The child looked to be four or five years old.
He was wearing a pale gold robe that changed color in the sunlight.
He had big eyes, long eyelashes, and a slightly pursed mouth that looked more delicate than flower petals.
He was holding a flower basket in his hand, floating on the side.
Floating along, throwing flower petals, behind him were a group of virgins in snow-white skirts and a group of boys in light blue robes.
These children are all very beautiful, but together they are not as good-looking as the boy in the pale gold robe.
The child's lips curved into a slight smile.
Even under the gaze of such eyes, he showed no fright and just faced the newlyweds.
Gu Xijiu's heart skipped a beat when she saw the child in the air.
In a trance, a picture appeared in front of my eyes.
A man and a woman were squeezed into a gap and couldn't get out for a while.
The man suddenly became smaller, was hugged by the woman, and rushed out of the gap.
The woman casually put down the person in her arms, and then she realized that the person in her arms had turned into a child, less than one meter tall.
After the woman stayed for a moment, she turned around and left.
But after taking two steps, she turned back and saw the child standing there trying to grow taller.
Seeing the woman looking at him, he smiled sheepishly and laughed twice.
A dimple These scenes almost flashed by, and for some reason, Gu Xijiu actually saw clearly the child in the illusion this time.
He was exactly the same as the child below who was acting as a flower girl.
Her heart seemed to have been hit hard by something, and she regained her composure.
I looked at the child again, and saw a bouquet of flowers conjured up in the child's hand, and was handing it to the bride's hand with a smile, and said in a crisp voice: "Mother, happy wedding, happy birthday."
Gu Xijiu was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that this child was the son of the newlywed couple in front of her, the legendary son of gods and demons, Shen Nianmo.
Shen Nianmo's little robe was perfectly dressed, with not even a wrinkle on it.
Standing side by side with Shen Nianmo was a very pink and beautiful baby girl with big eyes, who also raised her head and sent blessings.
The bride Ning Xuemo was naturally very happy.
She took the bouquet from her son's hand and rubbed her son's hair and then the baby girl's hair.
The baby girl smiled happily, but Shen Nianmo pursed her lips slightly.
The wedding continued, and almost everyone present looked at the newlyweds.
Gu Xijiu was hidden in the air, but she couldn't help but look at Shen Nianmo again and again.
Didn't it mean that this son of gods and demons was less than one year old?
He looked like he was four or five years old.
Shen Nianmo was obviously the leader of this group of children.
After completing the flower girl task, the group of children gathered around him and talked to him.
The female doll who presented flowers to Shen Nianmo followed Shen Nianmo like a dog-skin plaster.
She took a handful of candies from somewhere and handed them to Shen Nianmo like a treasure: "Brother Nianmo, here you go. eat."
Shen Nianmo was so stinky that he didn't even mean to connect: "I don't like sweets."
The female doll was bored, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all.
She still stayed by his side, looking up at the two people who were worshiping heaven and earth, with a look of longing on her face: "It would be great to get married.
Brother Mo, I will marry you when I grow up."
Can I give it to you?”
Shen Nianmo tilted his head and looked at the female doll.
He took out a chili pepper from somewhere and handed it to the female doll: "Do you dare to eat this?"
The girl looked at the red pepper and then at Shen Nianmo.
With a sudden thought, she grabbed the pepper and took a big bite: