After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Ning Buwei frowned and looked at the baby in his hand.

The baby, not as long as his forearm, with its eyes closed, red and wrinkled, was as ugly as a gray mouse, something he could crush to death with two fingers.

It looked like she had just been born, and now she opened her mouth and cried loudly, crying so hard that her lips were a little bruised.

WTF?

Ning Buwei was stunned for a moment while carrying the child, and was about to throw the child out with his backhand.

There was a sudden pause in the middle of the throw, and he frowned, would such a big thing be thrown to death?

Ning Buwei put the child down on the gravel beach next to him in disgust, and continued to reach into the skirt of his clothes.

Linglong bone Linglong bone, he remembered to put such a broken bone on his body.

Ning Buwei was dumbfounded after touching for a long time without finding anything.

I have such a big and exquisite bone! ?

The big devil couldn't find Linglonggu, and the air pressure in his body suddenly dropped. He stared at the little doll thrown aside by him sullenly, and a slightly weird guess came to his mind:

Could it be that this child is exquisite and ossified?

So should he be fried or braised?Or simply refining this little thing?

Probably sensing the killing intent from the devil, the baby cried even louder.

He was lying naked on the harsh gravel beach, his heart was chilled by the cold rain, his originally loud crying gradually weakened, his whole body was shaking, his little face that was slightly rosy before now After a while, it has turned pale and white, but after a while, it has already released more air and less air in.

Even if Ning Buwei doesn't touch small things, it won't last long.

Although Ning Buwei is a big devil who does all kinds of evil, but he felt a little shy about killing a newborn child, he decided to be patient and wait for the little baby to freeze to death, and then he Just refine the corpse of the child to see if it can produce exquisite bones.

He was lying on his back on the river beach, unable to move and could only be drenched in the rain, staring boredly at the yellow leaf on the branch that was about to fall, with the cries of children getting weaker and weaker in his ears.

Although it sounded like a cat meowing in the rain, Ning Buwei was still very irritable and threatened in a cold voice: "Shut up."

But if it were a normal person who knew the word Ningbuwei, he would be so frightened that he would f*ck the shit out of him in a hurry, but this child couldn't even understand the words, and was crying out of breath.

With a gloomy and handsome face, Ning Buwei stretched out his hand to grab the child, and said in a vicious voice, "If you cry again, I'll eat you!"

Even the bone claws dripping with blood and flesh were clasped on the delicate skin of the child, which was particularly terrifying and frightening.

However, the child seemed to have finally found support, and the crying was not so heartbreaking.

The child's hand is soft and warm, like catching a hairless mouse, rather than a chill, the moment the hand loosens, the child falls on the ground with a click. on his chest.

The crying stopped abruptly.

"Heh, you're smart." Ning Buwei sneered, grabbed the child and threw it aside.

"Wow!" The cry suddenly sounded.

It sounded like an unstoppable anger.

Ning Buwei's ears hurt, he said coldly: "It's rare for me not to kill you, don't push yourself further."

Crying non-stop, with the inherent stubbornness of the bones, it is bound to fight against the big devil Ning Buwei to the end.

Ning Buwei dislikes being provoked by others the most, and said in a vicious voice: "Do you know who I am? It's a blessing that you can keep your soul in my hands. If you cry again, I will cramp your bones and cut you into pieces. Your soul will be scattered and you will never be reborn forever." !"

"Wow—wow—" The child cried terribly, as if he was about to cry to death.

Ning Buwei took a deep breath, gritted his back molars, picked up the child and threw it onto his chest.

The whole world suddenly fell silent.

Ning Buwei stared blankly at the sky, and said coldly: "I will refine you ignorant child and eat your flesh and blood."

The child was lying softly on his chest, still sobbing softly, hiccupping occasionally, it didn't affect him at all.

The child's hand grabbed a bit of fabric on his front, lay on his chest and sneezed a little.

After being exposed to the rain for so long, although the rain was not considered heavy, it was already fatal to a newborn baby. He was trembling all over, desperately trying to get into Ning Buwei's arms.

But the big warm heat source is very cold, and it doesn't give him any warmth.

Ning Buwei noticed that the little thing was moving back and forth in front of his chest, and it was humming and chirping, which was very disturbing, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored it, and fell into a daze for a moment.

The cold touch touched the side of his neck, Ning Buwei woke up suddenly, his scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, he pinched the cold "hidden weapon" to look, and found that it was a little hand that was a little purple from the cold.

The little doll on his body stopped crying or moaning at some point, Ning Buwei frowned, and stretched out his index finger under the child's nose mysteriously.

The breath was weak and small, and it was still a little warm.

Not even dead.

Ning Buwei was about to withdraw his finger, but in the next second his index finger was caught by a small hand, the small fist was no bigger than a walnut, and the child choked out aggrieved, and sneezed again.

The fingers were suddenly wrapped by the soft little hands, with the whole body's dependence, which made the big devil go stiff.

Ning Buwei stared at him sullenly, and said in a cold voice, "It's something that pushes the boundaries."

He suddenly remembered that he had completely lost his cultivation now, and even if the child died, he would not be able to refine it immediately, but instead, he would be able to help those demonic crows who love to eat raw meat.

As a devil who refuses to suffer even the slightest loss, Ning Buwei will never allow this kind of thing to happen.

