiyi, which in everyone's eyes was a noisy emotion. Now Yin Yiyi is willing to return to Hualong Temple for her, and even if she pays the Dragon's Secret to change her safety Let her be hard-hearted, and also rubbed into a pool of spring water by the man.

Yin Shiyi jumped.

It is said that because of love and hatred, he originally admired this "heart-stirring" Goddess Emperor. If it was not that accident, he would not leave the secluded domain. Perhaps the two are now fairy lover of "Qin Se and Ming". . He couldn't figure out her, but it was rare to see this man serving himself softly, and he couldn't restrain the crazy thoughts and desires.

He has never forgotten the cinnabar mole that hurt him and hurt him.

"Good." Zhe Huan smiled, "Since Lang is affectionate and concubine is interested, how can he be as a gentleman?" He rolled his sleeves, and the clear dragon scale reached his hand. Like a glimmer of light in the dark night, his face became more warm and jade-like. At the same time, Zhan Huan also let go of Lin Lang.

Lin Lang was a little stunned, and it seemed she couldn't believe that the big devil had just let go.

But within a breathing time, she recovered her face, straightened her back, and walked towards the father and son.

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

But the man was holding his child, his back was standing tall, and he stood calmly, like a thousand-year-old tree that will not wither in winter, giving the deepest blessing, as if by his side, no danger exists. This can be seen from the calm face of the young prince. The man's eyebrows swept away the haze of the past, and his dull eyes seemed to have been scrubbed, and a clear look appeared again.

No wonder the mistress has been abused by him thousands of times and still treats him like his first love, Lin Lang thought.

In particular, in order to accommodate her, the other party reluctantly tried to laugh at her disdainful temper in the past decade, and held her mouth in front of her. Although the curvature was not obvious, he was indeed making concessions.

She took a step first and bowed her head.

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and smiled slightly.

It is about that the image of the Empress of Kaolin Flower created by Lin Lang was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone couldn't help but see her smile, and there was still a little bit of recovery.

This time it seemed that the ice had melted away, and some daughters were so obsessed with the squeamishness.

Yin Shiyi raised her eyebrows, her breath more gentle. He deliberately calmed his irritability, and even the black scales on his face were forcibly hidden by the master, although it made him uncomfortable.

He didn't want to scare her.

"Oh, what a reunion."

A cold voice came from behind, Lin Lang only felt a tight waist, wrapped in a sharp palm wind, caught off guard against the man's chest.

Under the heavy impact, Lin Lang's chest hurt, and her throat was filled with a sweet smell, and a trace of blood could not help spilling from her mouth.

"Lin Lang!" Yin Shiyi was surprised and angry, "Are you going to regret it?"

The latter sentence naturally came to Zhuanghuan.

"How do you regret it, and what if you don't regret it? My Qing Emperor is doing things, and I still have to follow the rules of your juniors?" Zhe Huan said lightly, he hugged the woman's soft body, his arm strength was extremely strong, like a solid prison The cage prevented Lin Lang from finding any chance to escape.

"This is the Dragon Dragon recipe, I want it." His eyes were fixed on Yin Shiyi, but he slowly lowered his tall body, and the corners of his lips bent, but he bit Lin Lin's ears in public. Before, it was natural. "

He deliberately bitten the word "playful" ambiguously, with a kind of ambiguous pornography.

Lin Lang naturally wanted to make a humiliated look, sneered, "Must the senior forget, you still have a sister waiting for you to return home?"

Emperor Taiping is the sister of Zhehuan, but the relationship between the two is similar to that of Fuxi and Nuwa. It is both a sibling relationship and a spouse relationship, and the emperor is jealous. It was rumored that she killed her brother ’s three thousand harem overnight. Many are princesses of the human race and the fairy race. Emperor Taiping's lawless atrocities angered the three tribes, and there was the later siege of the Taiping Dynasty. This pair of brothers and sisters even surrendered to the world and forged death.

"Why, are you angry?" Zhe Huan didn't take it for granted, his tongue twisted slightly, aftertaste the warm fragrance nephrite just found.

"How about being angry? How about not being angry? Do seniors still care about the wishes of younger juniors?" Lin Lang laughed at herself, "Your men always like to treat women as a kind of goods. Sincerely two or three, I am afraid it is worthless, so why bother to do more and care about the emotions of the goods? "

Frustrated.

