The Rabbit God of Time Traveling

Time: 16-12-3108:01

Bai Yan squinted at the Demon King: "Then what if I'm really ugly? Or if I always look like a rabbit, will you still like me?"

The demon king raised his eyebrows: "It's natural."

Although Bai Yan felt warm in her heart, she half believed it.

He didn't continue to question, but changed direction, resting his head on the demon king's lap, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The wind was slightly cool, and it blew over the ends of the demon king's hair, but it was extremely smooth, as if it was afraid of disturbing the comfort of him and the young man.

The human world is always very lively during the day, and the people coming and going in the market are busy and never stop.

As soon as Yan Putou came back to this small town, it seemed much more interesting than the place where he used to live.

"Munan, look, there seem to be more people here than where we used to live." Yan Pu's face was a little pale, but it was brightly illuminated by the sun.

The red birthmark on Mu Nan's face was covered by his long bangs, only half of his face was exposed, but he still couldn't hide his sharp eyes: "En." He responded lightly.

The sores on his face had healed, but the red birthmark still made him reluctant to appear in places with too many people.

"My lord, let's go back to the manor to look for Madam, shall I? Madam must have been anxiously waiting." He was supposed to arrive early this morning, but Yan Pu was playing around, and the time passed in no time.

"Okay, I have to go out for a walk when I'm done packing." Yan Pu was in high spirits, and his pale face turned slightly red.

At the gate of Yanfu's other courtyard, Mrs. Yan had already stretched her neck to wait for her most beloved young son.

Yan Pu was the youngest child she conceived in her 30s. Perhaps because of insufficient womb, Yan Pu was born weak and sick.

He has been raised in the capital for many years but did not recover, so the doctor suggested that he should go to a small town to recuperate, maybe he will recover sooner.

So Yanfu specially bought houses in several places for him to cultivate.

"Pu'er." Seeing her beloved youngest son approaching gracefully, Mrs. Yan was very happy and rushed to greet her.

"Mom, why are you standing at the door?"

"Isn't it just to wait for you." Madam Yan looked at him carefully, "Pu'er has grown taller."

"Not only has he grown taller, but his body is also much better than before, isn't it Koike?"

"Yes! Madame, don't worry."

Madam Yan nodded in satisfaction, but quickly turned her gaze to Mu Nan.

Yan Pu noticed the way Madam Yan looked at him and immediately answered, "I met him when I went to play. His name is Mu Nan, and he is taking care of me personally now."

Madam Yan didn't say anything, she just took Yan Pu's hand affectionately and walked into the house.

"You are still the same as before. Are you tired? Mother asked someone to cook your favorite soup for you. You need to drink a few more bowls."

Yan Pu was forced to drink a full stomach of the soup, and pushed away the bowl in front of him when he couldn't finish it: "Mother, why are you so eager to call me here all of a sudden?"

"Pu'er, when my mother was in the capital, I heard that there is a temple here that is very efficacious and will respond to every request. You were born with a bad health. It's all your mother's fault, so mother wanted to come here to have a look. Yesterday, my mother already I went to see it, the incense is very strong, and there are many nobles secretly worshiping again, maybe it can cure your illness."

Yan Pu's nose soured: "Mother, how could it be your fault, you are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Mrs. Yan held Yan Pu's hand tightly: "Mother was already in her 30s when she was pregnant with you, and her body was not as good as before. Even though she took care of you so carefully, it was still difficult to give birth to you. You burned continuously shortly after you were born. For a few days, Mother almost thought that this child could not be kept anymore, but fortunately, you are fine."

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