Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Feng Lingyan's eyes couldn't help but drift to the little baby in his hand.

That child is different from ordinary babies.

Ordinary babies are red and wrinkled when they are born.

This child was white and tender, and his whole body was shrouded in a faint purple light.

She closed her eyes slightly, neither crying nor fussing. [

Xuanyuan Luoyu was also looking at the child in his hand, the light in his eyes was complex and unpredictable: "Mu Mu, we finally meet again! You still owe me an explanation. I have been waiting for this moment for 360 years... ..."

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Feng Lingyan was very worried,

Since the child was born, she hasn't heard the child cry yet!

Didn't it mean that the newly born child must make her cry?

Otherwise, the trachea is blocked...

"Why doesn't she cry?!"

Feng Lingyan struggled to get up again.

Xuanyuan Luoyu glanced at her with disdain: "She is not an ordinary child, she was a majestic God of War in the sky in her previous life, why would she cry..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the child in his hand fluttered its nostrils and opened its pink mouth.

"Wow!"

A cry came out.

The cry is crisp and tender, the kind of real child's voice.

Xuanyuan Luoyu froze and looked at the child in his hand in disbelief.

It seems that he didn't expect that the cold woman in his heart would have such a childlike interest.

"Put her down! Your goal has been achieved, return her to me!"

The cry of the child aroused all of Feng Lingyan's motherhood, and she struggled to get up again.

Xuanyuan Luoyu ignored her, and just stared at the crying baby in his hand: "Mumu, don't pretend anymore. I just want to ask you, what did I do wrong back then, and you didn't hesitate to exhaust yourself? The essence and blood of the whole body seal me?"

His voice trembled slightly, partly crying and partly laughing. [

The little baby in his hand was still crying with his eyes closed.

Don't answer his complicated question at all.

"Mumu, answer me!"

There was a storm hidden in Xuanyuan Luoyu's voice.

Holding the baby in both hands, there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

The baby cried louder with his eyes closed.