"Princess Wenqing, you are indeed a forgetful person!" Yan Zhuixing sneered. A mass of black murderous aura came out from his body and wrapped around his whole body. When the black murderous aura was sucked back into his body, his original appearance was revealed. However, his face was still pale, which was the result of his serious injuries.
"Yan Zhuixing!" Wenqing's voice was trembling. She looked outside the palace and immediately understood everything. No wonder there was no response from the people outside. He was back. In an instant, tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
The child who popped his head out from behind her saw Yan Zhuixing's body emitting black smoke and shrank back in fear. However, when he saw his mother choking and crying, he came out like a little adult. He crossed his arms in front of him and said in a childish voice, "Don't hurt my mother!" However, it was obvious that the little adult was shivering. He had never seen someone who could change his appearance. Obviously, he was still afraid. However, in order to protect his mother, he still stood out resolutely.
"She is your mother?" Yan Zhuixing snorted. He grabbed the child's clothes and brought him in front of him. He said indifferently, "Who is your father? If you don't tell me, I will throw you to death. "Someone actually touched his woman. It was easy to imagine his mood.
The child immediately waved his fists and kicked his legs. He shouted in the air, "Bold slave, let me go. My father is the most powerful person in the world. If my father comes and sees you bullying my mother and me, he will not forgive you. "
Yan Zhuixing was slightly stunned. The most powerful person in the world couldn't be Yue Qianchou, right? He thought it was ridiculous. He immediately snorted, "Then I would like to see your most powerful father in the world. Tell me! What is your father's name? Where is he? "As he said, he raised the child over his head and was about to throw him.
"Bold slave, my father is Yan Zhuixing. Let me go, or my father will not forgive you!" The child was still struggling stubbornly. However, the name he said stunned Yan Zhuixing. After a shiver, he slowly turned around and looked at Wenqing in disbelief with a questioning look.
Hipster burst into tears and nodded to Yan Zhuixing with misty eyes. He bit his lips and nodded to Yan Zhuixing, indicating that he was his son. Yan Zhuixing was stunned on the spot. Hipster walked up to him and easily took the child from his arms. She comforted the child who was glaring at Yan Zhuixing angrily and said with a choked voice, "Yun 'er, he is the father you miss every day!"
"Mother lied to me. He was a bad person. Mother said that father loves me the most. This person bullied me. He is not my father. "The child pointed at Yan Zhuixing's nose and said.
Yan Zhuixing swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked with a trembling voice, "You said he's my son?" He couldn't believe that he actually had a son after just one night with the hipster.
Hipster nodded again and said with tears in her eyes, "Not long after you left, I found out that I was pregnant. I was full of joy and looked forward to giving you a surprise when you came back. But … I waited and waited, and you never came back. After I gave birth to Yun 'er for ten months, I still looked forward to your return every day. But you have been gone for six years! Yun 'er is already five years old. Why are you so cruel? You always come quietly and leave quietly. Why don't you care about my feelings? Do you know how embarrassing it is for a girl like me to get pregnant out of wedlock? I almost didn't dare to take a step out of Wenqing Palace all these years. Have you ever thought about how painful it was for me? Have you always treated me as your plaything? You come when you want and leave when you're tired of playing with me? You don't even bother to say hello. Am I so unbearable in your eyes? If that is the case, then please leave. Don't torture me over and over again. "
"Mother, don't cry." The child helped Hipster wipe her tears in her arms. Then, he shouted at Yan Zhuixing, "Bad person, get lost, or I will get someone to beat you out."
Yan Zhuixing stood there motionlessly. Looking at the mother and son, he had mixed feelings for a moment. He thought that he would be beaten up like a homeless dog. He never thought that his impulsive action back then would give him a home here and a son. If he had really died in the hands of Yue Qianchou, then he would still have his flesh and blood here …
The monotonous expression on Yan Zhuixing's face changed greatly. He walked over excitedly and opened his arms to embrace the mother and son. He buried his head in Hippie's ear and murmured, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please forgive me. I won't come and go silently in the future. Don't worry. Don't worry. I'll never come and go silently again. What is Yun 'er's full name? "
Hippopotamus whimpered incessantly. After a long while, he choked with sobs and said, "Yan Yun, a homonym for passing clouds and smoke. I thought you thought of me as a passing cloud and would never return, so I gave him this name."
"Yan Yun?" Yan Zhuixing pondered for a moment and nodded. "A swan's ambition can reach the clouds. Good name. Not bad, not bad." His son was naturally good.
Yan Yun was a smart child. Although he didn't quite understand what Yan Zhuixing and Hipster were talking about, he figured out that the stranger who said he would kill him was really his father. Instantly, he burst into tears. Yan Yun was a smart child. Yan Yun didn't understand what Yan Zhuixing and Hipster were talking about. He bawled loudly, and he was extremely heartbroken. His crying made Hipster unable to cry anymore. She pushed Yan Zhuixing away and asked the child, "Yun 'er, what's wrong?"
Yan Zhuixing was flustered. He looked at the child helplessly and said nervously, "I … Did I not know how to control my strength and hurt him?"
Yan Yun turned his head and buried it in his mother's embrace. He choked and said, "Mother lied to me. You lied to me. Father doesn't love me at all. He said he wanted to kill me. He is a bad person." The more he cried, the sadder he became. It was as though the sky in his heart had collapsed. He was too disappointed.
Yan Zhuixing was dumbfounded. He wanted to slap himself. Why didn't he ask clearly? Why did he hit a child the moment he came in? For a moment, the notorious devil in the world of Cultivators was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked at Hipster and wanted to say something, but then hesitated. He didn't know what to say.
Hipster comforted the child in his arms with tears in his eyes. He looked at Yan Zhuixing with a good mood and complained, "Don't you have anything good to coax him?"
"Something good? … Yes! " Yan Zhuixing suddenly patted his head. The demonic blade flew out and floated in front of him. For him, the only good thing he had was the demonic blade to please his son whom he had just met for the first time.
The sharp curved blade was shining with a cold blue light with red shadows. It emitted a magnificent and charming color. The dark blade had a strange demonic pattern that exuded an ancient aura. A unique and nimble crescent moon swayed on Hipster's shoulder. Little Yan Yun only took a peek at it. His eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately raised his head and wiped his tears. He stared at the demonic blade and licked his lips. He was attracted on the spot.
Although Hipster wasn't a person in the Cultivation World, he could tell that it should be a weapon. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Yan Zhuixing. He smiled through his tears and said coquettishly, "Is there such a thing for a child to play with? Aren't you afraid of hurting him? "
Yan Zhuixing saw that his son liked it and had stopped crying. He immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. If I don't let it hurt people, it won't hurt people."
Little Yan Yun, who was crying so hard just now, immediately forgot what sadness was. After all, he had the temperament of a child. He slid down from his mother's arms. The tears on his face had yet to dry, but he bit a finger. He raised his head and looked at the demonic blade floating in the air. He seemed to be wondering how it flew.
Yan Zhuixing's eyes lit up. He immediately controlled the demonic blade to fly around the house. As expected, it attracted little Yan Yun to clap and cheer. Not to mention little Yan Yun, even Hipster was seeing such a magical thing for the first time. His eyes were full of splendor.
He didn't know how the Demon God would feel if he knew this scene. The divine weapon he had personally refined had become a toy for a child to play with.
Not long after, little Yan Yun completely let go and chased the demonic blade around the house. However, the physical strength of a child was limited. After a long time, he naturally became tired. In the end, he hugged the demonic blade and fell asleep. Under Hipster's guidance, Yan Zhuixing placed him on a small bed and gently covered him with a blanket.
At this moment, the pair of husband and wife looked at each other seriously. After a moment of embarrassment, Hipster asked with concern, "Why is your face so ugly?"
Yan Zhuixing shook his head and said, "You've suffered all these years."
These words made Hipster cry again. He choked and said, "It's okay for me to suffer. I'm just afraid that the child will not have a father in the future." With such an appearance, no one would have thought that this was the unruly princess who disguised herself as a man and ran amok in the capital.
Yan Zhuixing tilted his head to look at little Yan Yun who was sleeping soundly. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would probably have lost his father. He gently let out a breath and hugged Hipster in his arms to comfort her. Then, he whispered something in Hipster's ear. Suddenly, he carried Hipster in his arms and walked towards the brocade couch, causing Hipster to exclaim shyly.
The clothes of the man and woman on the bed fluttered in the wind. Not long after, two naked bodies were entangled together. Waves of panting and moaning were enveloped by the soundproof barrier. This time, Yan Zhuixing did his best to serve Hipster, somewhat like making up for it …
After making love, the two of them hugged each other and talked about everything. Yan Zhuixing told Hipster in detail about his background and what he had experienced all these years. He didn't hide anything, including how he suffered a few losses at the hands of Yue Qianchou. Hipster was just a mortal. It was the first time she had heard of the exciting and bizarre stories of the cultivation world. She was even more impressed by Yue Qianchou, who had repeatedly tried to kill Yan Zhuixing …
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