"Ok! I understand!" Chu Ci hung up the dialog box, and his strong mental power swept away all the videos from Soul Dividing No. 2 in fifteen seconds, and suddenly realized.

It turned out that the other person actually made a big show, his wife and children were warm and he had a good harvest of career and love. In addition, he had already smuggled over, and after such a big disturbance, he was immediately focused on the Heavenly Dao of the Fairy Sword World, and even the main god could not be pulled back for a while.

This is so embarrassing!

Chu Ci touched his chin and tried to call Soul Dividing Number One, but the main god space and the Immortal Sword World are currently in a synchronous link between the different time and space. The time of the main god platform is different from the time of the Immortal Sword World. If you are lucky, you will contact the comrades from afar in the next second. If you are not lucky, you will be able to make a fuss when the dialog box is connected.

"The main god space exists for so long, and all kinds of accidents will definitely happen. I think you should have a good suggestion."

Bai Yuan whined, and a hint of admiration rose on his face: "I feel that you are very powerful. You have no protection from the Lord God's Seal. You have a large-scale reversal of the development process of the world and have also been a descendant of Nuwa who is equivalent to the protagonist of Tianding. Now you have children. If Tiandao is conscious, you will probably eat your soul and swallow it up."

Chu Ci: "So, is there a solution? Don't forget that my other soul is still working for you."

"Of course there is, and it's very simple for you."

...

In March, peach blossoms are blooming, but it is still the same peach blossom forest, with pink petals flying, and the carved railings and jade remains.

There were dozens of long auras vaguely around, hiding in the darkness. As soon as the flying sword fell, it immediately surrounded it.

"Private garden, come to stop!"

More than a dozen auras rushed first, blocking Chu Ci's advance. Everyone was a master at the Nascent Soul Stage or above, and there were even seven or eight old women in the Yuanshen Stage. They were shivering with silver hair, and they became stronger and stronger.

"Wait, my own people!" When Chu Ci saw the clothes and clothing of these middle-aged and elderly women, he immediately contacted them with the Saint Aunt, and quickly put away the flying sword and raised his hands.

"Our own? It turns out it's you!"

A shocking and suspicion came from the peach blossom forest. A Jurchen king from the fusion period appeared from the sea of ​​flowers. He had a childish hair and a beautiful face, and he looked so beautiful. He was not the saint.

This is the first time Chu Ci discovered that the Saint Gu was actually a master of True Lord level, but this is not important. The main god may pull himself back at any time. Even if he has the chance to come again in the future, he cannot offset his mistake of not being with Zixuan.

"Is Xuan'er in there? How are you doing recently?" Chu Ci hasn't been with Zi Xuan for nearly a month, so he missed her so much.

"You go in and see it yourself." The Saint Aunt signaled the Taoist protectors of the Saint Aunt's lineage to return to their original place, and at the same time led Chu Ci to the attic.

Chu Ci stepped onto the stairs and pushed open the boudoir, and happened to see an extremely beautiful scene.

The lazy morning light passed through the bead curtain and gently fell on the beautiful woman's soft hair. The picturesque woman leaned on the bed in Shanghai and slept with her slender eyelashes hanging quietly and low, her rosy little lips pursed a smile, and softly exuded the tenderness of motherhood.

Chu Ci was hit by the vital part at once, and his heart was filled with warm warmth.

"Purple" Saint Aunt followed behind and just spoke, but was quickly stopped by Chu Ci.

Entering the house and taking off his boots, Chu Ci carefully picked up Zixuan, as if holding a peerless treasure. The woman with a motherly gentle body seemed to be really tired. She was not awakened. Instead, she seemed to have found a warm safe haven, adjusted her sleeping position, and continued to take a nap in Chu Ci's arms.

When the sunset was setting, Zixuan woke up with her sleepy beautiful eyes, raised her head, and suddenly met her eyes that looked like morning stars.

"Husband, you are here!" Zixuan seemed to have not woken up yet, but just said hello lazyly, with her soft and charming eyes that seemed to be closed and open were thrillingly beautiful.

"Well, Xuan'er, I have something I want to tell you." Chu Ci seemed to be distracted. It was not until Zi Xuan called him the second time that she suddenly realized and hugged the lover who promised to live and die.

Although the time is wrong, the unknown time for return made Chu Ci still impatiently tell his identity.

Chu Ci looked at her quietly, waiting for the storm-like questioning. After all, he is no longer the pure Murong Ziying. He has another identity, another life, and another relationship that is difficult to care about. As an ancient person, Zixuan should need a long transition period to accept this concept of "people outside the sky" from the main god space.

"So, you want me to follow you out of this world." Zixuan was shocked by another vast world described by Chu Ci. After pondering for a long time, she suddenly asked, "Is that Sadako as beautiful as me?"

Chu Ci: ""I couldn't react for a long time.

Zixuan asked again impatiently. Faced with such an eternal problem, Chu Ci was not panicked at all, and said, "Of course you are beautiful!" He said this without any guilt. Although his appearance was unique, Zixuan, who was pregnant, had a more attractive maternal gentleness than Sadako, and her temperament was one point higher than Sadako.

