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The original title of this article is "After the Demon was Defeated, He Got an Extra Child" The devil would rather be arrogant and arrogant. He drank blood in seventeen states with a Suzaku sword. Everyone in the world of cultivation was frightened and frightened by the news. One hundred and twenty sects of the Chongzheng League encircled and suppressed him. Rather than be defeated, he fell into the Wuwu River and disappeared. He woke up from the river, his Suzaku knife was broken, his cultivation was completely lost, and there was a baby in his arms waiting to be fed. Ning Buwei was born ruthless and careless, so he tried to throw away the child with his backhand, but found out that this child was connected by blood with him and was truly his own son. The expression on the big devil's face cracked. After escaping from death, the once arrogant devil was busy restoring his cultivation, repairing his sword, and... Worryingly raising his son. My son was born with a golden elixir, but when he should cry or pee, when he got angry, his little feet could push his father, who had lost all his cultivation, three feet away. A generation of demons were fed up with the hard life of feeding rice cereal and changing diapers every day. By chance, he saw his mother's figure in his son's sea of ​​​​consciousness. So Ning Bu changed his appearance, took his son who wet the bed every day, entered the sect where the child's mother was, and sent him off thousands of miles away. Chu Jun, the great uncle of the No. 1 Sect of cultivation, had been in seclusion for five hundred years. As soon as he came out of seclusion, he was blocked at the entrance of the cave. Ning Buwei hugged her son and looked at the cold beauty in front of her, who had no cultivation except for her beauty, and her expression cracked again. The kid is a fucking man. And it looks like he can't change diapers at all. (Emphasis added) Chu Jun looked at the helpless young disciple with low cultivation in front of him. Before he could speak, a fat son was stuffed into his arms. "Your son." Chu Jun said his first words in five hundred years. "No, it's your son." Ning Buwei answered decisively. Later. Ning Buwei: The child's father is nothing but beautiful. Chu Jun: The child's father is good for nothing but food. [Small Theater] When the cultivation genius Ning Xiu grew up, he talked to others about his two fathers who were famous in the cultivation world. "When I was young, my family lived in a very poor life. One Yangyuan Pill had to be broken into three pieces and shared among the three members of the family." "My two dads wash diapers by hand in the cold winter months." "They fought for three days and three nights over who I called daddy for the first time." "... I was hungry for three days and three nights because of it." "Thank you, we are both biological fathers." The cool, tyrannical and violent devil (suffer) × the cold, ascetic and beautiful master uncle (attack) Copywriting 2021.8.3 [Reading Tips] 1. Atypical birth, the child emerges from the essence of heaven and earth by accident. 2. Although the writing is light-hearted, the subject matter of this article is a drama that is both sweet and sad. 3. Raising cubs goes hand in hand with the plot, and may occasionally be emphasized depending on the development of the story. 4. This article is slow to develop. Uncle Shi is addicted to seclusion, and he and the big devil can only "date online" in the early stage, and the two will "rush to each other" when the time comes. Welcome to collect the pre-collection of "The Immortal Lord's Rebellion and Ascension": Immortal Lord Heng Yuan once broke off a palm when he was on the road, and his anger, delusion, and delusions gathered together, and his flesh, blood, sinews, and bones turned into demon bodies, wandering in the three thousand and six hundred realms, causing harm to the world. The Immortal Lord personally went down to the realm to slay the demon, and all three thousand six hundred incarnations were destroyed, leaving only a small half of the bones, which were missing. The catastrophe was approaching, and Heng Yuan divided a bit of his soul into the lower realm, preparing to crush this small piece of disobedient bone into foam. —— The barrier was destroyed, the Bagua array backfired, countless mysterious monks appeared one after another, and the entire seventeen states were in turmoil. His father disappeared and his brothers and sisters were separated. Ning Xiu accidentally entered the Bagua formation and picked up a weak sword spirit. He even saw an opportunity in the formation and broke through the formation with one sword. At first no one paid much attention to this little monk from the lower world with a strange origin. The bones are full of cracks, the Dantian is artificial, and the soul is still unstable and seems to be scattered at any time, like a clay doll piled up with sand. However, it was this mediocre little monk who, with the broken knife and broken sword in his hand, led a group of stunned youths to kill Kyushu. Immortal Lord Heng Yuan was invited out of the chaos by everyone. His clear eyes moved slightly and fell on Ning Xiu. "Give me back my father!" Ning Xiu faced him with murderous intent on his face. Heng Yuan looked strange, looking at the rebellious half of his middle finger, "If you want to recognize me as your father, you can." Broken knives, broken swords, and countless large formations were thrown at him head and face. "Have your mother's spring and autumn dream!" Lord Ning Xiaoxian cursed for the first time. —— Later, the soul that Immortal Lord Heng Yuan took back wanted to see Ning Xiu every day. In order to be clean, Heng Yuan transformed into a sword spirit. As soon as I walked in, I was hugged. The little fairy who had previously pointed at him and scolded him was gentle and affectionate, gave him medicine and medicine, and said bad things about others. "That old guy Heng Yuan is so shameless." "His eyes have no color, could he be blind?" "I've never seen anyone so ugly." "Minghe, please don't get close to him." Immortal Lord Heng Yuan himself:………… Real boss·Ruthless and loveless·Gong (Heng Yuan/Ming He) The boss himself and his rebellious little scraps Motto: We should work hard even when we are in the trough