The little milk baby was really helpless, and began to bow his head to play with Little Dingding, he couldn't communicate with this big man.

Love it.

Zhan Wuming cautiously lay on the ground, crawled over little by little, stared at the little milk baby without daring to blink, pointed at himself with his finger, and asked in a trembling voice: "Me?" Daddy? What you're saying is,, you, Daddy, is... Is it? ”

The little milk baby was playing with Ding Ding and was playing hard, so she didn't pay attention to him.

In the time of waiting, Zhan Wuming was like being bombarded by rolling thunder, and his whole person was scorched inside, and his heart was even more nervous than that of the cave room that day.

Maomao's eyes widened, and she crawled over little by little, learning to be ignorant, looking at the little milk baby like a monster.

The little milk baby was a little hungry, so she withdrew her hand and shouted milkily at Zhan Wuming's milk: "Dad..., Bao... Hungry. ”

Zhan Wuming danced excitedly, and suddenly knocked Maomao, who was too close to grab the camera, out of the cave. As soon as Mao Mao said that the little milk baby was the son of Zhan Wuming, there was a sound of shaking mountains and running outside.

The animals who watched the excitement all ran madly towards the mountains and fields, shouting as they ran, "The king's son is here, the king's son is here!" Come and see, come and see the little prince! White and fat, tender and delicious! ”

When Zhan Wuming heard this broken gong voice, his face instantly darkened, "Who's who?" Who said The Little Prince was delicious? Which of you has itchy teeth? ”

The animals instantly shut up, silent.

After running for several miles, he changed his tone and shouted, "The king's son is coming, the king's son is coming!" Come and see, come and see the little prince! White and chubby, tender and juicy! ”

Zhan Wuzhi looked at the little milk baby at a loss, and the little milk baby said in a milky voice: "Stupid! ”

Zhan Wuming didn't dare to blink, for fear that this little milk baby was an illusion and some kind of goblin conjured up to coax him to play. It wasn't until he touched the little milk baby up and down that even Xiao Ding Ding checked the old man for a long time, and finally believed that this was his son with Mo Lian.

This little milk baby crossed his waist and told him to get out of his father's way, scolding people stupidly, exactly the same as when Mo Lian was about to get angry and beat him.

Mao Mao was even more happy, and brought all the things that could be eaten and chewed in the mountains and forests, and there were still beasts outside rushing to this place in an endless stream, all carrying greeting gifts, to pay homage to the little prince's demeanor.

The little milk baby crawled around among the mountains of food, picking and picking, and was very busy. giggles and laughs from time to time, so cute that Zhan Wuming and Maomao are soft all over.

At this time, I am afraid that the little milk baby will soak for them to eat, and they can shout fragrant while eating.

Zhan Wuming began to regret running away from home and failing to intercept Mo Lian in time. also hated himself for not understanding the amorous feelings, and repeatedly refused to believe that Mo Lian's heart was not cold.

Of course, Mao Mao didn't dare to tell Mo Lian's words before leaving.

It wasn't until three days later that Zhan Wuming heard such a passage when he was squatting with Mao Mao, and he fell into the dung pit at that time.

It's late.

These two words suddenly appeared in his heart, it is too late to come in this life, it is too late to love, and it is too late to repent.

Mo Lian returned the little milk baby to him, which is the cause and effect, and he really won't have anything to do with him anymore.

It was the deepest realization he had ever realized.

He stood in the stream and soaked in the cold winter weather for a full day, and only after feeling what it means to be cold before slowly climbing to the ground.

The New Year's Festival is approaching, and Zhan Wuming finally remembered what Su Qianruo said, he is a human, not a monkey, and he has to live a festival if he is a human.

He began to learn to write and learn to write Spring Festival couplets.

I began to learn to tell bedtime stories to my little milk baby.

Winter goes to spring and comes again, and the little milk baby can already run all over the mountains. Although he doesn't run fast or steadily, he occasionally falls and bites, biting his lip and pretending not to shed tears.

At the beginning of the new year, the Xiuzhen Conference will also begin.

In the past few months, from the south to the west, Mo Lian and Su Qian walked for three months before coming to the city of Weiyang.

The tall and majestic city wall, the black-background flag waving in the wind, the three big characters of iron pen and silver hook are tree, and the city is not young.

It is said that there are 108,000 protective flags in Weiyang City, which are all over the walls, hunting in the wind, and no one can touch them.

The people queuing up to enter the city were pressed one by one.

The young people and people of those sects in front of Su Qianruo and Mo Lian were extremely stable, staying quietly in a square area, slowly moving with the flow of people.

Unlike the teams from other places, they will look around from time to time and point and point, which is a lively and noisy scene.

Compared with them here, it is like a pool of stagnant water, which is particularly eye-catching.

People with good deeds kept asking if the people in this column were all sent from the tombs, and they all had dead faces, not smiling, like a group of dumb people.

Countless people who had been scalded or threatened with scissors, or licked by an army of ants, glanced back in vague fear.

Mo Lian poked Su Qianruo, who was about to fall asleep, "Hey, those people are looking at you again?" You said that you don't stop at all along the way, like a night owl, meditating during the day and beating people at night, why didn't I find you so stubborn before? It's almost time to have a fight with the little milk baby. ”

Su Qianruo hummed in a daze, barely opened her eyelids and glanced at her, "It's all the practice equipment you deliberately get, I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past few months, and I'm already insensitive." Seriously, you weaned your little baby at the age of one, so you're really not afraid that he will find his mother? ”

Mo Lian raised her chin and snorted, "If Zhan Wuming can't even handle a little milk baby, it's better to fall into the dung pit and drown." The old lady and him are clear, the little milk baby is his species, and he should be tossed and tossed.

That time with Wen Gong, if I hadn't suddenly swollen and flashed, would I have been so miserable?

It's all to blame for the surname Zhan. ”

As soon as Mo Lian said the words of blaming Zhan for ignorance, she was uneasy and talked endlessly.

Su Qianruo automatically closed his ears, filtered out these resentments that he was used to hearing, and seized the time to make up for sleep.

Her eyes are green, like two big panda eyes, her chin is becoming more and more pointed, and the whole person is black and thin, and she can't see the beauty and ugliness.

Entering Weiyang City, the two women first settled down for a while, and then went to sign up with the flow of people, the preliminary round lasted for a month, only fifty of the contestants in the first domain could advance, and the semi-finals were ten of the three hundred and fifty contestants in the seven domains, and the jade disc was awarded.

In addition to the right to use the teleportation array, the person who gets the next disc also needs to obey the deployment of the king of the realm and participate in the realm competition in a year.

These future events are not in the scope of Su Qianruo's attention.

The two of them went for two of the ten jade plates.

As for what competitions they will participate in in the future, they are not sure where they are, and of course they will not be able to fulfill this obligation.

In the dry region alone, 9,000 people signed up for this event, and 100 races were held every day in the four arenas in the southeast, northwest, and northwest. (To be continued.) )