The data that should have appeared on others was all around Yuerao's body.

Yun Mi remembered the strange words that Yuerao said when she met Yuerao at that time.

Chu Buxiu was tempted, and that Yuerao clearly came to her directly. She can appear here, whether it is Yan Wugui and the system's arrangement or Yuerao, who can say clearly.

Yan Wugui stretched out his hand to lead Yun Mi, and clasped his fingers.

The endless army came to the city, and Yun Mi greeted everyone with him. When he came back from this trip, Chu Buxiu looked more capable in comparison, and his original wheat complexion was now a little deeper, and the jujube red horse under his crotch bowed his head.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

This victory deterred the surrounding small countries and raised the prestige of the dynasty, Yun Mi held a yellow shawl in his hand and hung it around his neck: "Welcome back." ”

"Let's go to the city, the people in the city are waiting to see the general's heroic appearance."

I haven't seen it for a long time, behind Mingyun's hands, with the appearance of a little adult, nodded towards Chu Buxiu.

"This ......"

Chu Buxiu looked at Ming Yun, he was not big, but he was not small.

He lifted the man up with one hand and pressed his rough palm on the top of his head; "I haven't seen him for two years, and this kid has grown so big?"

Chu Buxiu hugged Mingyun and went up immediately, and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

Mingyun's eyes were always glued to Chu Buxiu's body, his expression changed from amazed to unbelievable, and finally nodded and was finally willing to reply to him; "I'm afraid."

"Out of breath." Chu Buxiu couldn't help but laugh.

"The main hall has prepared wine, just waiting for you."

Yun Mi folded her hands and was also amused by this scene.

"Okay."

Chu Buxiu patted Mingyun's back; "I'll take this kid with me."

"I don't want it." Mingyun struggled for a moment, stretched out his hand to climb down, and Chu Buxiu pressed him back on his back with one hand: "Be honest with me!" ”

Mingyun grabbed the reins of the horse in one hand, and didn't dare to move at all with Chu Bu's roar.

"Your father and your mother are such a bold person, how can you teach you such a coward."

Chu Buxiu remembered that this kid was bold enough, there were not tens of thousands of souls under his hands, and he was so angry that he scared and cried countless children, and Mingyun smiled when he saw him. And now he says he is afraid?

Mingyun pursed his lips tightly and shook his head: "I'm afraid of heights." ”

"So?"

Chu Buxiu hooked his lips, glanced down, and reached out to grab his collar and pull it off the horse.

"What do you do?"

Mingyun was held in his hand and looked up at him in confusion.

Chu Buxiu raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, and jerked up the horse's speed. The men's wanton laughter and the sound of children crying and crying spread from the south of the capital to the north of the capital, and the people who had been waiting to see the general in the early morning only glimpsed it, and it was rumored that the majestic general on the battlefield was carrying a child in his hand like a carrot and galloped away, and the child was scared with a lot of snot and tears, which was very funny.

Chu Buxiu didn't like the gaze of others.

He's not a god, he's just doing what he's supposed to do.

At this time, he was standing under the palace wall waiting for the large army behind, and the child in the purple prince's robe was crying and wiping his tears, his milky white face was red at this time, and his eyes were swollen into walnuts.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Chu Buxiu took out the oil paper that had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time.

Mingyun sniffed, glanced at him, and lowered his head aggrievedly and didn't dare to say anything.

"Don't you know me?"

Chu Buzhi said, peeled off the oil paper and pinched a piece of cheese crisp: "When you were a child, you liked to stick to me, and you called me daddy every day." ”

"You're talking nonsense."

Ming Yun, who was frightened all the way and refused to beg for mercy, refuted Chu Buxiu's words in a dumb voice at this time, he stared at Chu Buxiu and said, "I have never called someone else's father. ”

"You were young, what impression can you have?"

Ming Yun didn't bother to talk to this crazy critic, he didn't start, his hands folded together and tucked into his sleeves like Yun Mi was used to.

Chu Buxiu wanted to go to the first emperor to offer incense, and then take a short rest before entering the palace. Yun Mi was wearing a dragon robe, and Ming Yun took out his notebook again.

Could it be that she often wrote a diary when she was pregnant, so Mingyun developed such a habit after beating her mother's womb?

"What are you writing again?"

Mingyun hesitated with the pen and nodded another dot on it.

"Do you see anything unusual about Chu Buxiu?"

Yun Mi fastened her belt and paced behind him.

After Mingyun noticed that she was coming, he knew that she couldn't understand it, but he still subconsciously covered his book.

Yun Mi pursed her lips, as if she was recording some ulterior secret.

"Are you going to teach me to Chu Bu to recuperate in the future?"

Mingyun asked coldly.

Yun Mi did mean this, she hummed suspiciously, Ming Yun pinched the notebook, and when she turned her head, her swollen eyes that were teased by Chu Bu were red again: "You want to leave me in the future, right." ”

"What."

"I mean, you and your mother are going to leave me, right?"

"Did you analyze the data?"

Mingyun closed the notebook with a snap, he hid the notebook with his legs, and said, "I don't want to talk to you in the future." ”

"Mingyun?"

As soon as Yun Mi called him, Mingyun walked faster.

"What is he talking about?"

That's right, it is established that Yun Mi does intend to leave when Mingyun is eighteen years old. She can't stay in this country all the time. She has been here for many years for the sake of her son.

When Yan Wugui came to look for Yun Mi, he happened to see Ming Yun running out angrily, he was tripped and fell to the ground, Yan Wugui sighed and was about to help him, only to see him stand up by himself, and stumble forward.

"Just ......"

Yan Wugui stepped into the threshold, Yun Mi looked back at him, and looked like nothing had happened: "What's wrong?" ”

"Did you say anything to Mingyun? Look at the way he looks in a bad mood. ”

"I said that."

Yun Mi scratched his head and let out a long sigh: "Yan Wugui, you said that we who are controlled by the host, are we people or data?" ”

"Are you stunned?"

After living with his son, Yunmi often discussed data issues with him.

Chu Buxiu's blackening value has never changed, and from his son's mouth, Yun Mi boldly guessed whether it would be that the data of this world was broken. It's like a piece of software that has a bug.

"Mingyun just asked me if we would leave him, and asked me if I was going to send him to Chu Bu to recuperate. It always feels as if I have read through our minds. ”

"That's interesting."

Yan Wugui pursed his lips and smiled.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, and in the mottled was Mingyun squatting in the corner of the wall and writing words on the branches.

"There is a demon in the world, born with the moon, named Dream Tapir."