The empress in the memory has always been flying, and the corners of her eyebrows are growing magnificently. She has never seen her mournful, but at this moment, she lowered her head and her eyes were red, like a begonia that couldn't be sick after the rain. , Always want to make her cherish and cherish her heart. He enjoys the joy of the flesh, and the women are crazy about him, and he will naturally not bother to ask them for sincerity.

Over time, this sincerity will be "worthless".

In other words, the women who were having fun with him would say such things. But this remark came from a woman whom he particularly admired, and inevitably brought a bit of solemn meaning.

He also wanted to get this person and her heart.

"I don't like to lose money, I like to exchange for equivalents." Zhe Huan's hot and humid, slightly unstable atmosphere brushed Lin Lang's skin, "If you give me a true heart, I will give you a true heart. I have everything, I will give it all. "

Lin Lang sneered, "You think I don't know your men's sweet heart? It's nice to say at the moment, when I coax away, I'm afraid it's like ruining."

"How do you believe me?" He frowned.

She slowly looked up, looking straight at Zhuang Huan, "I want a loyal and loyal partner, if you want me, you must be alone, from now on, your sister, your old lover Fortunately, everything must be cut off. "

"You are a big lion's mouth." Zhe Huan pinched her chin, her eyes suddenly sharp, "Whoever dare to order me like this, do you know where they are?"

Even the jealous Taiping Empress did not dare to be so presumptuous in front of her elder brother.

"Why, Your Majesty the Qing Emperor can't afford to be loyal, so she is angry and angry at people?" Her lip color was stained with blood, and she had an aggressive look. .

"Who said I can't afford it?" Zhan Huan smiled, but tolerated her provocation, "I promise you, I will keep away from all the women in the world."

"Include your sister?"

"as you wish."

Zhan Huan's voice became more and more gentle, "So, since the transaction is completed, do you need another kiss of affection?"

Lin Lang seemed a little unbelievable. When the man hooked his waist and bowed his head to kiss, she was still stunned, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"Poof—"

The sound of sharp objects falling into the body suddenly sounded.

It was a bone whip that saw a blood-sealed throat.

"She is my wife in Yin Shiyi, so she doesn't bother Qing Qing to take care of it."

The man hugs the baby in one hand, and he is also neat and tidy.

Zhe Huan still maintains a posture of embracing Lin Lang, his eyebrows are full of sarcasm, even if everyone is far away, he can still clearly recognize the strong murderousness.

"you do this delibrately?"

Intentionally saying the words that tempted him so that Yin Shiyi could hit them with a single blow?

She doesn't care about old feelings at all?

Lin Lang's strength was relentless, "Your Majesty the Qing Emperor thought, saying a few words of coaxing, would you like to let a woman that you have calculated to die to you? Sorry, I don't have this habit of abuse."

"I'm not coaxing you." Zhehuan Qiqiao bleeds and looks extravagant, but he insists on not falling down.

He stared straight at Lin Lang, and his vitality gradually turned into a bluish white of the corpse as his vitality quickly dried up.

In this case, Lin Lang was seen to have goose bumps, but she was still calm, "What does it matter if you don't coax? Since His Majesty Qing Emperor can easily abandon his thousand-year-old sister, it can be seen that it is cold and cold.

"Ha, it is you who want to be loyal and affectionate. The Emperor has given you, but you are complaining about the emperor's thin love and cold blood? I am afraid that from the beginning to the end, you are just playing with the Emperor-"

Su Huan's low tail suddenly sharpened.

"Be careful!"

Yin Shiyi's face changed.

He acted decisively and threw the little prince to the nearest Buddhist priest, but he flashed himself, and was beaten up for Lin Lang, wrapping her back quickly.

"... husband?"

She panicked, and even brought out the past title unconsciously.

Yin Shiyi can't remember her unsympathetic look to him. He now only has the expression of his wife's attachment.

The man gave a "hmm" and appeased, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"What's wrong with him?" Lin Lang looked at Zhuang Huan not far away.

His chest was punctured with a blood hole by Yin Shiyi's bone whip, and the Ling Mansion collapsed. But his condition was very strange. Instead of turning into peach blossom water as before, his body became stiff and slow, and half of his face gradually spread out with blue corpses.

