Shake off Ling Feng's Ling Shuang, just like a bird out of a birdcage, he almost flew to the sky happily.

Ling Shuang, who felt bored after walking along the avenue for a while, thought about using the light body exercise to leave the avenue quickly when there were fewer people, and suddenly heard a ** sound in the depths of the forest on the side of the road.

Ling Shuang, who didn't want to stay, but when he raised his steps and was about to leave, a baby cry that was so faint that it was almost inaudible came into Ling Shuang's ears.

"Huh? How can there be a baby's cry? Ling Shuangsui didn't want to do much, but her feet followed the hidden intention in her heart and entered the dense forest.

In a weedy layer deep in the dense forest, a woman dressed in lotus-colored brocade was half bloody and half leaning against a small tree the thickness of her arm, and her uninjured hand was holding a goose-yellow swaddling cloth.

The ** sound and the baby's cry that Ling Shuang heard were exactly the result of this injury to a baby and a young child.

The moment the woman heard the footsteps, her uninjured hand tightened the baby she was holding in her arms, and she grabbed an unscabbarded sharp sword beside her vigilantly, and stood up tremblingly against the small tree.

As soon as he entered the forest, he saw the woman pointing a sword at his Ling Shuang, and when he saw her miserable situation, although he had some pity for her, after all, he didn't know about people, and he was obviously injured again, so he had to wave his hand at the woman and explain: "I just passed by and heard the child's cry, so I came in to take a look, you don't have to be so guarded." ”

Ling Shuang thought that the woman would let down her guard when she saw that she had no malicious intent, but who knew that instead of putting down the sword in her hand, the woman swept over with her backhand sword without saying a word.

"Hey, I said, I'm passing by, hey, hey, don't faint, what should you do if you faint the child?" Ling Shuang had just dodged the tip of the woman's sweeping sword when she was startled by the scene where she suddenly fell and was about to overwhelm the child in her arms.

It was easy to hold the woman's body in a panic, and before Ling Shuang could take a breath, she heard the little baby tied in the woman's arms start to open her mouth and cry again.

A lot of bad memories of Ling Shuang's previous life have been lost, but after all, there are still many sweet memories that are hard to forget. Among them is the boy of Fu Mingyuan's uncle, who is the mayor, and Fu Xiaojun's naughty infancy.

Fu Xiaojun is many years younger than Liang Xue, and when Xiaojun was born, Ling Shuang, who was still Liang Xue, was already sensible, because her grandmother was burdened to take care of Xiaojun's affairs, Liang Xue also had an opinion, but she was later suppressed by her mother.

Although Ling Shuang loves and hates Xiaojun, she can't help but slowly like the cute bun that used to be, except for eating, drinking, and crying, but later named Xiaojun Baozi became Liang Xue's loyal little follower.

Ling Shuang, who has experience in taking care of babies, looked at the fleshy little face of the little bun of unknown gender in the woman's arms, and the whole person seemed to have entered a strange theater.

When the woman opened her eyes again, she saw a slender woman in a lilac dress with a hanging sword, sitting cross-legged on a haystack three or four meters away from her, holding the swaddling clothes that had been hanging in her arms in one hand, and a strange-shaped straw worm in the other, and following the baby in her arms. I don't know if it was the light of the sun that was about to set, or the warmth of the woman when she gently teased the baby in her arms, which made the corners of the woman's eyes gradually moisten.

As a cultivator, Ling Shuang found out as soon as the woman woke up, but she felt that even if the woman's injuries were quite serious, she could bandage the wounds of the woman who gave her a sword for the first time when she saw her, and she had already done her righteous, if she didn't like the little bun in her arms, I was afraid that the woman would have fed the beasts in this dense forest and were still hiding and watching in the distance.

So when the woman stared at the baby in Ling Shuang's arms, Ling Shuang just raised her head, glanced at her lightly, and lowered her head to continue to tease the little guy in her arms.

After already understanding that Ling Shuang really had no ill will towards her and the child, the woman's performance aroused Ling Shuang's interest.

Seeing that the woman felt that there was no threat, she adjusted her posture without any image at all, lay on the ground overgrown with weeds more stretched, took a deep breath and said, "What kind of monster are you making up, it's so ugly." ”

"You can bear to come, don't say cool things if you can't make it up." Ling Shuang's psychology couldn't help but gallop through the grass and mud horses, for a child who grew up in a city, and a pseudo-young woman who hadn't been out of the mountains much after being reincarnated, this was clearly contempt.

As if she hadn't heard Ling Shuang's words, the woman shrugged her shoulders and stretched her waist on the grass, ignoring the green grass on her body, moved her neck, twisted her head to the side, and began to close her eyes and yawn again.

Ling Shuang saw that she obviously wanted to sleep, and she almost jumped up in anger, "Hey, I said, you are quite relieved, your child is still in my hands, so you are not afraid of doing anything bad to him?" ”

The woman turned her head to look at Ling Shuang, closed her eyes again, turned her head away, and said something indifferently and calmly that made Ling Shuang almost choke to death with saliva. "If you have that spare time, just wait for him to grow up and then do bad things to him, don't worry, I won't stop you."

Ling Shuang was frightened by her words, choked on saliva, coughed for a long time before jumping up from the ground, pointing to the child in her arms, and the woman lying on the ground pretending to be a dead body, shouting: "Ahem, my meow, you stop a fork, what do you mean when he grows up, I'm doing bad things to him, you can rest assured of a yarn~"

The woman obviously didn't take Ling Shuang's strange words to heart, and she didn't know if she was really tired, or because she was injured and weak, and after a while, there was a faint and almost inaudible snoring.

Ling Shuang looked at the little guy who didn't know what was going on in her arms, and looked at the woman who was lying on the ground sleeping, she rubbed the corner of her forehead vigorously with her free hand with a headache, and muttered in her mouth: "Is it because I dumped my senior brother, so retribution is coming?" ”

Ling Shuang, who thought about it for a while and didn't figure it out, really didn't like this kind of dark and damp place, and couldn't throw the woman and the child in her arms here as wolves, so she could only appoint the woman's black sweet, which made the woman fall into a severe coma.

"Xiaohong, you turn back to your original body and find a cave for us to settle down temporarily, otherwise it will rain later." Raising her hand to look at the pair of small golden eyes on her wrist, Ling Shuang coaxed Xiaohong to find a place to settle down so that she could accommodate this pair of strange women and children.

Although Xiaohong didn't like Ling Shuang's attention to the little thing in her arms, it also understood that now was not the time to lose her temper, so she could only turn back into her prototype and swim towards the jungle overlords hidden in the darkness deep in the dense forest.