Although Qi Xiaohuang is tough-talking and merciless in his words, in fact he is just arrogant.

Muyan suddenly reached out and picked up the person together with the gray cloth.

Qihuang's whole body stiffened for a moment, and then he shouted: "Jun Muyan, you, you, you, what are you doing? Don't you understand that men and women do not kiss each other? You, please let me down quickly."

Muyan sneered, and patted her white and tender little buttocks, "You are a weapon spirit, what are you talking about with me about the relationship between men and women?"

Qihuang threw off the gray cloth and shouted angrily, "Jun Muyan, you still know that I am a noble and eternal weapon spirit. You, you are so audacious that you dare to hit me..."

"Little butt." Muyan kindly added for him.

Qihuang was so angry that he almost fainted, "Asshole, when I recover, I will never let you go!!"

He had a cold look on his face, murderous intent, and a menacing look on his face.

It's a pity that these expressions and coercion looked evil and terrifying on the face of young Qihuang.

When it comes to the white and tender little baby in front of me, all that remains is its charming cuteness.

Muyan finally couldn't control her claws, so she grabbed her soft little face and pulled it.

Oops, it’s really good!

It's softer than Xiaobao's face.

Qihuang went completely crazy, and his hands and feet seemed to be scratching and dancing wildly.

"Bastard bastard bastard! Jun Muyan, I want to kill..."

Before he finished yelling, Muyan's hand that was holding his face was already stroking the back of his head.

There is a little bit of tenderness and gratitude in the peach blossom eyes that have always been lazy and evil.

"Qihuang, thank you!"

The rage that filled Qihuang's body suddenly leaked out like a punctured ball.

He snorted, "You, don't think that I will let you go if you say that."

Muyan continued: "Besides, I think Qi Huang is really cute like this, and I like it very much."

The white and tender cheeks turned crimson almost visibly to the naked eye.

Qihuang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

He only felt that his heart was beating so fast in his chest that it almost burst out of his chest.

If...he is a weapon spirit with a heart.

"You...like..." Qihuang's voice was hard and nervous.

But before he could say anything, Xiaobao rushed in from outside.

As soon as she saw Muyan holding a little doll carved in pink and jade.

The future little master of Jiyu, who had always been calm and precocious, and could not change his face despite the collapse of the mountain, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Who is this little doll?

Why did his mother hold him so affectionately?

Could it be that his position as the most important treasure in his mother's mind was about to be taken away?

When he thought of this, Xiaobao rushed over without thinking, hugged Muyan's thigh and said, "Mother."

On the raised, delicate face, a pair of watery blue eyes were filled with admiration and longing, "Mother, hug me!"

Muyan was shocked.

This...is this Xiaobao acting coquettishly with her?

Her baby has always been calm and rational, and does not have the innocence and willfulness that others of his age should have.

This is the first time that Xiaobao shows the posture that a five or six-year-old child should have.

Muyan quickly put Qihuang down, hugged Xiaobao into her arms, and kissed his face, "What's wrong, baby?"

Xiaobao didn't say anything, but rubbed her neck and looked at Qihuang coldly.

I don’t care who you are? But my mother is mine!
Chapter completed!