From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

The concierge pointed to a place: "In the study."

Ke Fan held her hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter. His footsteps were almost out of the afterimage. If Meng Liu hadn't been a monk, he wouldn't have been able to keep up with him.

"Don't be so nervous. Yiyi has a good temper and has been talking about you all these years."

Ke Fan's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Senior sister is so awesome, she hid such a big child under my nose, and she even refused to let her biological father see her!"

Meng Liu laughed sarcastically.

In two sentences, he had already reached the door of the study.

The voices of the child and his parents came from inside, and Ke Fan was a little afraid to go in for a while.

He wanted to see his daughter, but he was a little afraid. Would she blame him for not fulfilling his responsibilities as a father for so many years?

The door was pushed open by Meng Liu, and the little girl sitting with her back to them turned back curiously. Perhaps the father and son were connected, and both Ke Fan and Ke Yi were stunned for a moment.

Ke Yiyi reacted faster. She jumped off the stool with a smile and ran over: "Mother~"

Meng Liu picked her up and looked at her lovingly: "How have you been these past few days?"

"My grandparents are very good to me, but I miss my mother~" She put her little hand around Meng Liu's neck and looked at Ke Fan secretly.

Ke Fan was also looking at her. The face that looked exactly like him had much richer expressions than his own. His eyes suddenly felt sore and he didn't know what to say.

The eyes of the elder and the younger suddenly met, and Ke Yi quickly buried his head in Meng Liu's neck, and soon looked at him quietly again.

Yang Shuangshuang smiled and pulled Ke Qiyan up: "My parents are back, and we have retired. You can talk alone."

Ke Qiyan said: "Ke Fan, please control your temper and don't scare the child!"

The people left and the air suddenly became quiet.

Meng Liu sat down with the child in his arms: "Yiyi, this is your father."

Ke Yiyi turned to look at Ke Fan again, and then turned his head away, as if he wasn't very happy.

Ke Fan's lips were bitter, and he spoke with difficulty: "Are you called Yiyi? Which one?"

Ke Yiyi ignored him, Meng Liu patted her back: "Yiyi, talk, did mother say that it is rude to ignore people?"

Ke Yiyi curled his lips: "Huh, why did you go there earlier? I haven't seen anyone in so many years."

Ke Fan suddenly turned pale and looked at Meng Liu. She coughed twice unnaturally: "Yiyi, it's a long story. In fact, your father didn't even know you existed at the beginning, and he has been looking for us for the past five years. , Mom was almost in danger yesterday, and it was your father who saved me."

Ke Yiyi's face softened and he replied: "It's one, two, three, four." After thinking about it, she added, "Dad."

Ke Fan was about to burst into tears with excitement. Meng Liu looked at the child with a smile: "My mother's hands are sore. You are such a big girl, why are you still relying on me? Can you let your father hug you?"

Ke Yi nodded: "Okay."

Ke Fan was at a loss. He had never held a child before, but his daughter always wanted to be closer to her.

He took Ke Yiyi tremblingly. The little man put his arms around his neck and looked up at him from time to time.

After getting over the previous discomfort, Ke Yiyi took the lead and asked: "Are you really my father?"

Ke Fan nodded: "Of course." After saying that, he felt a little cold again, "Yes, I am your father."

Ke Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Why do you look so similar to me?"

Meng Liu and Ke Fan couldn't laugh or cry. He tapped the little girl's nose and said, "You look like dad."

Ke Yi turned around and asked what he was most concerned about: "Dad, what kind of cultivation are you doing?"

"Become a god."

Ke Yi cheered: "Then can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship? My mother is too lazy. She doesn't get up until three o'clock in the morning every day. Every time, I can only practice with the tiger cubs." She sighed, "It's a pity. My strength has far surpassed theirs, it’s so lonely to be invincible!”

Ke Fan chuckled, thinking that it was the tiger cub who gave way to her.

"Okay, dad will practice sword practice with you every day from now on."

Ke Yi happily smacked Ke Fan's face, and Ke Fan was stunned again.

She looked at him anxiously: "You...don't you like it?"

Ke Fan quickly shook his head: "No, dad likes it very much!"

The family chatted happily for a while. Ke Fan, who had just met his daughter, asked her for stars but not the moon. After a while, he emptied his private treasury of all the things that the little girl would like.

He couldn't bear to let go of Ke Yiyi when he was holding her. Until dinner, he behaved like his mother and insisted on feeding her one bite at a time.

At night, they even hugged Ke Yi and squeezed next to Meng Liu, and the family of three slept together.

He didn't sleep either. He just turned his body sideways and looked at Ke Yiyi, who was already sleeping soundly.

Meng Liu yawned: "Junior brother, are you not sleepy yet? Let's see tomorrow. Get some rest early."

Ke Fan looked at her angrily and said in a strange tone: "Senior sister, I have been seeing you for five years. I just saw my child for the first time today. What's wrong with seeing her more?"

Meng Liu stopped talking. She was always wrong about this matter. She whispered: "Okay, then take your time and watch."

Turned around and fell asleep.

When Meng Liu woke up the next day, the bed beside her was already cold. She packed herself up and opened the door.

Ke Fan is practicing sword practice with Ke Yiyi.

Ke Yi wears a huge East China Sea Pearl on his head and a deep-sea shark gauze on his body. His whole person is jewel-like, but a bit earthy.

Meng Liu: "..."

These are all good things that ordinary people have never heard of, but is there something wrong with Ke Fan's aesthetics?

"Mother, get up." Ke Yi put down his sword and ran over, hugging her leg.

Meng Liu touched her face: "Well, how was your practice today?"

Ke Yiyi's face was full of excitement: "Dad is so awesome. He taught me a set of exercises, and now I can cut down trees!"

Ke Fan put away his sword and walked over. The boy beside him said something in his ear, and he nodded.

"Senior sister is up, then come with me to choose a bodyguard for Yiyi."

There are hundreds of little boys between eight and ten years old lined up in the yard. According to the rules of the Ke family, each master will be equipped with two guards to grow up with him.

These little boys are all orphans, one in a million with spiritual roots. After being adopted by the Ke family, they will be sent to a training camp to fight with monsters and people. Only the ones who survive to the end are qualified to be brought here.

If they are not selected by Ke Yiyi, they will be sent back again and continue to fight monsters and people.

Meng Liu frowned, it was a bit too cruel, but the world of cultivating immortals was like this. The weak preyed on the strong. Since it was the rule of the Ke family, she couldn't say much.

Just check and don't let Ke Yi choose the mission person one by one.

Ke Fan held the child in his arms: "Let's see, which one do you like? Can you choose two to grow up with you?"

Ke Yiyi clapped his hands excitedly: "Okay, okay, then I will have two brothers in the future."