After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Chapter 113 Jade Spring

The time to search for the soul was very fast. Ning Xiu had just finished drinking a bowl of paste when he heard his father's voice from outside, urging Chu Jun to go out.

Ning Buwei stuffed Yan Liuguang's soul into the handle of the Suzaku knife, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Yi squatting on the ground with his head buried in his arms. Although he didn't make a sound, he looked like he was crying.

When he met Jiang Yizheng in Linjiang City, he didn't notice any similarities between her and Jiang Ling.

Jiang Yizheng didn't like butterflies, flowery skirts and rouge gouache. He wore dusty clothes all day long and Feng Zizhang and the others jumped up and down. He was interested in food except when he had nothing to do and yelled for his father.

He's bluffing, he's heartless, he's a pitiful coward, he's not very smart but he's not stupid either, a little cultivator with mediocre aptitude and no hard work, and Jiang Ling's bold but quiet and well-behaved little fool at all. .

Until he saw the birthmark on her shoulder.

It turned out that she had worked very hard from a fool to a normal person, from a mortal to a cultivator with spiritual roots, and she did not know how many reincarnations she had. Only this year, she walked to the gate of Linjiang City, and finally met her again. I would rather not do it.

"Obsession in the past," Ning Buwei reached out and patted her on the head, "Just forget it after reading it."

Jiang Yizheng finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears, rushed forward and hugged Ning Buwei, wrapping his arms around his neck, "Father—"

Ning Buwei was unexpectedly staggered by the bump, and his lower back happened to hit the railing, and his complexion twisted in pain.

Jiang Yi was crying and howling, "I said how I was like a fool when I caught someone and called him father when I was a child, obviously I am so smart, sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo father!!"

Ning Buwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to pat her on the back to comfort her, "..."

"Xiaojiang, sister, your father's face is already green!" Feng Zizhang reminded him in a low voice.

Jiang Yizheng let go of Ning Buwei in embarrassment, but still couldn't help sniffling, looking at Ning Buwei with red eyes, grinning at him, tears still streaming down his face.

Feng Zizhang handed her the handkerchief in fear, and Ning Buwei put his hands behind his back very calmly, rubbing his waist quietly.

Hiss, good girl.

Seeing Jiang Yi was crying like this, Feng Zizhang couldn't help being curious, "Xiao Jiang, what did you see?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, so I'm so idiot!

Feng Zizhang's eyes turned red immediately, "It's so pitiful, let's have roast chicken for lunch."

Jiang Yizheng nodded vigorously, "Put more seasoning, I want to eat two chicken legs."

Feng Zizhang hugged her, "I'll bake you a big sweet potato, can you eat it?"

"It's not impossible to share half with you." Jiang Yizheng said with tears: "The sweet potato that Dad bought for me in memory is really big, woo woo woo..."

Ning Buwei: "??"

It turned out that the sad part was not being able to eat - really... not surprising at all.

"Huh?" Ning Xiu was hugged by Chu Jun and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Yizheng.

Seeing this, Jiang Yizheng wiped away his tears, hugged him, and wiped the rice paste residue from the corner of his mouth.

Ning Xiu touched the corners of her red eyes with his small hand, "Da? Da!"

Who bullied big sister?I'm going to hit him!

"I'm fine, it's too windy outside." Jiang Yizheng kissed his soft little face, "It's enough for Xiaoshan to give my sister a kiss!"

Ning Xiu laughed happily, lying in her arms, picking and choosing among his little bells, and finally gave her a small piece of rag with a little yellow duck on it, "Ah~"

Don't be unhappy~

Jiang Yizheng happily accepted it, expressing that he liked it very much.

Ning Buwei leaned against the door frame, looking down at Ning Xiu and Jiang Yizheng, a little lost in thought.

Chu Jun walked up to him, "Back pain?"

Ning Buwei put his hands down from his waist as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Oh, my waist is fine."

Chu Jun put his palms on his lower back, Ning Buwei wanted to hide immediately, but Chu Jun predicted his movements, and easily grabbed him, as if he was throwing himself into his arms.

"Last night—" Chu Jun was interrupted roughly by Ning Buwei as soon as he started.

"Last night, I was afraid that you would be too tired so I didn't...that or something." Ning Buwei said seriously, "I have a very good waist."

Chu Jun covered the warm spiritual power on his palms and his waist, rubbed it gently for him, and said in a low voice without changing his face: "The integration of spiritual consciousness is indeed conducive to cultivation. I indulged last night. Next time, I can do it." Go to practice in my sea of ​​consciousness."

The always cold beauty spoke of God so righteously, and even kindly invited him to her own sea of ​​consciousness... She would rather not be moved by her Adam's apple.

He is not a Buddhist cultivator with a pure heart and few desires, how can he resist this?

Ning Buwei flashed countless indescribable situations in his mind, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "In that case, then I, then I will be disrespectful."

"Your waist is fine," Chu Jun replied, paused for a moment strangely, looked at Ning Buwei and asked, "What you said you didn't do last night...wasn't cultivation?"

"Ah?" Looking into Chu Jun's clear eyes, Ning Buwei couldn't make up his mind, "Ah."

The tips of Chu Jun's ears turned red slightly, "If you want to change—"

"No!" Ning Buwei sternly beat him up, "Don't think about it."

Chu Jun glanced at his red ears and neck, and smiled slightly, "Oh."

