M The Emperor of the Underworld lowered his eyes and looked at Mei'er: "Yong'er is hungry, you naturally feed him with your own milk, if you are not his own mother, how can you get milk, Yong'er is the next emperor of my netherworld, except for his own mother, other people's milk will never be eaten, the last time you woke up, you were dragged by his cry and stepped into the Qingluan Warm Pavilion, when you saw the child alone, did you feel sad in your heart?

Mei'er's face was bloody, and in a trance, she seemed to hear the desolate cry of the poor hungry child again.

"The child...... He's hungry, why do you leave him alone in the Qingluan Warm Pavilion and go there...... ....... with others."

The word "marriage" rolled back and forth in Mei'er's mouth, and she was stingy after a moment's hesitation.

The Emperor of the Dead leaned down and gently rubbed Mei'er's slightly cool cheeks with his face: "Remember what I said, no, you and I will only bear each other in this life, and the others are floating clouds, what you saw that day was just an illusion, a helpless move, and it was never true."

Don't look into the distance.

"That's nothing to do with me, Mingchen, you don't need to explain, I only care about that kid."

The Emperor smiled, "Mei'er, you can't just care about your son, and you don't care about your father."

Mei'er narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice, "Son."

She picked up the child without hesitation, although she had never held a child herself, but the series of movements were smooth and smooth.

The child was like a ball of soft glutinous rice, clinging to herself, begging for warmth and clothing, and the intermittent, hoarse cry shook herself.

She felt very happy when she sucked......

My son, my son.

I have a child so small, so delicate, so delicate.

Mei'er wanted to laugh and cry, and was stunned for a long time before she said softly: "But my soul ..... I had been shattered in that void space in the Celestial Domain, in other words, I was dead at that moment...... How can a non-existent person give birth to a child.I'm a year after I wake up.The child is so small.It can't be my son.Mingchen.Don't make up this fictional story...... Your son is very cute, and I like it very much when I look at him, but he ...... It can't be my son...... It's impossible."

The Emperor of the Dead hugged Mei'er tightly, and her whole body trembled slightly, showing the panic in her heart.

His warm fingertips gently swept over Mei'er's tightly furrowed brows: "After you returned to me, you and I had fun for a while, and my son was there at that time...... I don't have time to tell you about that incident, so you will use the Jinling Sword to cut yourself."

The expression on his face changed with the words spoken, joy and sorrow.

Mei'er ** sighed.The scene of the blood wave in the sky resurfaced in front of her.It was her blood.With the melting of the Jinling power sword, the blood sprayed in the ancient space.

At that time, she just wanted to put down the battle that started because of her as soon as possible, even if she didn't want to, the bloodthirsty Jinling Sword would still melt her flesh and blood in the end, unless she fulfilled her family's will, killed the Emperor of Heaven, and started the next killing game.

But she was tired of it, and she didn't want this bloody cycle that had lasted for hundreds of thousands of years to continue.

The end always brings with it a debt, and this time, she owes her own child.

"I already had a baby, I ...... I...... No...... I don't know ......."

Mei'er's whole body seemed to be drained by a pair of invisible hands, if it weren't for the Emperor of Hades holding her hard, she would have fallen from the clouds.

She was momentarily faint, and in the confusion she seemed to hear a loud cry again.

"I ...... It can't be, I'm gone, how can I give birth to a child...... If you and my child were still alive, I would have died in my womb...... Mingchen, don't say any more, I'm so sad."

The Hades Emperor gently wiped away the tears welling up from the corners of Mei'er's eyes. According to common sense, you should have turned into ashes the moment the Jinling Quan Sword came out of your body, but because of the existence of Yong'er, your form was preserved, I took you to the open sea, hidden in the ice core of Xuefeng, but your vitality has stopped, and you can't continue to conceive Yong'er, so I took out Yong'er in the embryonic state, and I will conceive it, as long as Yong'er can be born safely, you may be reborn.

Mei'er silently watched the time of the Immortal Emperor.I slept in this silent land.Ignorant and unconscious.So how did he get by?A big man.And how did he conceive a small embryo like a fine dust into a sturdy child?

The Emperor seemed to peek through her inner doubts, and smiled lowly: "I naturally have a law, that process is actually quite interesting, in fact, there was a period of time, I put Yong'er in your womb, but at that time you fell asleep, you couldn't feel it."

Mei'er burst into tears, and then sobbed and sobbed.

**

On a cloud as white as snow, there sat a little boy who was pink and watery, his eyes were round, two big tears hung in the corners of his eyes, his mouth was flattened, and Aunt Yunqi brought him here, gave him a rattle, and said softly: "Little one, sit well, the emperor will come later."

He babbled a few times, but Aunt Yunqi immediately turned around and disappeared into the mist.

He played with the drum boredly for a while, he hadn't seen his father for a while, and every night, Aunt Yunqi put herself in the cradle to sleep, although the lullaby she sang was very good, but she didn't have the familiar smell of her father and mother.

Even though there was a large crowd of people around the cradle, they were all trying to coax themselves, but those were not the two people he wanted to see.

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