But Yan Ling didn't have such scruples as Jiutian, a little under her feet, she had already come to Jiutian, and then when Jiutian didn't have time to be stunned, she had already stuffed the spirit fetus into her arms: "As a mother, how can there be a reason to avoid your own child?"

is the same soul and four bodies, Yan Ling's talent cultivation is not much weaker than that of Jiutian, but because of the relationship between pregnancy, he has been recuperating for months, and he has not shown his skills much, let alone consumed. After nine days of continuous fighting, the injury has not yet recovered, and when he was careless, he only felt that his arms suddenly sank, and he had already held the spirit fetus in an unguarded state.

A little stunned, he glanced at Yan Ling, and Jiutian actually lost his cold breath in the past: "Yan Ling, you ......"

"You see, this kid likes you. ”

Taking two steps back, Yan Ling covered his mouth and chuckled, and swept around Jiutian's body with a pair of pretty eyes, as if he was enjoying a rare scene in a hundred years.

As if in response to Yan Ling's words, the spirit fetus in Jiutian's arms slapped a pair of small hands vigorously, although the teeth had not yet grown in the small mouth, the corners of the mouth had already risen, and they couldn't help but make cheerful cries of "babbling" and "babbling".

Although he was born cold, the baby was being held at the moment, and Jiutian was at a loss. And the crisp and pleasant ears of the spirit fetus have penetrated into her ears without hindrance, which actually made her face flood with an inexplicable warm feeling, and the hands that were originally a little rough gradually closed and hugged the spirit fetus tightly.

Perhaps sensing that Jiutian had the smell of his mother, the spirit fetus couldn't help but let out the baby's unique "Gege" laughter, and a pair of small eyes unconsciously widened a little, as if to keep the white-haired woman's face in front of him firmly in mind.

"Kid ......"

Jiutian supported the spirit fetus with his arms, raised it gently, and carefully examined the immature appearance over and over again. The momentum of intimidating the gods and demons and overwhelming the domination during the war has long disappeared at this moment, and only bursts of motherly breath are quietly revealed.

In the attic in the distance, two pairs of eyes were staring at this scene.

"It's fragrant! I haven't tasted this roast chicken for many years, but now I taste it again, and I just feel that I have no complaints in this life." ”

Cheng Yanjin held a pot of old wine in his left hand and half a roast chicken in his right hand, and was gulping down the delicious food that he had only encountered again after a hundred years. After a round of sighs, he stretched out his hand again, and kept patting Ling Xiao beside him, his face was full of color: "I'll just say, these nine days brother and sister are cold on the outside and hot on the inside, right?"

Although she is somewhat similar to Tang Ling in appearance, Ling Xiao does not have Tang Ling's lonely and vicissitudes of life, but has a little more lively and cheerful unique to children and teenagers. Now he has the figure of an ordinary teenager, and with a stretch of his little hand, he has torn off another chicken leg from the roast chicken in Cheng Yanjin's hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Hmm...... Jiutian is such a character, outsiders say that she is as cold as a towering snowy peak, unapproachable, in fact, we all know that her heart is hotter than anyone else, otherwise she would not have taken on that big battle for my stinky old man. ”

"That's right. Cheng bit Jin with a big mouthful, and had stuffed the half of the roast chicken into his mouth, and after a round of chewing, he spit out all the bones, and then beckoned gently to the wine table behind him, and a braised elbow had been sucked into his hand.

Whether it was the previous battle or the time when he was drinking in the wine cellar with Tang Ling, Cheng Yanjin had always maintained a half-physical and half-illusory ghost body, while Ling Xiao had been cultivating by Xiao Hanyi's side for several years, although he could move on his own without the host, he could not appear outside for a long time after all. But it was only a few days, and I don't know what secret method they used, but they actually had a physical body together, and they gathered here to eat and drink.

Ling Xiao only finished eating the stolen chicken leg at this time, and without hesitation, he directly brought a plate of fresh fish soup from the table, drank a mouthful of soup, ate a mouthful of fish, and asked another question: "Lao Cheng, you and Tang Ling stayed in the wine cellar for a few days before, did you have any news?"

"You said that stinky boy?" Cheng Yanjin's face suddenly darkened, "His stinky face is getting stinky and smelly, can this be considered news?"

"I mean, about the Nine Heavens and the Spirit. ”

Ling Xiao didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said that it was related to Jiutian and Yanling, Cheng Biting Jin's face became even more gloomy, and the two rows of steel teeth were closed, and half of the braised elbow was bitten, chewed, and swallowed together.

Seeing Cheng Yanjin's appearance, Ling Xiao already understood: "It's not easy to do?"

"That stinky boy still can't forget Yun'er's younger brothers and sisters, he is unwilling to marry Jiutian and Yanling, and he only owes them anything, and has no feelings, I will say a few more words, but he directly knocked me out of the wine cellar, and he hid in it alone and drank a lot, do you say this is not angry?"

The more Cheng Biting Jin spoke, the more angry he felt, and the half of the elbow in his mouth had been chewed so loudly, as if it was only for two words - "relieving qi"!

"He's just an elm pimple!" Ling Xiao was immediately infected by Cheng Yanjin's resentment, put down the fish soup in his hand quite depressedly, and looked at the Yanling Courtyard with a slightly more complicated gaze.

Cheng Biting Jin flashed his mind, and thought of a clichéd idea: "You say, if we get that guy drunk, and then call Jiutian and Yanling over, as soon as the door is closed, good things will be done, how about it?"

"Are you sure you're going to get him drunk?"

Cheng Yanjin thought for a while: "No." ”

With Tang Ling's massive amount, even if the entire city of the Blood Sea mobilizes, I am afraid that he will not be able to pour him down.

What's more, counting the rest of the world, the current wine reserves of the Blood Sea are simply not enough to overfill Tang Ling?

Thinking that there was not much left of his years of hard work, Cheng Biting Jin had a pained expression on his face, and then thought of another method: "Why don't we take some medicine?" With the ability of the sea of blood, it shouldn't be difficult to get some aphrodisiacs." ”

"Are you sure that the dignified Creation Sage will be fascinated by mere aphrodisiacs?" Ling Xiao asked rhetorically, and at the same time felt depressed in his heart about Cheng Biting Jin's bad idea.

This old Cheng is also the master of the ghost clan, why does he always think of such a boundless bad idea?

Ling Xiao was dismissive of Cheng Yanjin's proposal, Cheng Yanjin also had a lot of opinions about Ling Xiao, raised a wide slap, and slapped Ling Xiao on the back: "You guy, is there any good way?"

Ling Xiao said: "As far as the real situation is concerned, there is no. ”

"You're entertaining me?"

Cheng Biting Jin's rough face suddenly became gloomy.

Ling Xiao was like a matter of biting gold, and said in a low voice: "Lao Cheng, how long have you known Tang Ling?"

"Not a hundred years. ”

"Then you should know what kind of personality he is, right?"

"Eat soft, not hard. ”

"In other words, if we lobby head-on, the results will only be minimal, and it may even be counterproductive, and we are still outsiders after all, but if we let Jiutian and Yanling go out on their own, there may be a little windfall. Although Ling Xiao's voice was small, each one of them drilled into the golden ear without any mistakes, making this Blood Sea Ancestor feel more and more cloudy the more he listened: "Windfall? Is it possible?"