"I'm worried about Wanwan, after all, she is my wife. The role of the hero saving the beauty is more appropriately performed by me." Yu Longting flicked his long finger, sending out a light-yellow glowing sphere.
Yun Hao caught it with a frown, "North Sea Snake Dragon Inner Pill."
"I'm giving it to you. You've just been reincarnated; your strength is not very stable. Use this to consolidate it," Yu Longting said nonchalantly.
Again, a Snake Dragon Inner Pill.
How many Snake Dragons had he actually hunted down last time he went to the North Sea?
Yun Hao pursed his lips, slightly nodding his head.
At the moment, with his lips pursed and a serious expression, he especially resembled a primary school student who couldn't solve a problem. Updates are released by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
I suddenly noticed something different about Yun Hao's height, "Yun Hao, have you grown taller since yesterday?"
"Good eye," Yun Hao said with a hint of appreciation in his cool eyes.
Only then did I realize something, "Your growth... could it be that you've aged..."
Not only had Yun Hao grown a bit in height, but his youthful face also seemed to have matured slightly.
"For Yun Hao, one day is equivalent to a hundred years. He has just recovered three hundred years," Yu Longting explained with a smile, then looked at Yun Hao with a mocking tone, "Yun Hao, you should find a place to enter seclusion and restore your cultivation. It's not good for your image to always appear as a child."
"Image means nothing to me. I am off to the Wang Family to find the Ancestral Fox Remnant Soul." Yun Hao's figure flashed, stepping into the vast expanse of mountains and vanishing from sight.
Yu Longting lowered his gaze, his fingers resting on my abdomen as if sensing something, "With the Zhang Family and Lin Family affairs at hand, and the Wang Family being notoriously cunning and sly, it's probably not going to be easy to find."
"If it can't be found immediately, then we'll search slowly. I'm just afraid we might provoke some untouchable characters again."
Considering what I'm currently going through, I'm not too optimistic about the continued search for the Ancestral Fox Remnant Soul.
Yu Longting's palm infused a soft and cold force into my abdomen, teasing me, "What are you thinking about? There's only one Zhang Shuying in this world. Do you think everyone is like him, a once-in-a-lifetime genius? Aside from your husband, the number of people who can restrict Yun Hao is quite few."
"I'm just a bit worried. Have you cured Dumpling?" I remember the night when Dumpling pushed Zhang Shuying over, standing up for me; the feeling of heaviness in my lower abdomen suddenly disappeared.
Yu Longting and I walked together on a mountain path, "The little guy is quite capable. Zhang Shuying has Protective True Qi; when Dumpling ran to harm Shuying, he was naturally repelled by that True Qi. Lucky for him, his heart meridian wasn't damaged; otherwise, he would already be gone..."
"Dumpling is too willful; it's quite worrying," I thought for a while and discussed with Yu Longting, "How about we find an opportunity to teach Dumpling a lesson together?"
"Why bother teaching him? So many men, so much responsibility," Yu Longting's parenting beliefs were completely opposite to mine.
He only cared that his son be a responsible person, completely disregarding how dangerous impulsiveness can be.
I straightened my expression and discussed the matter seriously with him.
I felt that the child was so young, we should teach Dumpling more about protecting himself.
Ultimately, after my relentless efforts, Yu Longting was persuaded.
We decided that once Little Dumpling healed and woke up, we would jointly provide him with an education filled with love.
Ancient Water Village lay on the must-pass route to town.
As soon as we entered the village, I smelled a trace of blood, "Strange, this area is all farmland, and I didn't see anyone slaughtering livestock. Why is there a smell of blood?"
"Look, there," Yu Longting, with his sharp observational skills, directed his gaze toward the fields.
In the green wheat fields, there was a bloody skeleton of an ox, judging by its shape. It still had ropes around it and was attached to farming tools, as if it had been diligently plowing the field just a second before.