And usually, Wuyue Yue will be there.

At the beginning, Yue Wuyi was afraid of delaying his son's growth, and he also asked him to go back.

But the little guy was very stubborn, twirled his neck and turned his head, ignoring Yue Wuyi as the father.

Sometimes Qi Yue is no longer suffocating, and he will be stunned directly by force.

But the little guy persevered. Every time he threw him back to the room for two minutes, he tried to get in again.

He is an immortal fit, with the blood of Qiluoer.

The ordinary enchantment was nothing to him.

It's easy to crack it and calmly come in.

Yue Wuyi feels guilty for her son and naturally cannot bear him.

One or two go, let him go.

Father and son often have big eyes versus small eyes, and they may not say the last word all day.

Once there is no mood in Yueyue, second is also this baby son who doesn't even bird ...

Yuewu is not here every day.

To save Qi Luoer, you need a lot of strange things,

The wind is not complete here, so Yue Wuyin often goes out and searches for these things ...

This time, the father and son haven't seen each other for a whole month.

Yuebei was stubborn and didn't want to ignore this dad, but she still remembered it.

Now I saw the dragon blood of the Eight Desolates, but Dad didn't follow in as usual.

He jumped in his heart, and a moment of uneasiness surged up, and he immediately guessed the whole thing!

"Uncle Feng, this dragon blood is mine—did he get it? Isn't he ... where is he now? Is it ... seriously hurt?"

It ’s been almost a year without calling it ‘daddy’.

Feng Liyi's eyes lightened slightly, and she patted Yuebei's head: "Smelly boy, why would you call your dad this time? It's rare!"

"Did my dad get hurt? Isn't it bad?"

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