"..." Ye Wuming looked at a sword. He really didn't want to discuss this kind of issue. Whose father and mother could give birth to a sword... raise your sister? I couldn't help but ask: "So Xiao Ruoyu

Well, why did it become the Galaxy Sword again? Zhao Changhe, what did you do!"

Zhao Changhe dodged and ran away: "I'll avoid it first and you'll know."

Ye Wuming stared dumbfoundedly as a girl was "pulled out" from the sword, squatting on the table naked with her arms folded, looking pitiful.

Ye Wuming quickly took out a set of clothes and put them on Ling Ruoyu, and hugged the little girl down like an old hen protecting her nest: "What's going on? What's going on... what did that pervert do to you!"

"It's not about daddy..." Ling Ruoyu explained briefly, but finally understood in his heart why the master emphasized to call daddy in front of Ye Wuming. When he became Ling Ruoyu, Ye Wuming's behavior was obviously the same as facing a sword.

the difference.

It stands to reason that a person like Ye Wuming would have seen through the essence and would not be limited by the form. But when a living little girl calls her mother with a sword, she still inevitably develops serious sensory issues.

difference.

Although the little girl's eyebrows and eyebrows are not similar to those of her twin sisters like Jiuyou, she can clearly see the inheritance model of mother and daughter. The psychological feeling when she sees it is really hard to describe.

When it comes to a sword, you can say that it's just a sword made. If a sword is made, it belongs to the father and mother. Then aren't the craftsmen capable of giving birth to cubs better than sows?

But it is really hard to say this to a little girl who is very similar to me in appearance, aura, and martial arts artistic conception, calling me "mother" in a playful way.

Ye Wuming knew that when he was writing the Troubled Times List with the intention of observing the heavenly book, he saw this little girl wielding a sword in the rivers and lakes. His eyes at that time seemed to be glued to her, which was even more outrageous than when he followed Zhao Changhe.

Whoever dares to compete with my daughter for the first place in Qianlong! Just die!

The No. 1 Hechui, let's go. Ever since Ling Ruoyu came out of the world, he has been the No. 1 Yuchui.

Ye Wuming himself felt that he did not use the back door. Ruoyu was transformed by Xinghe, so of course his potential is the first. Is there any doubt about this... Hmm.

After hearing the little girl talk about her own situation, Ye Wuming said naturally: "This is very simple. Your current state is nothing more than a spirit that has jumped out of the outside world. You can have your own body, or you can return to this world. The reason why you can't take it outside.

"It's because you haven't fully developed the realm of the galaxy yet. This is too simple, mother... I'll teach you, it only needs to be like this... By the way, giving you a baby will be beneficial..."

"I, I don't want anything from you." Ling Ruoyu lowered his head and pushed away the fruit she handed over, taking a half step back with some slight resistance.

Ye Wuming once again thought of the sky above Huqiu. When he caught her, the girl's eyes were filled with melancholy in her resistance, and she shouted firmly: "I won't go!"

Ye Wuming let go of his hand, Ling Ruoyu lowered his head and took a step back. Mother and daughter were silent.

Zhao Changhe appeared on his seat with a "swoosh", his eyes carefully looked at the expressions of the two people, and after a long while he said: "What's the matter, you want to arrest someone again?"

Ling Ruoyu naturally moved closer to him and whispered: "No. Mom taught me something."

Ye Wuming watched as she tried to defend herself, but in reality she was getting closer and closer to Zhao Changhe. His emotions were mixed and indescribable.

Zhao Changhe said again: "I said blindly, why are you grabbing Xinghe? Do you want to take on the responsibility of raising him?"

Of course, there are only two reasons for Ye Wuming to want Xinghe. One is to prevent Heaven from causing trouble; the other is to avoid today's scene where Zhao Changhe comes to his door. The two things are actually the same thing, both of which are to control everything by oneself.

in hand.

There is no intention to take on the responsibility of raising children.

But looking at Ling Ruoyu's expression at this moment, I really couldn't say this. Instead, I had to say: "Yes."

Zhao Changhe sighed: "It's too much, blind. I was the one who took care of Xinghe when he was a child. Later, Ruoyu was raised and taught by Hong Ling. You have never done anything except losing a sperm... no, pinching a fetus.

Are you trying to steal people from us? Don’t worry about losing face! I can’t beat you now, if you can, just steal people, let’s see if Ruoyu hates you!”

The night was nameless and silent.

If you want to grab it now, you can indeed grab it... But thinking about Ling Ruoyu's angry resistance, His Majesty the Emperor of the Night, who always made his own arrangements and controlled everyone's destiny regardless of anyone's mood, finally couldn't do whatever he wanted this time.

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