"Wanxi" Ji Ciyan felt that his mood was not right.
She put down the book, carried the small ball on her lap, wiped away the tears on his soft skin, and looked at it, just like someone, just crying The innocent eyebrows will turn red.
He sighed slightly.
The age in the divine world is different from that in the lower world.
Wanxi is only three years old in a hundred years.
Although he is talented and intelligent, God's way is that if the family is reunited and harmonious, he will be happy to see it.
But now, he might as well pray for him.
Grow up quickly.
How could he endure the pain of missing his mother?
Misty fairy music sounded, colorful lights shone together, the phoenix returned to its ancestors, and cried seven or seventy-nine times.
Ji Ciyan looked over there, the red light shined, she really didn't expect that the Phoenix clan returned to their ancestors so powerfully this time Yes, usually the phoenix crows three times.
Even the Phoenix King now only has twenty-seven voices.
The only exception is the Phoenix Girl Huang Ge back then.
But now, even if there is someone who looks so similar to her, the father and son are not in the mood to see it.
The little baby cried for a while, but he was still a child after all.
He couldn't help the emotional fluctuations, so he lay on his father's body and fell asleep.
Red flowers and trees were falling, and a fiery red ball lay on Ji Ciyan's body, like a ball of red glutinous rice dumplings.
When the Son of the Sun God drove back, the little nanny woke up leisurely.
He had slept for so long and yawned.
He shook his little head and dozed off again on his unscrupulous father.
Ji Ciyan knew that the child was not sleeping soundly, so she did not move and kept reading there.
But a red shadow flashed in the distance, and the little milk bag's eyes slowly opened wide and turned into a ball.
The visitor was dressed in a red fairy robe, with layers of wide sleeves, gold silk around the phoenix, and a folded hem at the back.
His long linen hair was spread all over the floor.
His long hair was loosely crowned by a feather crown, and his eyes were very big.
Youshen looked very similar to him.
He lay on Ji Ciyan's body and stopped moving.
The cold brows and strong aura, and the raised collar added a bit of inviolability to him.
However, when he looked at that flawless person, he had a good impression, with fair skin and lightly swept eyebrows.
Looking over, there was a slight difference in the man's eyes.
Then something changed.
The man's eyebrows were crooked and his smile was so pretty.
The little girl was stunned and tried to open her mouth but no sound came out.
"What's wrong Wanxi?"
Ji Ciyan felt his stiffness and thought he was sleeping too much and wanted to go down.
"Father, does your baby have an uncle?"
"Haha" an elegant female voice sounded behind Ji Ciyan, and she smiled so happily.
The book in Ji Ciyan's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a bang, and she turned around in disbelief.
She saw a jade bone fan, a crown with phoenix feathers, and a peerless red dress.
Young Master Fuyao "Your Highness Your Highness Your Highness" The past events are vivid in her mind.
In the God Realm, she always looked like a little hedgehog and lost her memory.
He was a half-demon from the fox tribe who had low self-esteem because of his status.
She was the troubled young master of Xiaolingxian Mountain.
She saved him and he loved her.
But This must be an illusion.
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Ji Ciyan hurriedly picked up the book and looked at it, but the feeling in his arms was no longer calm.
He immediately broke away from Ji Ciyan's arms.
Huang Ge looked at the small ball. , after running over but not daring to get close to her, the pain in her heart could no longer be suppressed, tears dripped down the corners of her eyes, "Wanxi" stretched out her hand, and the little girl's eyes were wet.
"Are you?"
he tried to ask, but the little child cried louder than anyone else.
"Ge'er, you are" He loved her like crazy in two reincarnations, and when they met again, he was actually afraid that it wasn't His love for her was so intense that he was afraid of her, unlike others who dared to yell at her.
After losing her, he retained the memory of the human world, but he could not forget her death.
He watched her perish together with the devil, and his world became a blur.
All that's left is silence.
So much so that he ignored Wanxi, causing him to never know his gender.
Feng Fuyao looked at Ji Ciyan, the tears in the corners of her eyes had already turned into rivers, her soft little fingertips slid over that place, and she hugged her mother and took a bite, "Are you uncle?"
The little girl with big eyes looked at her cutely, not daring to call her the name he practiced every day when he came here.
Feng Fuyao held him like a ball.
She gave him to the Devil's Pool when he was born.
Looking at him, her heart melted into a puddle of water.
"The children recognize me, but you don't recognize me."
She didn't look at it.
He lightly said a word and flew out of the place.
Ji Ciyan blinked, still unaware of the fact that she had fallen out of favor.
The fairy light flashed and no one was seen
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