"I know you are working hard to practice in order to enter the divine world as soon as possible, but the ghost path is not the right path after all. You should think twice."
Di Jian knew that Ling Xuewei's reverse scale was Ye Moyan and her child. In order to quickly improve her strength, she had been practicing almost crazily this year.
But...he couldn't just watch Ling Xuewei go astray.
"What is the right path? What is the evil path? What about cultivating spiritual energy? What about cultivating the ghost path? Who can say that the mysterious path must be orthodox? The ghost path is evil?"
Ling Xuewei sneered, "There is no good or evil in the path of cultivation. What is good and evil is just the human heart."
"Xiao Wei'er! You..."
"My heart, my Lord, I know for myself. Di Jian, I have decided on this matter, there is no need to say anything."
Ling Xuewei's figure flashed and disappeared from the room.
Di Jian was left angry and helpless, and finally turned into a sigh.
He didn't notice that a wisp of purple air disappeared silently on the roof.
Nether Split Sky in the dense forest slowly opened his eyes, and the light and shadow flashed through his purple pupils, getting brighter and brighter.
Ling Xuewei's words still echoed in my mind for a long time.
He never thought that in this world, there would be people who would agree with ghosts and say such things.
The blood-red lips were slightly hooked, and a devilish smile bloomed.
Women, I am really looking forward to future fights more and more.
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"Mother! Mother is back!"
As soon as she returned to the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Mianmian ran over like a cannonball and threw herself into her arms.
"Mother, why did you come back? Mianmian is so scared~~"
The little guy is actually very sensitive. He could sense the uneasiness in the atmosphere before, so he stayed silently in the yard waiting for his mother after he came back, even ignoring Xiong Cang's words to her.
Mianmian has a natural dependence on Ling Xuewei. Even though Ling Xuewei doesn't spend much time with her, she still only shows her true emotions in front of her mother.
Maybe this is because blood is thicker than water.
"Why are you staying outside Mianmian? Is it cold?"
"It's not cold..."
The little guy's face turned red from the cold, but he still said he wasn't cold.
Ling Xuewei rubbed her face distressedly, picked up the little guy and walked towards the house.
"Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay, go get a cup of hot milk."
"My subordinate will go right away."
After a while, Xiong Cang brought a cup of hot milk and a cup of ginger soup.
Ling Xuewei first fed Mianmian hot milk, and then drank ginger soup herself.
"I'll take Mianmian to have a rest."
"My subordinates are staying outside. Young master, please call me if you need something."
Xiong Cang went out and closed the door. His warm body lay in his mother's arms, hugging her neck and never letting go.
However, children's emotions come and go quickly. After a while, under her comfort, she turned back to the lively little girl she was before.
"Mom, who is that beautiful uncle? His eyes are so beautiful, they are purple!"
The little guy started enlightenment very early and now he knows many words and things. Of course, all of this is due to the teachings of the two old men.
"Mianmian likes him?"
Didn't you see his face?
Xiao Nizi tilted her head, "I like it!"
"Why?"
"He saved Mianmian! When something heavy fell down and was about to hit Mianmian, he suddenly appeared, picked up Mianmian and flew out! Just like this..."
Mianmian imitated his behavior at that time, jumping up and down, "Then he jumped to the roof in a whoosh, and even Snowball and Uncle Shan didn't react..."
Ling Xuewei's eyes flashed.
He rubbed her red face and said, "Mianmian, some people can't just look at their appearance. You can't think that he is a good person just because he is good-looking or pretty."
"Like that masked uncle?"
Ling Xuewei was silent.
At least this time, he saved Mianmian for real.
"Mom is not talking about him, but about other people. If Mianmian grows up and travels alone in the future, you must remember that you know people and their faces, but you don't know their hearts. You can't just take everything at face value."
Doubt flashed across the little guy's face, but he still nodded obediently, "Mother, Mianmian remembers it!"
"good."
"But Uncle Mask is really a good guy, right? His eyes are so beautiful, and he saved Mianmian, he must not be a bad guy..."
have to.
What I just said is all in vain.
Ling Xuewei stroked her forehead.
Forget it, the baby is still young, let’s teach him slowly when he grows up.
As everyone knows, no matter now or when we get older, we will never be able to change the problem of "judging people by their appearance".
Of course, Ling Xuewei has no idea now.
The little guy fell asleep quickly.
He was a soft and cute ball, drooling, not to mention how soundly he slept, and was not affected by today's events at all. It's just a pity that he didn't see the lanterns.
It doesn't matter, just wait until she wakes up before going.
So in the evening, Ling Xuewei took Mianmian and Xiongcang to guard the lantern festival again, and played until very late before coming back. This time, the little guy was finally satisfied, and he jumped around with his mother in his arms all night, even when he came back
Don't stop.
I kept talking about how beautiful, lively, and fun the lantern festival was. I hugged the rabbit lantern that my mother bought for me, as if it were a treasure. In the end, Xiong Cang promised again and again that he would take good care of it, and then he reluctantly parted with it.
Give him the lantern.
I gave the little one a bubble bath, applied the fragrance, and the white and tender fresh dumplings came out of the oven. I put on the pink and tender baby bear pajamas and coaxed her to sleep.
"Mom, would you like to take Mianmian to the lantern festival in the future?"
"good."
"Mom, you will always stay with me..."
Ling Xuewei said softly, "Yes."
"Mom, actually Mianmian knows that you have a lot of important things to do and you are leaving soon, right? Uncle Xiong and the others don't want to say it in front of me, are they afraid that I will be sad?"
Ling Xuewei felt sour in her heart.
"Mianmian, my mother can't stay with you all the time. Do you blame my mother?"
The little guy hugged her and shook his head, "No! Because I know my mother is very reluctant to let go of Mianmian! If possible, I want to stay with Mianmian all the time, right?"
"Um."
Ling Xuewei hugged the little guy's soft body, feeling extremely moved in her heart.
Ling Xuewei wished she could always be with Mianmian, witness her growth, watch her happy smile every day, and listen to her milky voice calling her mother...
This simplest happiness has become a luxury.
"Mom, are you working so hard for Daddy?" The little guy opened his big black eyes, "When can Mianmian see Daddy?"
"Do you want to see him?"
"Thinking about it!"
Desire flashed in the little guy's eyes.
"Soon, soon my mother will take you to see him."
"Well! Not only dad, but also brother!"
Ling Xuewei's eyes were a little red, "Well! Mom promises you that she will definitely take you to see them."
It's late at night.
She slept soundly.
The little body fell up and down together, sleeping peacefully and beautifully.
Ling Xuewei looked at her quietly for a long time.
Mom, I miss them too.
Therefore, in order to see them as soon as possible, my mother will do her best.