Take your son to get married

Chapter 132 The Wood Emperor Spirit 4
Mo Qianchen felt that the spirit grasses in the space had all been upgraded to one level. The corners of his mouth twitched and he looked at the fat doll who was staring at the stars in front of him, and nodded stiffly: "Excellent."

"Oh, the baby is the most powerful." After being praised by Mo Qianchen, the fat baby rolled twice in Mo Qianchen's arms, and then suddenly ran to Feng Shukuang next to him, with his hands wrapped into fists and resting on his chin On the ground, a pair of eyes blinked and blinked at Feng Shukuang, eyes full of anticipation, and he almost didn't say, Daddy praise me, come and praise me.

Feng Shukuang looked at the so-called wood emperor spirit in front of him, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Shouldn't this emperor spirit be stable and majestic, like the eighth-level emperor spirit, which would shock all directions when it came out?Why is it so small like a little baby who was just born.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the little fat baby to look left and right, Feng Shukuang looked up at Mo Qianchen: "What are you going to do with this thing?"

"Ah, father and mother, are you going to eat the baby?" The fat baby who was held by Feng Shukuang opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Mo Qianchen and Feng Shukuang almost inconceivably, and then kicked his legs : "Wow, don't eat dolls, mom and dad can't eat dolls, woo woo..."

Howl, really howl.

Feng Shukuang looked at the teardrops pouring down like rain, instantly soaking the pants on his legs, crying sadly, the fat baby's complexion was tangled at that moment.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the fat baby to Mo Qianchen, and Feng Shu said with a cold face, "You can handle it."

What kind of imperial spirit is this, what kind of temperament is this?

"He was just born." Just when Feng Shukuang threw away the fat baby, Tie Bawang, who had been following Mo Qianchen and was scolded by Feng Shukuang for not leaving, suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Mo Qianchen asked in confusion while holding the crying fat baby in his hands.

"When the wood emperor spirit broke out of the wood, it transformed into a human form, which is what you humans said was born. Although he has inherited thousands of years of cultivation ability, his temperament is still a baby." Iron Overlord looked at the crying The fat baby with pear blossoms and rain sighed.

"Baby." Mo Qianchen looked at the fat baby in his arms, really speechless.

It has been cultivated for thousands of years, and will be born by fate. Will this wood emperor spirit follow the way of heaven and grow from a baby?Although this baby seems a little too monstrous.

"Father and mother don't want me anymore, woo woo... woo woo..." The fat baby cried so much that his body was almost dying, as if he was about to become transparent.

"It's not comforting yet, once the transparency returns to its body, it will die." Seeing this, the Iron Overlord said anxiously.

still die?Not to mention Mo Qianchen was in a hurry, even Feng Shukuang couldn't help standing up.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't say I don't want you, and I won't eat you, don't be sad." Mo Qianchen immediately patted the wood emperor's spirit and said, but she really couldn't call out the title of mother and father.

"Daddy... wants to deal with me... slightly..." The little fat baby hiccupped from crying.

Mo Qianchen immediately looked at Feng Shukuang.

Feng Shukuang twisted his face, and after seeing this, he gave Mo Qianchen a hard look, and said with difficulty, "No, I asked you...your mother to find you a good place...to live."

After living for 16 years, she has never comforted anyone, and the object is still a small fart doll of the Mu clan. Feng Shukuang feels that he can't move his face.

(End of this chapter)