An Jing turned over and over several times but couldn't find a quilt to block out the annoying sound. She opened her eyes angrily, and all she saw was a sea of ​​white.

It didn't look like snow, nor like clouds, it was as if she was in a thick fog.

However, when she looked up, why was the fog only beside her and not in the air?

Before An Jing could figure out what was going on, she saw an old man in tattered clothes standing in front of her. She was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up with a somersault.

"Who are you?"

Before the old man could answer, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.

"Ah—what's going on?"

"How did I change back?"

The little Pixiu stomped its front legs and shouted "change", but it did not turn into a human as she expected.

The little Pixiu refused to believe it and continued to stomp his feet in a different direction.

"Why can't I change back!" An Jing finally figured out the key. She suddenly jumped in front of the old man and stepped on him.

Eh?

Why didn't you step on him?

The old man burst into laughter. An Jing was furious: "Who are you?"

How dare he play tricks in her dream!

The old man laughed enough before he gently put down An Jing's front foot, touched her head, and before An Jing got angry, he said, "Chengjun, I am your father."

An Jing shook her head vigorously, glaring at him with bared teeth. She was stunned for a moment, then her expression returned to normal. She circled around the old man twice and said, "Where did you come from, old man? How dare you pretend to be my father? Do you know who my father is?"

The old man let her turn and looked at her lovingly: "Oh? Who is your father?"

An Jing raised her head proudly: "My father is the only ancient divine beast in the Three Realms. Even the Heavenly Emperor has to bow down to him. You old monster, dare to speak so arrogantly? Be careful that he will eat you up in one bite."

The old man asked back: "How can he prove that he is your father?"

An Jing was confused by the question.

"What a bullshit question. Why should my dad prove that he is my dad?"

The old man asked again: "Who is your mother?"

An Jing snorted: "I don't have a mother."

"The Pixiu is the incarnation of destiny. It is the only beast in the Three Realms that is both a fierce beast and a lucky beast. It has the strongest divine power and extraordinary destiny. In the Three Realms, only the Pixiu itself can give birth to such a body. All other living beings who are pregnant with the child of the Pixiu will explode and die. They cannot give birth at all. Tell me, how did Baijie become your father?"

An Jing tilted her head, her big eyes full of confusion: "Who are you?"

The old man: "I told you, I am your father."

An Jing asked again: "Then who is my mother?"

The old man paused suspiciously: "You don't have a mother."

An Jing lifted her front foot, snorted disdainfully, and lazily walked in front of him twice: "Okay, since you said you are my father, then give me some treasure to play with."

The old man said: "Your weapon, the Four Symbols Evil-Slaying Sword, was given to you by me."

An Jing immediately retorted: "Bullshit! I picked it up in Surabaya..."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then you are lucky."

An Jing was suspicious and looked up at him carefully: "Who are you?"

It was able to invade her dreams silently. Although she was a mortal now, she still had the system. How come the system didn't give her any warning?

wrong!

So he is——

"Are you the way of heaven?" An Jing's eyes suddenly widened.

The old man said cheerfully, "Well, that's what all three realms call me."

An Jing sat down on the ground and stared at him blankly: "You, you are really the way of heaven?"

The old man looked at her gently and said, "Don't you usually scold me with great vigor? Why are you scared now?"

An Jing stood up immediately, but her tail drooped noticeably and was not swinging as vigorously as before.

"What am I afraid of? Who has my little Pixiu ever been afraid of?"

"You have such a mouth..." The old man shook his head helplessly.

An Jing suddenly thought of the question just now, and her breathing stagnated: "Why did you say you are my...father?"

The old man: "Baijie is the first Pixiu I created, and you are the second..."

He waved his sleeves in front of An Jing, and a scroll immediately appeared in the air. The scroll was fluctuating, and on it was the scene of An Jing's birth.

At the edge of the underworld, at the edge of the spirit world, in the dark sky, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. A Pixiu less than half a meter long fell from the sky and landed at the intersection of the two worlds. In an instant, all the evil spirits in the underworld disappeared, and countless black shadows floated to the side of the little Pixiu. With a breath, the little Pixiu swallowed all the evil spirits into its stomach.

And just a moment later, Baijie appeared here for some reason. The moment he saw the little Pixiu, he threw away all the treasures in his arms and immediately picked it up.

"Little brat!"

"She's still a little girl!"

"Who - who on earth gave birth to a baby for me!"

Baijie in the scroll was overwhelmed with joy and soon ran away with the child in her arms. A few seconds later, she ran back, picked up the jade pendant and marriage certificate that had fallen on the ground, and disappeared on the spot.

An Jing was shocked and the old man sighed.

"Damn Baijie, he stole you right after you were born, and he even spread rumors everywhere that you were his own child. It makes me so angry!"

An Jing turned her head slowly: "So, my father is not my father."

The old man looked at her lovingly and said, "Yes, he should be your brother."

"..."

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