Yin Shiyi whispered, "Although the puppet technique is against the sky, it is not omnipotent. He was originally seriously injured, and his strength was greatly reduced. Before he performed a few times, he exhausted most of his skills. Was injured by the magic weapon, I thought I had no time to spare the second time. "

Lin Lang was thinking back, and a ghostly laugh came across from him, "That's right. The emperor hasn't tasted the secret of being calculated for a long time. However, even if the emperor is no longer good, it is not your little snake Can be knocked down. "

The once passionate peach blossom eyes became a horrible blood stain.

"Come and die, kid."

When Huanhuan's words fell, the whole world fell into chaos, the landslides cracked, and the sand went away.

During this period, a peach tree was uprooted, and some people were caught in a hurricane unexpectedly.

The people who survived hard were frightened.

From this moment on, the founding monarch of the Taiping Dynasty showed his unknown, mysterious and terrible side. The arrogant big brothers finally understand why the people who came here since the Taiping Ancient Kingdom have gone back and forth-because the two are not opponents of the same level!

The ancestor of the Buddhist door saw a delicate Buddha heart more clearly, he sighed, "Amitabha."

As predicted by Zhehuan before, with their own strength, they can't get out of this peach blossom source that looks beautiful but is in crisis.

They are destined to die today.

Master Buddhism lowered his head and looked at the little prince in his arms. He could not help but touch his soft hair. "Little donor, you are also destined to have a fate." A Niang is still inside.

Yin Shiyi seemed to receive her son's message and pulled up Lin Linlang's sleeve to block her.

Looking at the man's generous back, Lin Lang seemed to realize something.

"What's his name?" He asked suddenly.

"what?"

The wind was so loud that Lin Lang didn't hear it very well.

"Like treasure, how about calling Jinbao?"

Lin Lang understood.

I still want to laugh.

This man is definitely abolished.

"Do you think Yin Jinbao is nice?" She asked rhetorically.

Then her little prince changed from a little white bread to a rustic golden bun.

The man turned his head and seemed to be puzzled, "Isn't it good?"

This at least represents a kind of cherish and expectation for parents to their sons.

Unlike him.

Waiter.

His mother had a humble love for his father, knowing that a fox demon lived in his father's heart, or the most prestigious nine-tailed fox at the time, just a glance at Qingqiu, and he never missed it until now. The mother is a fool, so many lovers do n’t want it, so she must fall in love with her father. Even if she knows that her father is marrying her, it ’s just for her genius talent—illusion.

She exhausted most of her blood and woven beautiful dreams for her father. Finally, she finally drove herself crazy.

The mad mother gave birth to him and took a name, called the waiter.

Shicha holding clothes, a poor name. Just like his existence, he was never expected.

Therefore, even if Lin Lang might have lied to him now, saying that he loved him, he would believe it.

He would really believe it.

"Take care of Jinbao." Yin Shiyi instructed Lin Lang seriously, "He's still young, you have to be patient and teach him, don't always scold him, be flat-faced, children are always afraid. Don't do anything wrong, don't do it Hit him in a hurry, and ask why, how can a child be completely right from the start? If he likes to keep a small pet, let him raise it, maybe he can develop patience, as long as it is not excessive, no It will be funeral. "

"Servant ..."

Her tone was a little uneasy.

The man suddenly smiled, "Have you ever seen a dragon?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Then see you now."

He leaned over and entangled with her. Xuanyi was in the wind, her sash was hunting, her generous large palm gently and connivingly held her wrist and gently put it on her face.

A gleam of bright light reflected Lin Lin's eyes.

Yin Shiyi's eyebrows overflowed with blood, and the first golden dragon scale was born very slowly and painfully.

The scales under Lin Lin's hands were hot, and she could feel a torn, burning pain running wildly on the man. He was really dead. He dared to violate the rules laid down by Heaven.

He frantically burned his life.

He will die.

"Lin Lang, don't be afraid of me."

This was the last sentence the man left to her when she was awake.

"You know, I don't want to murder you."

Even if he is no longer human.

Even if he will not be sober from now on.

Subsequently, Qingyue Longyin cut across the sky.

Open the eyes for the day and close the eyes for the night. Zhulong opened his eyes and was bare land.

The dragon has a reverse scale, and touches it to die.

Lin Lang, who was blessed, lowered her eyebrows.

The dragon is a crude creature.

Very gentle, but stupid.

How could he know that he fell in love with him and was willing to die for her, because he hated his mother's enemies who gritted his teeth?