Looking at the pitiful appearance of the red boy, Fan Jian's heart was sour, and he couldn't help but be angry with the Bull Demon King and his wife.

What kind of parents are these and what have they done? In order to let the child have the feeling that he is not his own.

"Why did Xiaohai say that?"

Holding the red boy in his arms, Fan Jian felt his small body trembling, and asked distressedly.

"Ever since I was sensible, my dad didn't like to be near me or talk to me.

She didn't even want to see me, and my mother practiced all day long, and she couldn't see anyone at all.

The relationship between father and mother is not good, and every time they meet, they can't say two words, they will quarrel and even start a fight.

Dad lives in Moyun Cave in Jilei Mountain all the year round, and Mom said that there was a fox spirit there who hooked Dad's soul away.

My mother lives in Basho Cave in Cuiyun Mountain, and I have lived alone in Huoyun Cave in Mt. Huoyun since I was sensible.

I rarely see them, but today they came to see me, and I'm very happy.

As a result, the two of them quarreled again, and my father even said that I was not his son, and my mother was angry at that time, and the two of them fought again.

Grandpa Laojun came to persuade him to fight, but he was also injured by his father, and later it was Yang Jian's brother who separated them from his sister Xuannu.

I was sad to see them like this, and I didn't know why my dad hated me.

Looking at the happy appearance of the parents of those students who come to pick up their children every time they go to school.

I suspected that I was not born to them, but that I had picked it up."

As he spoke, the red boy began to cry quietly, probably suppressed for a long time.

In Fan Jian's arms, he couldn't control it anymore and couldn't help but vent out.

"Xiaohai, don't think so, your father's personality is naturally irritable, and he may not be able to express it, but he is still worried about you.

You know, today in the Earth Immortal Realm, he thought you were being bullied.

Fight with Li Tianwang's father and son, if it weren't for your mother's help, he would have suffered a loss today.

Later, I found out that Nezha was hired by you, and I went to Langhuan Academy to find you for verification, but I was actually worried that you were young and that you would be wronged.

They don't say it, but they are actually worried about you in their hearts, your father once said today, my son is young, but his father is not stupid.

If you want to bully his son, no one can do it, proving that he is strange, Red Boy's life experience, but at this time, he still put away the gossip heart and comforted Red Boy softly.

The bear child stopped crying, but he still looked sad, and when he returned home, he ate two bites of food, and he didn't even watch his favorite cartoons, so he went straight to the room.

"What's wrong with Xiaohai? Is it too tiring to be a teacher, I said, he is still a child.

You let him be a teacher, and if you look at the child who is tired, you want me to say, if you resign, the child should have the life of a child."

A careless Wang Cuihua also found a difference, looking at the lonely little back of the red boy going upstairs, and complaining about Fan Jian at the dining table.

This pot Fan Jian didn't memorize it, so he told the story of the red boy, and at the same time told his guess.

"What? Are you saying that Princess Iron Fan cheated and brought a green hat to the Bull Demon King, and Xiaohai is not the son of the Bull Demon King?"

Wang Cuihua just drank a mouthful of soup, and spit it back into her bowl directly, screaming.

"Be quiet, don't let Xiaohai hear, this kid is sensitive. Guess, guess, understand?"

Fan Jian was so frightened that he hurriedly threw down the bowl in his hand and covered Wang Cuihua's mouth, he just gossiped, who knew that this tiger girl wanted to tell the world.

"No matter what, the child is innocent, my little sea, it's so pitiful!

No, it's not fair to Xiaohai, it's cold violence.

I must figure out this matter, if Xiaohai is really not the child of the Bull Demon King.

Princess Iron Fan doesn't care about him, then I will directly adopt the red child, and I don't want such parents."

Wang Cuihua pulled Fan Jian's hand aside, and said angrily, such a well-behaved child as a red boy should not bear this.

"Alright, let's not talk about it yet

I'll take care of this, I have good news, would you like to hear it?"

Seeing Wang Cui's anger like a pufferfish, Fan Jian suddenly remembered the surprise he had prepared.

immediately pretended to be mysterious, wanting to use surprise to calm Wang Cuihua's anger.

"If you have something to say, let it go if you have a fart, the old lady is annoyed by that!"

slapped on the table, Wang Cuihua sat down, looking like an old lady was upset, don't mess with me, or I'll beat you.

"Dangdang, look, what is this?"

Fan Jian flipped his palm, and something appeared in his hand, and it stretched out in front of Wang Cuihua like a treasure.

Then a fragrant smell filled the entire villa.

"What is this? Do you carve a robb? Don't say it's quite similar, is it a hint that we are going to have children?"

Looking at Fan Jian's hand, holding a cute baby sculpture, Wang Cuihua began to make up her mind.

Fan Jian must have wanted to give birth, but it was difficult to speak, so he carved a baby with a radish to hint at her.

"Ginseng fruit! Dad, did you really get the ginseng fruit? In order for your mother to become an immortal, you are too hard, right?

What do you say about moving Zhen Yuanzi's old man, this is his heart and soul baby, his life, even if it is the Jade Emperor, he doesn't have a face like you."

The fragrance of ginseng fruit attracted the red children who had returned to the room.

Looking at what Fan Jian had in his hand, the red boy shouted in surprise, not at all in the state of frustration just now.

"Ginseng fruit? This is the thing that Zhu Bajie ate? Did you hold it? I heard that this thing fell to the ground and was gone."

Hearing that the thing in Fan Jian's hand was a ginseng fruit, Wang Cuihua couldn't help but protect both sides of Fan Jian's hand with both hands, for fear that if one didn't pay attention, the ginseng fruit would disappear.

"Mom, don't be so nervous, this ginseng fruit does fall when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, melts when it encounters water, burns when it encounters fire, and enters when it encounters soil.

But if you grasp it in your hands, it won't disappear for no reason, don't worry.

After eating this ginseng fruit, you can become a god. If you eat one of this ginseng fruit, you can increase your life expectancy by 47,000 years, and you can stay with us forever.

Tell me, Dad, how did you get it, I'm curious."

The red boy was curious to death, as a native of the earth immortal realm, he not only knew the preciousness of the ginseng fruit.

I also know that Zhenyuan Daxian is a person, so I am anxious to know how to get this ginseng fruit Fan Jian.

"Everyone give face, your father is also a guardian of the gods, and this bit of strength is still there."

The red boy kept asking, Fan Jian couldn't dodge, and smiled awkwardly, a little weak-hearted.

On the ginseng fruit tree, all the ginseng fruits are in his space, but they are not picked by him.

At that time, he used the rules of time to go back to the trapped front and directly enter the view, because he was not familiar with the road inside, and ended up detouring to the backyard.

I happened to see the breeze boy, holding a metal wish-like thing, picking fruit from the tree.

The appearance of the ginseng fruit was too distinctive, Fan Jian recognized it at once, and secretly hid it in the dark.

Wait for the breeze boy to pick all the ginseng fruits and put them in a bag.

Fan Jian suddenly made a move and tied him up with an immortal rope, and before the Qingfeng boy could react, he was thrown into the Chaos Bell and imprisoned.

So Fan Jian dared to swear in front of Zhen Yuanzi that he didn't pick the ginseng fruit.

"I have a question."

Wang Cuihua looked at the ginseng fruit in Fan Jian's hand and asked a question that made Fan Jian and the red boy laugh.

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