Compared to the strangeness and long-term pregnancy in Yaoyue's belly, Xiaoxi and after birth are not much abnormality compared to ordinary babies.

The only headache is that I am too energetic and I am curious about everything. I like to jump around before I learn to walk, and I feel more excited as I fall.

He is obviously a porcelain doll, but he always likes to turn himself into a mud monkey.

In the Yihua Palace, many people are curious about the sudden appearance of this doll, but they dare not talk too much. At most, they make random guesses in their hearts.

Because Yao Yue appeared in everyone's sight again, and became more perfect than before, her skin was as crystal clear as ice crystals, like fairy Guanghan.

Obviously, this is a strange phenomenon that Ming Yugong has practiced to the ninth level

In the Yihua Palace, the atmosphere became depressed again.

Yao Yue obviously doesn't like Xihe and often shows murderous intentions.

Seeing this, Lianxing didn't dare to let Xiaoxi and leave her side for a moment.

She still believed that Ji Wushang was Xihe's biological father, because in Yihua Palace, Xihe was only close to two people, and Lianxing was because she had been taking care of Xihe.

Ji Wushang was not very close to Xihe. Although he was concerned about it, he seemed to be aimless, but Xihe was extremely dependent on intimacy.

Apart from the blood relationship, Lianxing couldn't think of any other reason.

Ji Wushang guessed that the big reason he could have such a great attraction to Xihe was probably the purple flame in his body.

In addition, he found that Xihe's past life and Ren Yingying's memories seemed to have completely disappeared, and no influence was left behind.

This made Ji Wushang disappointed and gave up with another experiment idea.

Not long after, Shu Han came to report that Yan Nantian ran away.

Ji Wushang didn't care, and he didn't want anyone to do anything, so it would be fine if Yan Nantian was not dead.

Xihe grew up and gradually showed differences from ordinary people. She was very smart, very bear, wild, and she was not as good as a four-year-old child.

After the ninth level of Yao Yueming's Jade Master, he found Ji Wushang to beat him again. However, Lian Xing was still bombarded by Ji Wushang.

Facing someone who is stronger, stronger than yourself, and never sees distance, no matter how proud you are, sooner or later you will be numbness and despair.

Gradually, Yao Yue never thought about it and went to find Jiang Feng to avenge her shame. She became more and more like a person, no longer just a cold, delicate and noble jade.

If Jiang Feng had half of Ji Wushang's strength in his original fate, no matter his character, it might be another ending.

Time can fade something.

Young babies are sometimes really troublesome, but precisely because of their innocence and purity, they are also the easiest to break through other people's psychological defenses.

Whether it is forced or not, Xihe is born by Yao Yue. When Yao Yue becomes a god or a demon, it is also the time when motherhood returns.

The one who feels most gratified is Lian Xing. Although Yao Yue is still lukewarm with Xi and is not cold or warm, she is willing to try to accept it and no longer reveals her murderous intent.

Unfortunately, Lianxing was not happy for long, and Ji Wushang took Xihe away.

Before, Jiang Xihe stayed in Yihua Palace, but he wanted to take care of his young child because Ji Wushang did not want to take care of his children. He had never done such a thing in his two lives, so he could only worry about Pity Xing.

If you don’t know the truth, you must say a scumbag.

...

Outside the palace of Yihua.

"No need to think about it again. With your current martial arts skills, entering the Zhenwu Palace is almost the same as one person and above ten thousand people." Ji Wushang invited Lianxing again.

Lian Xing hugged Xihe who was urging towards him, pinched his pink face lovingly, and turned his head and said, "It's good to Yihua Palace, I don't want to leave."

Lianxing was not very interested when he ran to Zhenwu Palace to be Ji Wushang's subordinates.

Ji Wushang didn't care either, so he reached out to take Xihe: "There will be a date later."

Xihe said with a vague scent of milk: "Wet, where are you going?"

Lian Xing refused to give up, but said nothing and turned around and disappeared.

Ji Wushang glanced at him, shook his head gently, and was not interested in forcing him.

He lowered his head and saw his big watery eyes staring at his little thing, and smiled and said, "Little guy, I won't be like your aunt."