It’s such a thing as temperament, you can’t see or touch it, you can say whatever you want.

"Slippery!" Zixuan smiled softly, without too much entanglement, which surprised Chu Ci.

"Do you think I will scold you? Let's not say that you are the father of the child in my belly. The reason why I like you is not a disciple of Qionghua or a real person in the Nascent Soul stage. What I like is the simple you, no matter whether you are Murong Ziying or Chu Ci, you are always you." Zixuan hugged Chu Ci's neck, exhaled like orchid, and chuckled: "Besides, from what you say, that main god space is countless times stronger than Pangu Father God, and perhaps it can solve the fate of the Nuwa clan's single inheritance for generations and only one person in the world."

"This" Chu Ci was silent when he heard this. In fact, he had already prepared a second plan to deal with Zixuan's divine power being absorbed by his daughter after giving birth. It was only after the subject contacted him that he realized that he was thinking too simply.

"I really want to see our children be born soon and then grow up happily." Zixuan fantasized about happy days in the future and couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Chu Ci had to swallow the words into his stomach, and perhaps it would be better to wait until Zixuan gave birth to her before talking.

...

Ten months pregnant, a baby cry broke the silence. The Saint Aunt, a great master of the True Lord, looked tired and came out of the house with a big red swaddle. There was a small baby inside. The skin on her face was wrinkled, pink and tender, with her eyes closed, like a little monkey.

"Peace of mother and daughter!"

The saint aunt brought the cradle to Chu Ci's hand. Chu Ci clumsyly held the baby in the cradle, and suddenly felt at a loss in his heart. What he saw was his child. He actually had a child, like a dream, which made Chu Ci lose his mind for a moment, and then a huge joy drowns his whole body and mind. The joy and pride of being a father made Chu Ci laugh foolishly.

The house was already cleaned up. As a monk, Zixuan had no problems except that she was a little weak. She leaned on the bed and smiled and watched Chu Ci walk in carefully holding the child, feeling that all this was worth it.

It was a wonderful feeling to be a father for the first time. Chu Ci had a feeling of being unreal, but this unreality became real in the cry of his daughter Qing'er.

He took a bath to make her happy, and Qing'er's cheerful laughter almost melted Chu Ci's heart.

If there is still a trace of haze in the warm days of the family of three, perhaps it is Zixuan's increasingly weak body.

The Nuwa clan inherits the Nuwa divine power, representing the "god" in the "Essence and Spirit" of Pangu Father God. There is no second Pangu Father God in the fairy sword world, so the Nuwa clan who represents the "God" cannot exist at the same time. The consequence of Qing'er's thriving growth is that Zi Xuan's divine power bloodline is declining.

This is a dead end. The world of immortal swords must be left with the Nuwa tribe. Otherwise, if the support of the "God" is lost, the world of immortal swords will be destroyed, but there can only be one of the Nuwa tribes, which violates Chu Ci's bottom line.

"Xuan'er, it's time to make a decision."

Chu Ci hugged Zixuan, who was weak and even difficult to stand, and kissed her almost transparent cherry lips, his heart was like a knife cut, but as a husband and a father, he had the determination he had to make.

"After we leave, Qing'er will be taken care of by A Qing. It will be fine. The Qionghua Sect will also protect her. We will come back in the future and we will not be unable to meet. A Qing, please!"

"I will love Qing'er as my biological daughter." Ah Qing hugged Qing'er and promised Chu Ci and Zixuan.

In Qing'er's ignorant gaze that he still didn't understand, Chu Ci reached out to receive a light of inspiration that appeared out of thin air. The bottleneck that had not been loose for a long time was immediately broken and he was successfully promoted to the Yuanshen stage. However, his Yuanshen stage was not the Yuanshen who understood the rules of the Heavenly Dao in the Immortal Sword World. It was incompatible with the great enlightenment of this world, which immediately made Chu Ci feel a sense of discomfort of being excluded and isolated by the world.

"Xuan'er!"

Zi Xuan understood and immediately passed all the Nuwa divine power in her body to Qing'er. Her life characteristics were weakened to the point of death. Chu Ci raised his hand and beat her, transformed into blood and merged into Zi Xuan's body. The vitality containing the mysterious principles of transforming into life in death immediately maintained Zi Xuan's life.

A white light flashed, and Chu Ci and Zi Xuan disappeared from the spot, leaving only the lonely A Qing holding a baby girl who was not yet sensible.

Ah Qing stared at the place where Chu Ci disappeared in a daze. Qing'er in her arms began to cry, which made her in a hurry. When Qing'er was put to sleep, her beautiful eyes fell into her arms and fell asleep peacefully, with all kinds of thoughts.

After washing up, leaning alone on the Taohua Building.

After all the sails, there are no other things, and the slanting sunset is gushing.

I have a heart of touch, and I will tell anyone.
Chapter completed!