After a long while, the big devil raised his other arm that was almost injured to the bone, fumbled for a ring that could be opened without spiritual power, and poured out all the contents.

He forgot which unlucky person he snatched it from. There were a lot of high-grade pills and a few cassocks in it. He pulled out a middle coat with a soft material, and wrapped the child in it sloppily. .

It should be feeling warm, the child hiccupped and held on to his fingers, Ning Buwei ruthlessly pulled them out.

He took a look at the small porcelain bottle containing the elixir, swallowed all the elixirs in it, and finally left a Yangyuan pill mercifully, thinking about feeding it to the children, but found that this high-level elixir Yuan Dan has a bigger mouth than a child.

Ning Buwei: "..."

Forget it.

He finished a bottle of elixir like eating jelly beans, and he gained some strength, but he still didn't feel it. He could only lie half dead on the gravel, and his heart was chilled by the increasing rain.

The child wrapped himself up and seemed to be warmer, and now he started whining again on top of him.

Ning Buwei tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but there was still no response, he clicked his tongue a little irritablely, and lowered his head to face the child on his chest.

Then I was ugly by the child.

"Who are your parents? How did you make you so ugly?" The big devil poked his face in distaste, "Or is it that the exquisite bones are too strange to be transformed into such an indescribable shape?"

Naturally, the child couldn't answer him, and he didn't get angry when he poked his face. He groaned and tapped his small mouth.

Ning Buwei said: "When I recover my cultivation, I will definitely give you a good time, so that you won't feel ashamed when you grow up, and remember to entrust a better-looking one in your next life."

Ning Bu is not ashamed at all for bullying a child for this unscrupulous devil. After teasing the child's unknown parents, he has to announce that he still wants to kill him.

"Whether you are Linglong or not, there is absolutely no reason to live if you fall into my hands."

The child sneezed again, spraying his face with saliva.

Ning Buwei: "...presumptuous."

The child began to cry again, with his eyes closed and his mouth open, crying so much that he would rather have a headache.

Ning Bu wanted to crush him to death because of his temper, but his hand fell on the child's limp neck, but he didn't use any strength.

The child probably sensed his killing intent, and cried even harder, a burst of sapphire-colored light suddenly burst out between his forehead and eyebrows, revealing the imprint of bloodline inheritance that belonged exclusively to Ning Buwei, and disappeared in a flash.

Ning Buwei froze for the expression on his face.

The child's eyebrows lit up again, and this time Ning Buwei clearly saw the sapphire-colored pattern on it, the pattern of the nine-leaf lotus—this is the imprint of his Ning family's bloodline inheritance.

The Ning family is huge, and each branch has a slightly different imprint. Ning Bu is a single pass for eight generations, and even if he is killed, he will not mistake his own blood imprint.

The imprint of the Ning family's bloodline inheritance is sapphire color, and it will be hidden between the eyebrows in normal times, and will only be revealed when in danger or dying.

Ning Buwei's parents had been dead for hundreds of years, obviously it wasn't his parents who jumped out of the grave and gave birth to a younger brother for him.

Living up to now, Ning Buwei believes that he has encountered many strange people and strange things, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange and bizarre thing——

The little brat in his hand is his kind.

Connected by blood, a real son.

Ning Buwei, who was born with a ruthless way, was stunned, the expression on his face split little by little amidst the child's cries.

Is this newborn baby his son?

Who was born?

He didn't remember any woman he had had skin-to-skin relationship with. Could it be that someone took advantage of his serious injury and unconsciousness to pluck him and give birth to a son for him, and then left them in this barren mountain?

Thinking of this, Ning Buwei's face twisted for a while.

Which crazy woman broke the ruthless way he had practiced for 500 years! ?

But after thinking about it carefully, Ning Buwei still felt something was wrong. He lifted the child up, "Are you a monster or a human being transformed from Linglong bones?"

The blood mark on the child's forehead lit up again, and he silently answered Ning Buwei's question.

The exquisite and ossified monster will not have this mark.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious by the river beach, during which he was completely unconscious, even if someone put him to sleep, he wouldn't know.

This woman is simply, simply - Ning Buwei thought bitterly - shameless!

Not only slept him, but also gave birth to a son for him, and finally left them all here to die!

What's the deal with throwing this little brat to him who has lost all his cultivation?

The blood mark on the child's forehead lit up again.

"Okay, I know you are biological—" Ning Buwei suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and the imprint of the Ning family's bloodline inheritance will only be revealed when he is in danger or dying.

Apparently there was no danger at the moment.

That's the brat dying.

Ning Buwei: "..."

The child was wrapped in clothes, and the big devil didn't notice that the crimson bloodline imprint on the child's shoulder blades also lit up a few times.

The crimson bloodline imprint is calling for help.

The weak cries of the baby went upstream against the surging endless river, passing through the mountains, the uninhabited swamps, the towns full of people, crossing the spiritual vein of the Hundred Thousand Spirit Mountains of the Timeless Sect, and fell into a certain place. In the ears of those who are in retreat at the peak cave.

The person who was as cold as frost and snow opened his eyes suddenly.

The author has something to say:

Ning Buwei: Who are your parents?How can you be so ugly?Let me train you.

Ning Buwei: My own father turned out to be me.

After growing up, Ning Xiu: You may not believe me, but I was almost tortured to death by my own father when I was born.