"A few years have passed, Miss Ling has a child." Di Jiang's eyes glanced at Su Ling who was playing in the yard, with a motherly smile on his lips, and said, "Oh, no, I should change my name now.
Madam Xuanyuan. It’s not easy for you and your wife to achieve enlightenment."
Ling Luo called Su Ling over, held her in her arms, and said with a smile: "We are both mothers. It's not necessarily easier between you and Luo Ge than between me and Yu."
"Aunt Dijiang, give me a hug."
Su Ling was a little crazy. She stretched out her two little paws and waved to Di Jiang.
Seeing Su Ling's delicate little face and dark crystal eyes, Di Jiang felt that his heart was about to melt. He stretched out his arms, responded to Su Ling's thoughts, and hugged her.
"He was so handsome when he was a child. He will be just like his father when he grows up, with a face that brings disaster to the country." Di Jiang praised, hugging Su Ling with gentle and skillful movements, and said, "When I was in the human world, I
That’s how I hold Xun’er.”
"Hehehe." Su Ling seemed to like Di Jiang very much, turning his head to Ling Luo and winking from time to time.
With such a harmonious and harmonious appearance, Ling Luo couldn't help but feel soft and relaxed, and her wariness was lowered a lot.
But after hugging him for a short while, Di Jiang couldn't help but look a little pale. He covered his chest with one hand and kept coughing.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Luo Ge was very considerate. He stepped forward and put a hand on his wife's back, patting her gently to help her calm down.
"It's okay, it's just an old illness." Di Jiang smiled palely at Luo Ge, looking a little weak.
"Oh, isn't Su Ling too heavy?" The little guy stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.
"Su Ling, come to mother's side."
Ling Luo stretched out her hand and called her youngest son back.
"Uh-huh."
Suling was extremely well-behaved and returned to his mother-in-law.
Seeing Di Jiang's frail appearance, Xun'er couldn't help but look a little sad and said, "When we met my mother, she was already in such a broken body."
"Let me take a look." Ling Luo's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at Di Jiang, who was leaning in Luo Ge's arms, and said, "Luo'er has some medical skills, maybe he can be of some help."
Ling Luo stepped forward, walked to Di Jiang's side, stretched out a hand, placed it on Di Jiang's slender wrist, and listened carefully to her pulse.
It's weak and messy, very messy, sometimes it's rapid, sometimes it seems like it's not there at all.
"How?" Luo Ge cast a questioning look at Ling Luo.
Ling Luo frowned slightly, shook her head, and said: "Di Jiang's symptoms are very strange, as if the three souls and seven souls are incomplete..."
Before he finished speaking, Di Jiang seemed to be frightened, and quickly retracted his wrist from Ling Luo's hand, and even shrank into the arms of her husband Luo Ge, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ling Luo's frown deepened.
"It's nothing." Di Jiang didn't dare to look directly at Ling Luo's face, and kept thrusting into Luo Ge's arms, saying, "Mrs. Xuanyuan, is there a tree of life on your body? That thing makes me feel
Very scared.”
Ling Luo suddenly realized, remembering that when he was at Zhuxingmen, that bad old man once gave him one of his ten main branches.
"Well, indeed there is." Ling Luo nodded and gave Di Jiang a positive answer.