Wei Mingji had a dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on the highest point of a castle built on a cliff overlooking the abyss, and the cold wind rushed up from the bottom of the cliff, blowing the crow-feather cloak on his body with a rustling sound.

In the dark, he heard an inauthentic call, the source of which was unclear whether it was a man or a woman, far or near, and accompanied by an extremely noisy noise.

Just when he was distracted by the voice—

Laugh at!

The sharp blade that came out of his back pierced his body, and the viscous black substance gushing out of the wound slid down the blade to the tip of the knife and fell into the abyss.

The sound of the wind in my ears was instantly replaced by a scream as loud as a torrent and mixed with noise.

He raised his hand, perhaps it would be more accurate to say "claw", the big hand that could pinch and explode the heads of several humans at once pressed on the part of the knife that stabbed out of the body, and there was a burning sound, and puffs of black smoke and scattered crow feathers were swept into the abyss by the wind.

The Demon King turned his head to look over, and the golden hair of the person who came was reflected in the dark night sky of the Demon King City, and the light of the holy sword was reflected like a sun that he could not touch in his life.

Then Wei Mingji woke up, and it took him a few seconds to break free from the unreality of the long dream, and then he felt the touch on his cheek that wasn't quite right.

Yesterday, the baby who was stalked by Mo Wuwei and left behind, the sworn enemy who stabbed him in the kidney with the holy sword in his previous life, was pinching Wei Mingji's cheek with one hand and dragging Wei Mingji's shirt with the other, sleeping soundly in a dry posture.

Wei Mingji felt that all the strength in his life was exhausted in the "fight" with this little thing last night, and took advantage of the gap between Mo Wuwei and Mo Wuwei's initiative to ask to go out to buy baby products, and in the exchange of correctly answering "babbling" and returning "poo" incorrectly, the two confirmed each other's identities and exchanged some simple information.

They were all reincarnated in the same world with scattered memories of their previous lives, but the difference is that Wei Mingji was born more than twenty years earlier than the brave, and there is residual magic on his body, although the family is not very normal, but he was thrown into a cardboard box and abandoned after he was born.

Perhaps it is compensation for the tragic end of his previous life when he was killed by the brave.

On the other hand, this brave man is a little miserable, the annoying holy power doesn't seem to be preserved, except for the memory, he only inherited the face of the previous life, and he is completely an ordinary baby with no power.

"The kids are still foreigners, and the mixed-race children are all beautiful."

For a moment, Wei Mingji thought that Mo Wuwei was scolding.

Mo Wuwei poured the temperature-adjusted milk into the bottle he had just bought, and hugged the brave man who refused to come down on Wei Mingji's body, and the movements and postures were so skillful that Wei Mingji felt that he had worked as a nanny before entering the Trouble Group.

Although there was no such thing as a baby bottle in the original world, the brave man immediately struggled when he saw that the stinky boy in front of him who didn't know whether he was alive or dead wanted to put that badly shaped thing into his mouth.

I don't care about you!

Mo Wuwei didn't expect him to resist so much, and he almost didn't hold it steady: "Xiao Mingjun, don't move, you haven't eaten for a long time, you can't grow your body like this." ”

Wei Mingji: "Wait, what do you call him?" ”

Mo Wuwei raised the bottle in his hand, avoiding the brave man's hands that waved to knock the bottle away: "Mingjun, young master, your 'Ming', gentleman's king." ”

Wei Mingji's forehead was bruised: "Who asked you to name him?" And what's the name of the hell? ”

Mo Wuwei immediately had a "none of my business" expression: "Wronged, this is not what I did, how dare I go beyond the bounds of the young master, it is written on the card." ”

Do you still write about this kind of thing! Wei Mingji thought that what Mo Wuwei had read was all.

"But young master, this name is really good, and you have a father and son...... Belch. ”

Wei Mingji glanced over: "Do you see which family Lao Tzu and son use the same word to name, and it is a kind of disrespect to repeat the word with the elders, and the same word is used by the peers." ”

"Wow...... Young master, your thinking is really feudal and backward, and now it is popular to take one word from each parent's name to make up the child's name, so that it seems that the husband and wife have a good relationship and are inseparable. ”

Wei Mingji: ......

"Ahh In this way, is there a word 'Jun' in the young lady's name! ”

Hell, young lady.

