Yuwen looked at the little guy in his arms with a headache, because the rest of the people were still cultivating and hadn't woken up, so the task of taking care of the little crying bag fell on him.

How to say it.

The physical strength of the child is really good and has been crying.

Tears were pouring down.

From yesterday to now, there has been a short pause in the middle of the process.

Suzaku felt sorry for its little master, so he went to the forest to get the animal's milk.

But the little crying bag doesn't like to drink.

The crying was louder.

Yuwen clearly felt that he was definitely not hungry, and probably wanted to kiss his father and mother.

But Jiang Wumian took Ye Qingwan away, and he didn't dare to go over and disturb without permission.

It's also too hard.

"He's still crying?"

A gentle voice came, and Yuwen Jiming looked over in surprise, looking at Ye Qingwan as if he had seen an angel.

"Are you feeling better?" He looked at Ye Qingwan's face was still a little pale, as if he hadn't recovered, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Ye Qingwan bowed her head lightly and hugged the little crying bag from Yuwen Jiming's arms.

It's also strange, as soon as the little crying bag saw Ye Qingwan, he stopped crying in an instant, blinked his eyes, and looked at her curiously, those eyes, one blue and one purple, the eyebrows were a little red, and he was not like an ordinary child, who had just come out wrinkled, he was white and tender, and he was too good-looking.

"Babble, babble—"

"No wonder your dad named you Little Crying Bag." His eyes are not red.

When Jiang Wumian walked out, he saw Ye Qingwan holding the child in his arms, twisted his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Your body has not recovered yet, he is so heavy, if you are too tired to hold it, let me hold it." ”

Since the birth of the crying bag, Jiang Wumian didn't even look at it, let alone coax it patiently.

Sometimes when I hear the cry of the little crying bag, I will only threaten him in a low voice that he is not allowed to cry!

Yuwen Jiming stood aside, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

How can this man look at his son as if he is looking at an enemy?!

It's my father!

Before Ye Qingwan could speak, Jiang Wumian had already taken the little crying bag in her arms away.

But even if Jiang Wumian is not kind to the little crying bag, when the little crying bag sees Jiang Wumian, he smiles more happily than when he sees Ye Qingwan.

In that way, it is clear that he likes Jiang Wumian very much.

But Jiang Wumian still disliked him very much.

Yuwen Jiming asked Ye Qingwan: "Little Master, is the child's name called?" ”

"Jiang Simu, the words are heavy."

Yuwen Jiming frowned at first, and subconsciously asked: "What I want is the meaning, it can't be the meaning of the tomb of the four divine beasts, right?" ”

Ye Qingwan did not speak.

Jiang Wumian didn't speak.

Little Suzaku was also stunned for a moment.

It's just that the little crying bag seems to hear someone calling his name, babbling and shouting a few times.

Yuwen Jiming: "......"

It's a random name.

When the little crying bag was held by Jiang Wumian, he was obedient, his little hand pulled his clothes, and occasionally accidentally pulled his hair, Jiang Wumian also lowered his head slightly, letting him pull it.

The spoiling in that eye is not fake.

Jiang Wumian looked into his eyes, reached out to caress his eyes, and when he waved them away, the heterochromatic pupils had already turned into a pair of black pupils.

The black and dull ones do not have a trace of variegation, and the glass is generally transparent.

Even the cinnabar red in the center of the eyebrows was hidden.

Although the little crying bag didn't know what Jiang Wumian had done, the little hand subconsciously held Jiang Wumian's little thumb, and then sent it to his mouth.

Jiang Wumian's face darkened, and he let the little crying bag put his hand into his mouth.

Little crying bag, crying for almost a day, is really hungry.

Jiang Wumian looked at Yuwen Jiming, "What is the thing in your hand?" ”

"Suzaku brought it back from outside, but there are still animals in this sunset forest?"

He didn't know where Suzaku got it from.

Ye Qingwan watched the little crying bag holding Jiang Wumian's hand, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "Let him drink mine." ”

Jiang Wumian looked at her worriedly: "Can you physically stand it?" He's a boy, not so squeamish. ”

"He was just born, so it's better for me to come in person."

Ye Qingwan said and took the little crying bag from Jiang Wumian's arms, but as soon as she picked it up, the little crying bag pouted, and she started crying again.

seemed to dislike Ye Qingwan and took him away.

Jiang Wumian's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was deep: "Don't cry!" ”

The little crying bag pursed his lips instantly, and he was very obedient and didn't dare to cry.

Yuwen Jiming: "......"

You can imagine how sad the days after the little crying bag will be.

Ye Qingwan: "Mother hugs you, why are you still crying?" ”

The little crying bag rolled his black eyes, saw Ye Qingwan, and grinned.

Ye Qingwan took him to the room on the other side.

When she came out, the little crying bag was already asleep in her arms.

Ye Qingwan looked at him gently, lowered her head and kissed him lightly on his eyebrows.

Yuwen Jiming walked over and whispered, "This little guy, are you full?" ”

Ye Qingwan nodded.

Yuwen Jiming is still quite happy, after all, this is his grandson!

If his brother knew that he not only had a daughter, but also a grandson, he would faint with joy.