Ning Buwei always felt that his smile was a bit malicious, but when he looked closely, he showed a gentle look that was easy to bully.

So he couldn't help but hook Chu Jun's chin lightly, and before Chu Jun could react, he strode into the cabin.

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Because of Yan Liuguang's troubles for a long time, now it's daylight, Ning Buwei was worried that Jiang Yizheng would think too much, but after half an hour, he saw her sitting in a group of people eating chicken legs, eating the happiest.

"..." Ning Buwei reached out and fished Ning Xiu from the table.

Ning Xiu may have a lot of resentment for not being able to eat meat, wriggling in his arms, drooling all over his neck.

Ning Buwei simply carried him to the stern of the boat to look at the clouds.

Sure enough, Ning Xiu's attention was quickly diverted, and he watched with relish watching the shapeless clouds.

Ning Xiu looked at it for a while and pointed it to Ning Buwei: "Ah~"

Daddy, a big snow beast~ look~

As a result, Ning Buwei didn't make a sound, he turned his head and saw that Ning Buwei had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Ning Xiu wanted to ask his father to get up and watch the snow beast with him, but Chu Jun hugged him into his arms, "Cool~ huh?"

Mother~ what are you doing?

"Your father is very tired, don't make trouble with him." Chu Jun reached out and pinched his little face, "Go play with brother."

Feng Zizhang, who came with him, understood, hugged Ning Xiu, and then quietly entered the cabin, even closing the door intimately.

Moreover, searching for the soul is extremely harmful to the soul. Even if you have a good number of people who search for your own soul, it will not be easy. Not very happy.

Ning Buwei hides a lot of things in his heart, even to him, he won't reveal it easily, occasionally revealing a little by accident, it will be ignored by gags and jokes.

Chu Jun sat beside him, and the scarlet spiritual power lightly attached to him, slowly seeping into the meridians and acupuncture points of his whole body.

Ning Buwei frowned, but did not move, allowing the spiritual power to flow through the meridians.

Chu Jun patiently mended the large and small wounds on his soul, but his eyes became more and more puzzled.

These wounds didn't look like they were left after only one soul search, but some of them looked like old diseases.

"When I first started practicing evil methods, I always couldn't control the strength well, and I was always on the verge of going crazy." Ning Buwei suddenly said, but didn't open his eyes.

Chu Jun's spiritual power to heal his wounds stagnated slightly, and then continued.

"Xiao Jiang was only seven years old when I picked her up in Licheng. I bought her a piece of sweet potato, and she remembered me..." Ning Buwei said slowly, "At that time I was in a hurry to practice, and I felt I am very powerful, it is impossible for me to really go crazy... But that day I killed so much that I couldn't see people clearly, I just wanted to kill everything that was still alive."

Chu Jun stopped his spiritual power, reached out and squeezed his shoulder, "Chengfeng, stop talking."

Ning Buwei's voice was a little trembling, but he suppressed it firmly, "I... can't remember if anyone came at me."

"I don't know if it was Xiao Jiang who blocked the knife from someone else, or," Ning Buwei opened his eyes, scarlet flashed in his long and narrow pupils, and his voice was extremely low and clear, "Or... I chopped it myself."

Even if it was a soul search, he couldn't be sure that the memory of his obsession was accurate.

Maybe there really was a monk slashing at him with a knife, maybe he was the one with the knife, but he could never be sure.

Chu Jun knew how these innumerable wounds on his mind and soul came about, but because he knew it, he couldn't control his emotions.

"Ning Chengfeng, what do you think you are?"

Ning Buwei glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said: "I haven't searched it a few times, but after I became sensible, I didn't search it again... I also let this matter go."

There are many things for which there is no answer, and in the end it is only me who competes with myself, which is stupid and useless, and unnecessary.

Chu Jun stared at him expressionlessly, Ning Buwei was actually a little scared of him, it always reminded him involuntarily of the scene when he was taught by his ears when he was young, although he was not a serious master who kowtowed and served tea, but The deterrence is not lost at all.

Ning Buwei raised his hand and lightly pressed the center of his brow with his thumb, and said with a smile, "It doesn't look good when a beauty frowns, and she's prone to wrinkles, so just smile."

Chu Jun's brows loosened, and he grabbed his dishonest hand, "Don't laugh if you don't want to."

The corners of Ning Buwei's raised mouth slowly dropped, and he touched his nose guiltily, "Oh."

Chu Jun was probably a little angry, but his anger was as calm as he was. The big devil had never been good at coaxing people, and he had racked his brains and used what he had learned in his life against Chu Jun. Now He was a little overwhelmed by what he said.

There is also a little embarrassment after uncovering his scars with his own hands.

The air on the deck did not know when it became thinner, which made him unable to stay any longer.

Ning Buwei stretched out his hands on the deck and tried to get up, "I'll go first—"

He couldn't get up because Chu Jun held him in his arms.

Chu Jun's body is always warm, unlike him who is always cold, and has a bitter fragrance that he likes very much, but he has never had the nerve to ask what it is... Ning would not think about it for a while. Well, Chu Jun has such a slender waist and strong hands, what kind of luck is he having today, after that hug, he looks like a sweet potato.

Chu Jun hugged him and sighed softly, with imperceptible regret in his voice: "If I leave the customs earlier...it will be fine."

Ning Buwei thought it was nothing at first, but when he heard Chu Jun's words, his nose suddenly became sore.

He let himself let go of his strength and leaned against Chu Jun, and sneered lazily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"