Although Xihe is much smarter than her peers, her limited understanding ability when she heard Ji Wushang's words at this time made her stare at her innocent and confused eyes, blink a few times, and then laugh happily.

She would not have thought that she had said goodbye to the carefree days of Yihua Palace.

...

A few days later, on the deserted road.

Ji Wushang was wearing a plain white robe, a straw hat and a black gauze covering his face. He was rarely low-key, and he walked alone with a backpack.

Shortly behind him, a small figure twisted and followed slowly.

The originally exquisite clothes were now covered with mud. The original color was covered with soil. The little face, which was like porcelain, was wet, and sweat mixed with dust.

The watery eyes were filled with indescribable grievances.

puff!

The little thing suddenly fell down, perhaps because she had already fallen to experience it. She instinctively protected her face with her hands to prevent being scratched by gravel.

But those hands, both palms and arms, had already been cut through, and a few red marks were added again, which made her nose so sore.

"I can't walk..."

Ji Wushang turned his head and said gently: "If you can't walk, stop."

After saying that, he continued walking on his own without any intention of stopping.

The little thing was immediately wronged, tears rolled in her eyes. She bulged her face and got up in a panic. Her short legs were tilted and her legs were tilted and slanted.

She chased the back that was getting farther and farther away: "Wet...wet...wait...wait me..."

The crystal liquid falls from the eye sockets, which makes people feel sorry for and sad.

“…wet…don’t…save me…”

One hour later.

Ji Wushang looked at the little thing sleeping soundly indifferently in the middle of the road, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the mud, dirty and black.

The little face wrinkled tightly, revealing fatigue and anxiety.

The next day, a small figure flew on Ji Wushang in the inn.

The little thing pulled Ji Wushen's clothes and cried with tears in his eyes: "Wet...wet, don't leave Xihe, I will listen to you..."

Ji Wushang lifted her from her body and put it on the ground. He poked her forehead lightly with his fingers and said softly: "Go to have dinner first, and continue on the way today."

When the little guy heard this, his face bulged and his watery eyes were begging.

Ji Wushang turned a blind eye, his eyes fell on her smooth and pink little fat hands. The shallow scars left by the way yesterday had disappeared.

This phenomenon has been repeated in recent days.

Looking at the little thing that had eaten three large bowls of millet porridge and was not going to stop, Ji Wushang's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

He has been measuring the physical strength, endurance, and recovery of the little thing these days, and now he has a rough understanding of it.

Overall, although they are too young, their physical fitness limits are similar to those of seven or eight years old children born in wealthy families.

What surprised him even more was the outrageous resilience.

Ji Wushang felt that the potential of small things should be developed well.

Just as I was holding a big bowl and licking the bottom of the bowl, the little thing that was deliciously eaten suddenly shook, and my neck shrank like a fear of the cold, and those innocent eyes blinked in confusion.

Ji Wushang didn't hurry up. Along the way, he didn't drive a horse or a carriage, leaning on one leg, as if walking aimlessly.

Behind her, you can always see a small figure following her stubbornly.

No matter how clean the clothes were before departure, they would be black and dirty soon after, and the porcelain doll turned into a mud monkey, like a little beggar.

However, perhaps knowing that Ji Wushang would never stop and wait for her, and even more so, when she was so tired that she could not walk, she turned around and carried her on her back.

Although she fell again and again, she would hum and stubbornly get up, for fear that she would not be able to keep up with the back and be abandoned by him.

She would no longer beg Ji Wushu to stop waiting for her, but would only close her mouth, bulging face, and persist silently and stubbornly.

She became stronger and stronger.

Even if Ji Wushang walked away, he did not really care about him.

He has been holding the limits of the little thing.

Even though I was exhausted on the first day, I was still full of energy the next day.

That outrageous recovery is a monster at this age.

The little thing is almost the same as he created it himself, but it is actually not related by blood, but in terms of causality, it can indeed be called a father and daughter.

In nature, various creatures have their own ways of cultivating their own ethnic groups.

If the lamb is cultivated by raising wolf cubs and the limit of its own potential and strength is ignored, the sheep will definitely not live long and will eventually seek death.

Similarly, by raising rabbits, the tiger will gradually lose its potential in its bloodline, which is equivalent to being useless.
Chapter completed!