At this moment, Yu Beimo slowly opened his eyes, his internal strength was not high, and his martial arts were not good, but with this opportunity, his internal strength was strengthened a little.

Everywhere I looked, I saw Yuwen Jiming surrounding Ye Qingxuan, as if he was looking at something.

He realized it later, his meditation should have been a long time, right?

He hurriedly stood up and ran over: "Is it Xiao Wanwansheng?" Boy or girl? ”

Yuwen Jiming turned to look at Yu Beimo proudly: "It's a boy." ”

"The big name is Simu, the word is Shen, and the small name is Little Crying Bao."

"Who's nickname, it's really ugly." Yu Beimo took a closer look, the child was carved in pink and jade, and he was cute, but he had the nickname of such a small crying bag.

Jiang Wumian squinted: "This king is up, do you have an opinion?" ”

The corners of Yu Beimo's mouth twitched: "No, don't dare." ”

And in the next few days, Yu Beimo understood why Jiang Wumian named him Xiao Waibao.

I really love to cry!

When he hugged it, the crying shook the earth, and Yuwen Jiming hugged it the same, but when he got into Ye Qingjuan's arms, he didn't cry anymore, but he didn't smile much, he just stared at Ye Qingwan with a blank face.

But there is one person who is different, in Jiang Wumian's arms-

The smile is brighter than the flowers.

But Jiang Wumian didn't hug him much, sometimes he watched Ye Qingwan hugging him, afraid that Ye Qingwan would be tired, so he held the little crying bag in his arms and put it on the ground.

The little crying bag doesn't cry, it seems that as long as he is by Jiang Wumian's side, even if he is thrown on the ground, he will be very well-behaved.

Ye Qingwan was also helpless, and asked Jiang Wumian: "You are so fierce to him, why does he still like you so much?" ”

Jiang Wumian smiled: "Jealous? ”

"I didn't."

Ye Qingwan stretched out his hand and poked the face of the little crying bag, the little crying bag babbled, held Ye Qingwan's hand with open teeth and claws, and put it in his mouth.

"Hungry again?"

He just fed it, why does he want to eat it again?

Jiang Wumian took out Ye Qingwan's hand from the mouth of the little crying bag, carefully wiped the saliva from the little crying bag on her hand, and said, "He's not hungry, he wants to be beaten." ”

"Forehead ......"

The little crying bag didn't know what Jiang Wumian was talking about, but he could vaguely feel that Jiang Wumian mentioned him, and he couldn't be happy, and shouted at Jiang Wumian.

Ye Qingwan is really delicious.

This kid, how can he be so close to Jiang Wumian?

Jiang Wumian hugged Ye Qingwan in his arms and said, "If this kid treats you badly in the future, I will break his legs." ”

Ye Qingwan: "......"

Yuwen Jiming and Yu Beimo: "......"

Listen to this, it's my father!

The little crying bag was still screaming happily on the side.

After a few more days, Qiao Qiao and Gu Beichen also woke up.

Among them, the one who benefited the most was Ye Xiyang.

The awakening of the White Tiger bloodline in his body, coupled with the artifact that Jiang Wumian selected for him, his strength increased by leaps and bounds.

When he opened his eyes, a white light flashed on his body, and a small white tiger appeared in front of Jiang Wumian.

The white tiger didn't look at Ye Xiyang, so he flew around Jiang Wumian, and was about to roar, when Suzaku suddenly flew to his back: "Don't roar, the little master just fell asleep, don't wake him up." ”

The white tiger held his breath, stared at Jiang Wumian, was stunned, as if there was some traction, and looked at the little crying bag beside Jiang Wumian.

"Little master?"

After a long time, the white tiger spoke.

The tone was full of disbelief.

Suzaku flapped his wings and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, the little master just fell asleep, don't wake him up." ”

The white tiger looked at his master, and after digesting the news, he said in a deep voice: "The white tiger is back in place." ”

Ye Xiyang and the others, in fact, are only the owners of the bloodline, they can use the divine power of the White Tiger, but they can't actually summon the White Tiger, this is also Jiang Wumian's presence today, the body of the Four Divine Beasts, he was originally the owner of the Four Divine Beasts.

Jiang Wumian nodded his head, hugged Ye Qingwan in his arms, and said, "This is your hostess." ”

The white tiger bowed his head at Ye Qingwan.

Very respectful.

After greeting Jiang Wumian and the others, Bai Hu went to see Ye Xiyang, "Are you the owner of my bloodline?" ”

"It's good, but your physical fitness is too weak, I have time to train you well!"

As the owner of the White Tiger bloodline, how can he be a little white face.

Ye Xiyang: "Okay. ”

Ye Xiyang also wants to become stronger, so naturally he will not refuse, if he knew how hard the future training would be at this time, he would definitely not agree to be so neat!

The white tiger's figure flashed and flew into Jiang Wumian's body.

When Qiao Qiao broke through, Xuanwu also emerged.

Before he could open his eyes, a fiery red shadow pounced on him.

"Brother Xuanwu—"

The frightened Xuanwu did not suddenly retract back into the turtle shell.

Showing his face again, he saw the bird in front of him clearly.

Oh, it's Suzaku sister.

"Long time no see." He said.

Suzaku pounced on him and suddenly cried.