The cold comes and the summer passes, and time flies by like a white horse.

Under Su Yang's care, the willow god has already produced new willow branches, but the son of luck in this plane has not yet appeared.

Urging the villagers to cultivate and watering the willow god became two things for Su Yang to relieve his loneliness.

After staying for a long time, Su Yang sometimes wonders if there is something wrong with the system, or if he has been forgotten by the system.

At the dawn of this day, the night sky was dark and cold, and the surroundings were silent, and even the birds, insects, and beasts were already asleep.

Su Yang, who was lying on the bed tossing and turning, couldn't sleep anymore, and always felt that something was going to happen in his heart.

Su Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, pretended to pinch and calculated, "First, please move the heavens and the earth, second, please be shocked by the ghosts, and third, invite Zhang Sheng to come to the meeting......"

"Hey, there is, presumably today is the day when the son of luck comes."

"After so many years of laziness, I can finally like to be a father with a doll again."

Su Yang washed up and walked out of the stone house, like an ordinary old man, and slowly walked towards the entrance of the village.

When Liu Shen saw Su Yang coming, he happily shook the newborn willow branches.

"Big brother, you got up so early, are you watering me, it's really worrying big brother."

Su Yang jumped up, sat on the eight or nine meters high section of the willow god, and stretched out his hand to pluck the only willow branch of the willow god.

"Lao Liu, you have drunk so much of my river water, why do you only grow one hair, you are still beautiful when you had three thousand long hair."

Liu Shen was congested for a while, and he wanted to shout at Su Yang to break off friendship, but thinking about the gap in combat power and the Tianhe water in Su Yang's hand, Liu Shen decided to endure it.

"Big brother, there are 3,000 hairs, and the fate seems to be long, the more hairs there are, the more troubles you have, so it's better to grow one."

I have known Su Yang for a few years, and Liu Shen's poor mouth skills are also good.

Su Yang pursed his lips and looked up into the distance.

In the hazy night, two people were hurrying in the direction of Ishimura.

Looking at the two of them, Su Yang knew that the person he was waiting for was about to arrive.

Su Yang sat down at the core of the willow god section and restrained his breath.

Liu Shen felt Su Yang's movements, and hurriedly became serious, trying to make himself a normal willow tree.

The only willow branch, fluttering in the night wind, the two of them got closer and closer, and it could be seen that they were a man and a woman.

In the arms of the woman, there was still a swaddling baby, and the baby breath in the swaddling clothes was very weak.

The woman's face was sad, and from time to time she looked at the child in her arms.

"Ziling, can you really save his life by putting the child back in the ancestral land?"

The man known as Ziling hesitated for a moment, and finally just sighed heavily and didn't say anything.

The woman felt despair, and looked at the infant child, and tears flowed down her eyes like pearls with broken threads.

"My hard-working son, why are you so miserable, it's all because your mother is not good, and she didn't take care of you."

The woman's mood was on the verge of collapse, and with the support of the man, she staggered to the entrance of the village and walked to the charred willow tree.

The willow god waved the willow branch with all his might, as if to say to the man and woman, "Come, we have a master here, and we will definitely be able to save your children."

The man stopped under the tree and looked carefully at the blackened branches of the willow god.

"This should be the sacrifice spirit of the ancestral land, just put the child here, I hope the sacrifice spirit can bless him and bless him to live."

The woman's hand holding the child tightened, as if she didn't want to let the child go like that.

"Ziling, if you don't think of any other way, there must be a way to save the child."

The man looked at the frail child in the swaddling clothes, and a look of unbearability flashed on his face.

"But there's no time left, and his supreme bone has been cut away by that soul, there is no other way, only the ancestral land may be able to bless him."

"Is there really no other way?"

"No, I've tried all the methods that can be used, and this is the only way left, put the child down, and let's pray to the priest together."

The woman sobbed and gently placed the baby on the root of the tree protruding from the willow god, and her face was full of love.

"Son, my son......"

The woman looked at the already weak baby, and tears rolled down her cheeks again.

The man turned around in pain, closed his eyes tightly, his hands clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly.

Half an hour later, the darkest hour before dawn had passed, and the sky had begun to brighten.

The man walked up to the woman, gritted his teeth and pulled the woman up caressing the baby's face.

"Time is running out, let's pray to the priest, I hope he can bless our children."

The man and woman prayed to the willow god devoutly.

After praying, the man bit his finger and dropped his finger onto the willow tree's follow.

"I only have my essence and blood, this is my sacrifice, I hope that the ancestral land can bless my son and bless him to live."

The man's essence blood exudes energy fluctuations that are not weak.

The essence blood slowly seeped into the bark of the willow god.

The willow god's lone seedling willow branch swayed happily, as if to reassure the man that he would definitely be a good babysitter for the baby.

Seeing that the essence blood was completely absorbed by Liu Shen, the man exhaled a long breath.

"Thank you for the blessing of the gods, my son will please."

After speaking, the man bowed to Yanagigami, glanced at the baby who was placed on the root of the tree, took the woman's hand and walked away quickly.

The woman who was being dragged away looked at the baby reluctantly, her face already distorted in pain.

The figures of the man and woman disappeared, it was already dawn, and the sky was white.

Su Yang jumped down from the section of the willow tree, squatted on the ground and looked at the infant child.

"The breath is so weak, it looks like it will die at any time, the son of luck in this plane is too different from the son of serious luck."

"Could it be that this is not a son of luck, but a fake?"

As Su Yang spoke, he turned on the system, and the son of luck, who had been blank, finally appeared...... Two question marks appeared.

Son of Luck: ??

Su Yang looked up at the sky where the sun was already rising, and sighed helplessly.

It seems that this baby, who looks like he will hang up at any moment, is really the child of luck in this plane.

"What's special, being a father so many times, it's the first time I've brought a milk doll, do you have to raise some animals that can produce milk?"

Su Yang's father has been a father many times, but the experience of raising a baby in swaddling clothes is almost zero.

Su Yang, who had a headache, picked up the baby in swaddling clothes and walked slowly to the village, planning to go to the house next door to Widow Shi's first to make a difference.

Many villagers who got up early in the morning widened their eyes in surprise when they saw Su Yang walking back from the entrance of the village.

The single old patriarch, how did he come back with a baby.