It is said that Yuna carefully carried the baby who was just one month old back home. She did not check whether he was comfortable, nor did she help him breastfeed, nor did she play with the chubby baby. She sat at the dining table and thought hard for an hour.
, finally decided to name him Wuji.
Dizzy, I thought she was so solemn, what was she thinking about?
She told him that this name was good enough, and it meant he had no taboos and no taboos. She just wanted him to live a life without taboos.
He didn't expose her.[
Because Wuji knew that there happened to be a copy of Yuna's favorite martial arts novel on the dining table that day. She couldn't think of a name so he casually gave her the name of the male protagonist of the novel she was once obsessed with.
She used to be obsessed with martial arts books every day and put a hundred times more effort into reading spells.
Wuji also protested seriously about this name, but the person involved would rather die than give in and refused to change his name. Over time, he got used to it. He could only comfort himself by saying that the name was just a code name.
A witch and a vampire, this strange combination lives a peaceful and comfortable life in the world.
He secretly earns all the money that Kaizi brings to his doorstep, and occasionally sells love potions to those crazy men and resentful women. Of course, the price is high and there is an exchange of contracts.
Despite the harsh conditions, a large number of people are still willing to come to our door.
I don’t know what’s going on in this world. Even the most sacred love needs elixir.
"Wuji, help me comb my hair beautifully." She didn't like his stupid daze.
After years of getting along with each other, Wuji has been honed to become proficient in all kinds of martial arts. He muttered in a routine manner, but his hands quickly took the comb handed over by Yuna.
"What's for breakfast today?" Wuji's hand combing her hair was very gentle, and he tangled her black hair smartly, and the elegant and noble bun was completed in an instant.
"Your favorite!" Egg yolk pie with crispy shrimp, nourishing and moisturizing papaya juice, and a little rice porridge to soothe her throat before meals.
She winked at him sweetly, jumped to the dining table, and swallowed without any image.
Wuji held back his smile and coughed slightly, his blood-red eyes filled with love and tolerance that belied his age.