Show Love [Quick Transmigration]

It is said that being a mother is strong, but Yuanfeng who gave birth to a little bun still has a childlike heart, but little Kunpeng does not cry or make trouble, and every time he talks to Yuanfeng, he is serious like a little old man.

"Good morning, mother." Early in the morning, little Kunpeng went to Yuanfeng's room fully dressed, stood by the bed, and began to call the parent who was still lying on the bed, "Mom, it's time to get up."

Yuan Feng, who closed his eyes, frowned when he heard the voice, turned over and turned his back outward, as if he didn't hear what Xiao Kunpeng said.

"Mom, it's time to get up." It was the same sentence, but the voice was a little louder than before.

After pulling off the quilt, Yuanfeng still didn't intend to open his eyes.

Looking at the scene that would happen every morning, Xiao Kunpeng sighed, climbed into bed skillfully, and began to grab the quilt with Yuanfeng.Although he was small, Kunpeng exerted all his strength, and Yuanfeng didn't dare to use too much force for fear of accidentally hurting him. When Hongjun came back with breakfast, what he saw was a tug-of-war between one large and one small quilts on the bed.

Master Daozu, who couldn't help but smile wryly, put down the things in his hand, walked over and hugged the blushing little Kunpeng, "Hey, let your mother sleep for a while."

"It's time to start." Little Kunpeng still stubbornly replied.

Hongjun helpless: "Okay, it's time to get up, you go to eat first, I'll wake him up."

Little Kunpeng thought for a while, then nodded, he accepted the suggestion, and was let down. After putting on his shoes, he did not forget to remind him before going out, "I will come back after eating."

Hongjun: ...

"Hongjun!" Yuanfeng, who had been called up by her son for several days in a row, and had nothing to sleep in, finally got mad, and the object of venting was the child's father, "Take care of your son!"

Hongjun touched his nose helplessly, knowing that he could not add fuel to the flames at this moment, so he put on a flattering smile, "Is the child doing this because he cares about you?"

"But I want to sleep, I want to sleep! Sleep!" After speaking, with a sad tone, he hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed.

In the end, when Little Kunpeng came back, Yuanfeng got up with a depressed face. After breakfast, the family of three went to the practice room, and Hongjun served as a partner for Yuanfeng and Little Kunpeng to improve their strength in the battle.

Another day passed like this, but after dinner at night, when Hongjun followed Yuanfeng back to the room for hair tie, the door was closed, and a sentence came from behind the door, "When will my son not tell me to get up early, you can come back sleep."

Master Daozu, who secretly supported Xiao Kunpeng's actions and deliberately didn't stop him, finally reaped the consequences, involving his own happy life, and his efficiency suddenly became higher. The next day, Yuanfeng woke up naturally after sleeping.

Yuanfeng, who had had enough sleep, was in a good mood and asked the child's father how he made Xiao Kunpeng obedient and not disturb his sleep.

"I thought yesterday that he was born so long ago that he hasn't seen two uncles yet. Zulong and Shiqilin should also want to meet Kunpeng." Hongjun replied tactfully.

"So?" Yuanfeng stared at him.

"So, I sent him to your second brother." Lord Daozu whispered more and more.

The child's mother sneered: "Ha ha."

When Yuanfeng and Hongjun, who were worried about Little Kunpeng being bullied, went to Longer's site to take their son home, they saw their own little Douding teaching a group of older sons a serious face, as if Became the king of children.

Looking at Yazi, who even his second elder brother couldn't train him sometimes, with a look of complete convincing at this moment, Yuanfeng didn't know how to react at this moment.

"Are you still taking Kunpeng back?" Master Daozu asked softly.

"..." Yuanfeng rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that the scene in front of him was not dazzled by himself, he turned around, "Forget it, let's go back. He has a good life here, so come pick him up in a few days."

Hongjun followed obediently, and began to plan how to live in the world of two.

The prehistoric era does not remember the years, and time passed by unsteadily.

Hongjun beheaded good corpses and evil corpses one after another. His strength was already comparable to that of a sage of heaven, but there was no sign of sanctification.

Compared to Yuanfeng's confusion, Hongjun himself did not feel any anxiety, but was very calm. He believed that one day he would know the reason.

On this day, Hongjun was meditating, and suddenly his heart came to him, and he had a key step in his own sanctification in his mind, cutting himself off and following the way of heaven.

When he uttered those six characters, Hongjun uncontrollably released his coercion as if venting, and everything in the meditation room turned into dust, except the futon he was sitting on.

It took only a moment for him to lose control, and the next moment, Hongjun regained his calm, and he had already made a decision in his heart. Facing the empty meditation room, he laughed lowly, and he didn't know who he was answering, "It's just a saint. so what."

He got up and flicked his clothes, and walked away, and the only futon left was also annihilated.

night.

"Hongjun, why are all the things in the meditation room gone?" Yuanfeng, who was nestled in Hongjun's arms in a comfortable posture, recalled the doubts just now.

Hongjun replied lightly, "I didn't control myself when I was meditating just now, and I accidentally ruined things."

"Unable to control?" Yuanfeng sat up straight, "What happened?"

Hongjun didn't want to lie, so he answered truthfully, but he didn't expect Yuanfeng to be so sensitive, "It's okay."

Yuanfeng looked at him, wanting an answer, Hongjun looked at his stubborn appearance, and finally understood that Kunpeng's stubbornness was not without reason, "Well, I just learned the method of becoming a saint, but..."

Hongjun's hesitation to speak stopped Yuanfeng from misunderstood that the method was too difficult, so Hongjun couldn't help venting out, so he encouraged, "No matter how difficult it is, I believe you can do it!"

"What if I can never become a saint?" Knowing that his lover had misunderstood, Hongjun didn't explain.

"That's okay, anyway, you will always be the most powerful in my heart!" As soon as the words came out, Yuanfeng, who was frightened by her confession, blushed with embarrassment, so she slipped back into Hongjun's arms to escape.

Hongjun, who was rarely confessed by his lover in this way, was also happy. Feeling Hongjun's chest trembled with laughter, Yuanfeng pouted and thought, such a sentence is so happy, will he say it more often in the future?

Hongjun, who has Yuanfeng in charge of everything, originally thought that the matter of sanctification would be over like this. However, the established fate does not seem to be so easy to change.

After Hongjun decided to give up sanctification, a few pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, which were blurry at first, but gradually became clear, and the pictures gradually became coherent.

Finally, one night, he saw the whole picture. After waking up in a cold sweat, he didn't bother to wipe off the sweat, and slowly stroked the face of the person around him with trembling hands. The man was tightly wrapped in his arms, but he still remembered to control the strength so as not to make him feel uncomfortable.

Just like that until dawn, when the first ray of morning light entered the room, a dry voice murmured, "Okay, you won."

On the bed, the handsome man tenderly kissed his sleeping lover on the forehead.

Sorry, but, I love you.