From the first time he saw Mo Wuwei, Wei Mingji tried his best to prevent the other party from using the title of "young master", which is not very good in all senses, but a few years have passed, and it has not changed, only let Wei Mingji understand one thing: Mo Wuwei is not only kraft candy, but also selectively deaf.

Gradually, Wei Mingji didn't bother to correct it, as long as he didn't shout this kind of shameful name in front of others, he would toss with Mo Wuwei.

Fortunately, Mo Wuwei's range of activities is only in the house, and he will not be so mad as to follow him to the company, otherwise Wei Mingji really can't say if he will spend some magic to make this world have one more person who can't speak.

Wei Mingji pulled the hand of the brave man called "Mingjun" in his life away from his face, fortunately, the other party was just a little baby and had no strength, otherwise he would have to lose at least a piece of flesh from his face.

It is estimated that he was too tired from being poured milk by Mo Wuwei yesterday, Mingjun slept very deeply, Wei Mingji turned him over and didn't wake up, if he had the vigilance of the brave in the past, even if he fell asleep, he could sense the movement within a radius of 100 meters.

Probably because he didn't take in enough nutrition after birth, the little baby in front of him looked a little weak, Wei Mingji looked at the former enemy's fragile neck that could be broken almost with a slight break, and the hand hanging by his side moved unconsciously, but in the end he just sighed and turned around and went to the bathroom.

The moment he closed the bedroom door, the baby, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes slowly, his clenched little fists covered with sweat.

Wei Mingji didn't want to get up so early, but because of yesterday's "unexpected situation", the progress of his copy was delayed, and if he couldn't finish this weekend, he would have to empty the record and start over next Monday.

When he passed by the guest room with hot milk and bread, he glanced inside, Mo Wuwei was lying on his back, half of the quilt fell to the ground, and he didn't look sleepy.

This guy really thinks this is his home.

Wei Mingji rolled his eyes, and was about to take breakfast to the game room for a day, when a crisp and pleasant wind chime suddenly sounded at the entrance.

The voice was as ethereal as smoke, and it felt far away but it seemed to echo in my ears.

Yougu Ling, at the age when Wei Mingji thought that the pistol was a basic self-defense weapon, Wei Yang, one of the few things that Wei Yang's mother misled her son, the things of the scourge group, which were originally used to guard against abnormal creatures, were transformed into a doorbell by Wei Yang.

It's so easy to use that you can hear the bell ringing in the hallway even at the other end of the mansion.

Who is this point? Anyway, I remember locking the outer door yesterday.

Wei Mingji frowned and walked to the entrance, put the dinner plate on the cabinet on the side, and then opened the wooden door.

The early morning Yangguan was a little dazzling, Wei Mingji squinted, and only saw a tall figure covered with shadows against the light.

"Hello?"

Wei Mingji stepped back a little, and only then did he see the appearance of the comer.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, full of the atmosphere of the elite in the workplace, stood there expressionlessly, if it weren't for the few white hairs that couldn't be hidden at the sideburns of the other party, just with that angular face without wrinkles, Wei Mingji really regarded the other party as a peer who was only a few years older than himself.

Yes...... Here it is again, here it is again, why are there so many sales recently, before it was just shouting at the outer door, this time this person still looks like a dog, I didn't expect to break directly into the inner door.

The man didn't answer his words, but asked directly: "Wei Mingji?" ”

Wei Mingji, who was bent on wanting a copy of the liver, was a little impatient: "It's me, it's me." ”

"Won't you let me in and sit?"

I'll go, big brother, you have such a big face?

Wei Mingji, who had seen Mo Wuwei's cheekiness earlier, also smiled: "I'm sorry, the family doesn't let salesmen in." And I'm poor, I can't afford it, goodbye, I don't give it away. Oh yes, remember to close the outside door, and I won't care if you trespass. ”

After saying that, he was about to close the door, but the person outside the door directly reached out to stop the door from closing.

What are you doing, you still want to do it? After the noodle sales and telemarketing, has there been a military sale?

Wei Mingji frowned.

The man's mouth, which had been collapsing in a straight line, finally had some curvature, but it was just a smile: "Trespassing into a private house? ”

"Do I need to break in when I get back to my house, son?"