"I don't doubt Xianxian." Chongxuan's eyes dimmed, and he slowly walked towards Xianxian, sighing and saying, "Xianxian, I want to know, besides you, who else would use a weapon like yours!

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"Are you talking about my locking scythe?" Xianxian blinked and looked at Chongxuan innocently, "Well, not many people use it. At least the people from the Juzhi sect don't know how to use it. They use the locking scythe."

All of them are from our Iga sect, and they must be jounin among ninjas.

Those who can use the lock sickle. But our Iga sect did not send anyone to the Central Plains. Jiro and brother Takuzai are dead, so I am the only one. Could it be that there are still people from the Iga sect who came to the Central Plains?" Xianxian fell into a deep confusion.

While thinking, he shook his head in confusion.

"Who could it be?" Chongxuan sighed and looked at the light brown sky with bright eyes. The colorful remaining snow was still scattered. On this cold winter day, the person beside him on the pillow was still there.

Where have you wandered? Xiaoshang, Xiaoshang, if our minds are connected, please tell me where you are and let me save you! Chongxuan closed his eyes and started to read in his heart.

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Snowflakes have been flying all day and night, and a thick layer of white snow has accumulated on the ground, and everything is covered with snow. The coals in the house are crackling, and Xiao Shang is leaning on the bedside, holding the one-day-old child in his arms.

She looked at this fragile little life lovingly, and felt a little sad in her heart. She was really not a good mother, and the child had not yet been born.

She has put him in dangerous situations again and again since his birth. Walking in the rain on the sea, rolling in fear on the steps, and now, she has let the child who was born in spring come early.

Now, she is savoring this harsh winter, and what worries her most now is that her milk supply is running out, and her newborn baby cannot be weaned.

The old lady who delivered the baby came in with a bowl of hot stuff. She looked at Xiao Shang who was leaning on the bedside with a smile. She put down the bowl of stuff and breathed out: "Mrs. Gao, I brought my old mother's baby."

The chicken was killed,

It's stewed. I tasted it and it tasted a little old. It's not as good as yours. Don't dislike it. For the sake of your child, eat a little. This stuff stimulates lactation." As he said this, he already took the bowl of chicken soup and asked for it.

Give it to Xiaoshang.[

Xiao Shang stared at the old lady with a sore nose, looking at the bowl of chicken soup. An old hen from a poor family could be said to be their entire property, and now she actually killed the old hen that laid eggs for herself.
Chapter completed!