The seal of the attack target is lifted, and the martial arts conference held every four years is about to be held.

Even though the once-in-four-year slots were full, Bai Lin couldn't stop Bai Lin's gossiping heart, and without waiting for Mo Junyue to say anything, he urged them to go together.

Going to the martial arts conference is a trivial matter, the important thing is that he must go back first, as the leader of the demon sect, he must find someone to follow him, and he must meet again.

So without even thinking about it, Mo Junyue directly confessed to Bai Lin that she was the leader of the Demon Cult. Surprisingly, Bai Lin acted calmly as if Mo Junyue was not the leader of the Demon Cult, but more like the silly son of the landlord of the neighboring village.

Cut, as a man with a script in his hand, how could he be surprised by such a trivial matter? If it weren't for the fact that the information was clearly written, even Mo Junyue's panic-stricken behavior in the past half a year would have made him suspect that the matter of the leader of the Demon Cult was true. True or false.

Under the premise of Mo Junyue rambling about her life experience all the way, the two finally arrived at Xuancheng where the Demon Cult is located. When they got off the car, Bai Lin was dazzled. Can he really be said to be the old den of the Demon Cult? She is exposed, she doesn't shy away from seeing men, and even quite a few wink at him.

Sure enough, martial arts novels do not deceive me, Bai Lin has an honest face.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

I'm still my grandfather——Bai Lin turned his head indifferently, and then suddenly bumped into soft glutinous rice balls in his arms. At that moment, his heart seemed to be captured by something.

The little girl in her arms has round eyes, and her plump cheeks are like small glutinous rice balls, white and tender, so Bai Lin can't wait to pinch them open with her hands to see what's inside.

Seeing that she had hugged the wrong person, the little girl hurriedly backed away, and when she saw Mo Junyue, she immediately rushed out with wide-eyed smiles, hugged her baby and acted like a baby.

"This is my daughter." Mo Junyue paused, her eyes full of doting.

As early as on the way here, he had said that Mo Tiantian was picked up by him, not his own daughter.

"My name is Mo Tiantian, hello brother."

No one can stop the cutie's gentle offensive. When Mo Tiantian knew that Bai Lin was a good friend of her father's, she acted like a baby and acted cute in every way, and Bai Lin's warm heart almost melted.

It was cuddling and hugging, helping change clothes and even helping the little girl tie a crooked braid, Bai Lin was very happy, Mo Tiantian was even more delighted.

The elder brother in front of me must be my mother, and my father promised to help Tiantian find her mother, so elder brother=mother, perfect!

Bai Lin didn't know that he was being treated as a mother, but felt that the little girl was getting clingy, seeing him crying so hard that he kept calling for Brother Bai, even Mo Junyue was useless.

"I said, are you stupid? It's because the underwear is not on the outside."

Bai Lin wished to open Mo Junyue's brain to see what was inside, he couldn't even tell the inner clothes apart, and almost put the clothes inside them on the outside, this is in modern times, proper underwear to wear outside, my friend Are you going to be superman?

The way Bai Lin scolded Mo Juanyue made little Mo very happy. The sisters really didn't lie to her. Isn't Brother Bai's way of getting along with his father the same as his mother and his father's way of getting along.

In the future, I can go out and show off that she, Mo Tiantian, has a mother!Who said that a mother must be a woman!

In a joyful atmosphere, a group of people embarked on the road to the martial arts conference.

It's not that no one questioned Bai Lin's identity, but if even the leader doesn't say anything, then they have nothing to say.

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