The night was deep, and dark clouds covered the moon.

The little baby girl successfully cultivated the spiritual root, and when she opened her eyes, it was already the middle of the night.

She was unconscious for six hours, from noon until late at night.

Liu Cuiya's eyes were red from crying, her voice was hoarse, her expression was in a trance, and she was weak and only half a breath left.

Even so, she still refused to leave her daughter, insisted on staying by the bedside, and watched her daughter wake up to feel at ease.

"Wake up, wake up."

"Thank God, Buddha bless."

"Feng Gongzi, thank you."

"You are the life-saving benefactor of Nannan, and you are also the great benefactor of our whole family."

The little baby girl opened her eyes and just regained consciousness when she heard the voice of her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law thanking her.

Wind Boy?

What the heck?

Could it be a national teacher?

Could it be that he was the one who saved her with spiritual power?

She was thinking about it, when she heard Gu Lao Taiji's voice of worship and worship sound again.

"Feng Gongzi saved Nannan, our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can't repay her, so let her call Gongzi a godfather, and when you grow up, let him honor you."

"Poof!"

Before the little baby girl could express her protest, she heard Feng Jiyue offer Li Cuiya with her own hands as a sip of hot tea in gratitude.

"The kindness of the two is understood, and the godfather doesn't need it."

He was silent for a long time before responding: "I saved this little girl, and I also have a fate with her, so it is better to accept her as an apprentice, and it can be regarded as the fate of our master and apprentice." ”

"Okay, okay, just recognize Master."

Mrs. Gu is old and refined, and from the immortal technique he used to save people, she guessed that her origin was extraordinary.

The granddaughter worshipped an immortal as a teacher, and she was worried that there would be no good marriage in the future.

It's really not good, it's not bad for her old man to look at this master.

Kind-hearted, long-handed.

Although he is a little older, as long as his granddaughter likes him, she can accept it as an old man.

A chill ran on Feng Jiyue's back, and for some reason, Mrs. Gu's shrewd and calculating eyes made him feel creepy.

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"Don't, don't, don't want him to be my master."

At the same time, the little baby girl was also kicking her short legs vigorously to protest.

Unfortunately, no one understands her baby language.

Liu Cuiya saw her daughter's fair-skinned and pink little body, and after cutting the marrow and breeding spiritual roots, she was contaminated with a layer of fishy sludge.

mistakenly thought that her daughter was dirty, so she quickly boiled hot water and bathed her.

Feng Jiyue saw the little girl's careful thoughts, and watched her fight to no avail, puffing out her cheeks, and her mood was suddenly very happy.

"The child is still young, so I will say goodbye first, stay for a few years, and come back to visit on the occasion of my third birthday."

He left a sentence and flew away, leaving the little baby girl with a pouting face full of resentment.

This master is too demonic, he seems to be kind-hearted, but in fact he has a black belly.

When she bred the spiritual roots, she was almost lost in the sachet he carried.

Such a man with the potential to rotten peach blossoms must stay away.

Wait, when he comes back, see what kind of tricks this girl will use to make her popular.

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Time is like an arrow, and the days of innocence and happiness fly by.

On Gu Pan'an's fifth birthday, the National Teacher came to Qingquan Village.

A five-year-old naïve girl, pulling a soft and glutinous, cute little milk voice, helps Cao Guigui recite love poems.

The national teacher couldn't cry or laugh, and knocked her on the head, leaving a stubborn sentence and brushing away.

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On Gu Pan'an's seventh birthday, the National Teacher came to Qingquan Village again.

The little girl with pink makeup and jade makeup, pulling the small milk voice of the words, smiling innocently, holding flowers in her hand, helping Cao Baolan, Cao Baolan, a precious sister to show her love in public.

The national teacher slapped her palm three times with a ring ruler, leaving a sentence that the child could not be taught, and brushed his sleeves away.

Gu Panan is nine years old............

Gu Pan'an was eleven years old.........

Gu Pan'an was thirteen years old.........