The reason why Ling'er came back to the Ling family this time was because Yu'er was kidnapped. Parents are most worried when their children are kidnapped. But why did they only see Ling'er, but Yu'er's father was nowhere to be seen
Could it be that their relationship as a couple is not good
Or is there any other inside story
"Ling'er, mother doesn't know yet, Yu'er's father is..."
"Mother, grandmother."
Lingxi was interrupted by a crisp voice before she could finish her words.
Xia Junyu woke up at some point and ran towards them, throwing himself into Lingxi's arms.
Lingxi subconsciously opened her arms and hugged Xia Junyu's little head.
"My little baby, why are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Lingxi said, slowly squatting down and looking at Xia Junyu's body carefully.
"How are you? After taking **'s antidote, do you feel better? If you still feel uncomfortable, tell grandma."
Xia Junyu shook his head seriously, "Grandma, Yu'er is fine now. Look, he's in good health." As he said that, he raised his arms and bent them to show that he was very strong now.
This action successfully amused Lingxi.
"By the way, grandma, Yu'er is hungry and wants to eat the cakes you made."
"Yu'er, you just woke up, it's not good to eat sweets, and eating too much sweets will cause tooth decay. Grandma will make you a new food, Nine Transformation Boy, okay?"
"Okay, Yu'er likes to eat anything made by grandma."
"Yu'er, grandma is just getting better. Don't be naughty. It will be bad if you tire grandma out." Xia Ling'er stepped forward and said.
"It's okay, I just need to cook a few dishes. I can do it. Ling'er, don't be so nervous. I'm not made of paper. Besides, exercising more is good for your health. I'm getting fat if I stay in the house all the time."
"Mom, don't worry, Yu'er will also help grandma. Yu'er promises that grandma will not be tired." Xia Junyu said, raising his hand with a confident look.
"Alright, alright, Yu'er, let's go."
Xia Junyu took Lingxi's hand and left the garden.
Looking at their departing backs, Ling'er fell into deep thought.
How could she not know that Yu'er was deliberately changing the subject
Since he was born, when he was still a baby, he seemed to have known that his father could not be mentioned. So every time someone mentioned this topic, he would cry and change the topic.
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't a little curious about Yu'er's father.
But for some reason, she didn't have any impression of this person in her mind. She remembered everything except Xia Junyu's father.
And every time I think about it, I get a splitting headache.
She felt guilty towards Xia Junyu because she was not a competent mother and had not given him a complete family. The lack of fatherly love must be a great regret for the child.
According to normal logic, the man she likes should not be an ordinary person. Even if we don't consider her vision, just looking at her Yu'er, his father must be a great man. But why has he never come to see them
There is only one possibility, that is, he is no longer alive.
I guess I just can't stand this kind of blow, so I have selective amnesia.
And everyone was afraid that they would be sad when they thought about this matter, so they kept silent about Yu'er's father.
Thinking about it this way, it does make sense, and this is the only inference we can make now.
But she didn't expect that Xia Ling'er would fall in love with a short-lived guy. She expected the beginning but not the end. It was unfair to her baby Yu'er.
Outside the Magic City, a man who was about to enter the city suddenly sneezed twice.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Do you have a cold?" The black-clad subordinate who followed the man asked with a look of horror.
"Do you think I will catch a cold again?" The cold voice was like an ice knife in the cold winter of December, piercing to the bone.
The man in black shuddered with the cold, then lowered his head in a dusty look.
That's right, according to their master's cultivation, how could he still get sick? His question was indeed a bit silly. But, the master clearly sneezed just now.
The man's already serious expression when asked about his cold became even more gloomy at this moment.
It's strange. What's wrong with him lately? He keeps sneezing for no apparent reason.
At the gate of the Demon City, a familiar face appeared in a gorgeous carriage.
"Princess, we have been waiting here for three days. When will the Demon Lord come back?"
Minghua also had a look of impatience on his face. He had already waited for several times and was already in a very annoyed mood, and this maid dared to ask.
He slapped her in the face with his backhand. With a "pop" sound, the maid felt a burning pain on her face and a trace of bright red appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Please forgive me, Princess. Please calm down." The maid immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"The princess hasn't said anything yet, and you, as a servant, are already impatient? What? I asked you to wait for a few days, and you feel wronged!" Minghua had been pent up in anger for a long time, and at this moment, he took it all out on this little girl.
Because of the mother and son, the old master was angry. Due to the merits of her father, the old master did not punish her severely, but ordered that she would not be allowed to step into the Demon Palace in the future, and personally explained that the marriage contract that was rumored was a misunderstanding, causing Minghua to become the laughing stock of the entire Demon City.
Only by taking down the position of Demon Queen can she avenge her past humiliation and make those who laughed at her slap themselves in the face and pay a heavy price.
After hearing the news that the Demon Lord was about to return to the palace, she immediately took people to wait at the city gate, preparing to have a beautiful encounter with the Demon Lord.
With her beauty, she didn't believe that the Demon Lord wouldn't be moved.
But I've been waiting for several days and haven't even seen the shadow of the Demon Lord. It would be a lie to say that I'm not annoyed.
I was already so angry that I had no place to vent it, and this girl just wanted to run into the gun. Since she was looking for death, I couldn't blame her for being cruel.
"Someone, come and slap this princess in the face."
A maid came forward upon hearing the noise, grabbed the little girl, pulled her out of the carriage, and gave her a slap in the face.
Soon, the little girl's face was beaten to a bloody mess, but even so, she was still mumbling, "Princess, calm down, Princess, spare my life, Princess, I know I was wrong, please spare my life."
However, as the slaps continued, the sound became smaller and smaller, until he finally fainted.
There weren't many people watching nearby. After all, this kind of thing was very common in a place like Shanghai, where dignitaries were everywhere. It was common for masters to capture people to vent their anger when they were angry. Even beating a few people to death was not uncommon.
But there were still some people who loved to watch the fun and came forward to take a look.
Seeing that the girl had fainted, the nanny stepped forward and checked her breath.
"My Lord, this girl is dead."
"A slave girl is so weak that she cannot withstand a beating. If you don't know her, you might think she is some well-kept young lady. It's really unlucky. Hurry up and let this princess drag her away and throw her into a mass grave." Minghua didn't even look at her, but showed contempt and deep dissatisfaction, as if blaming the little girl for not being able to withstand a beating and not letting her vent her anger.
Minghua was so busy beating someone up to vent his anger that he didn't notice the black shadow that flashed across the sky.
As a shadow fell, the fluttering black robe gradually appeared in the guards' field of vision.
As the flares in their hands flew, all the guards knelt on the ground. Their movements were uniform and their voices were loud and clear.
"Your subordinates respectfully welcome the Demon Lord back to the palace."
The signal flare exploded in the sky into the shape of a broadsword, which was a signal flare to notify the Demon Lord to return to the palace. This pattern was exactly the shape of the weapon used by the Demon Lord.
People in the entire Magic City were looking up at the flare.
"Look, this is the Demon Lord returning to the palace."
"The Demon Lord is back."
"Our Demon Lord is back."
"I don't know why the Demon Lord went out this time?"
"It is rumored that the Demon Lord should have returned a few days ago. I don't know why he was delayed."
... ...
The people of the Demon City were talking to each other. But the only thing they had in common was that when they mentioned the Demon Lord, their faces were filled with supreme respect and genuine joy. It was clear that the Demon Lord was a good leader and had great prestige in the hearts of his subjects.
"Free." The demon king strode past with a blank expression. The kneeling soldier only felt a black shadow flash by, and a word echoed in the air.
As soon as I stepped into the inner hall, an old man came roaring, "Xiaotian, you are finally back. You don't know how much injustice your master has suffered when you were away. They didn't let me eat good food, play, or go out to find my beloved grandson. They abused me. Xiaotian, you have to take charge of your master."
Hearing the name "Xiaotian", Di Shitian's originally relaxed brows twitched slightly.
He had stressed this question to the old man many times, but he just wouldn't change and insisted on calling him Xiaotian. After hearing it for so many years, he still wasn't used to it.
Emperor Shitian looked at the old man in front of him who was running towards him with tears and snot. He dodged and the old master successfully threw himself onto the Panlong Pillar.
Judging from the speed at which he pounced, I think the collision must have hurt a bit.
The old master was willing to sit down, adhering to the spirit of lying down where he fell.
"Ouch, it hurts so much. What kind of disciple did he find? It's fine if he lets the servants bully me, but he even beats me himself. He is betraying his master and ancestors. Is there any justice in the world? I have a miserable life. What sin has he committed? Woo woo woo..."
Well, this time it’s not just a scam, it’s also a show.
Di Shitian closed his eyes helplessly, turned around and helped the old man who was pretending to cry up.
"If you continue to make trouble, you won't be able to get away with running away without permission."
When the old master heard this, his expression changed immediately. All the traces of tears on his face disappeared and he was smiling.
"Hehe, my good disciple, the master has something to tell you." To prevent his disciple from punishing him for running away, he could only pretend to be a victim. Otherwise, he didn't know how long this disciple would teach him a lesson.
He is a master, but he still has to be disciplined by his apprentice. It's a sin.
"Cough cough cough cough" The old master who was originally smiling suddenly started coughing violently.
"Old man, where is the medicine?" Panic appeared on Emperor Shitian's face, which had remained motionless for thousands of years. He helped the old master to a chair, and then searched for the medicine on his body.
Looking at the disciple in front of him who was touching him randomly, the old master was a little angry. He stretched out his hand and pointed behind Emperor Shitian.
Emperor Shitian looked back and saw a black bottle lying next to the pillar where the old master had just sat. With a wave of his hand, the medicine bottle flew straight up and landed in Emperor Shitian's hand, and he fed it to the old master.
One hand supported the old master's shoulder, and the other hand helped him calm down.
After taking the medicine, the old master's pale complexion gradually improved.
Seeing that the old master's breathing had stabilized, Emperor Shi Tiancai stood up, turned around and faced away from him.
"Double the number of troops protecting the old master. No one is allowed to approach Yiyuan without my order."
"Xiaotian, don't be angry. I know my old bones well. Even if I take medicine every day, I won't live for many years. I just want to go out and walk around while I can still move. Why do you keep me locked up? I..."
Feeling a cold gaze, the old master suddenly shut up.