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

Ning Buwei doesn't like children, even if he is his own son, he can't like it.

Moreover, the origin of this child is unknown, and the mother does not know who it is.

Ning Buwei hated getting involved with other people the most in his life. In his opinion, it was just right to die so as not to bother him.

But the blood imprint would light up every once in a while, and the level of light would almost blind him.

Ning Buwei swallowed a large bottle of elixir, and now he could barely move, sat up from the ground with difficulty, the rotten half of his body was healing silently, the pain was unbearable, and his breath was full of blood.

The child's wrapped clothes slipped from his chest, and landed right in his arms, with a pale and pale face sobbing aggrievedly, he didn't even have the energy to cry.

Ning Buwei touched his face, it was hot, and then his fingers were grabbed.

Ning Buwei didn't do anything good in his life, and he was born with a ruthless way. Even if his teachers, relatives and friends love him very much, he doesn't have much affection for them.

All the old people will die badly, he would rather not be responsible for his deep kindness, now he is the only one left in the big Ning family, so death would be clean and tidy.

It's just an underground faceless goodbye.

The big devil took a deep breath, the severe pain made his body tremble slightly, he hugged the child with one arm, put the other arm on the ground, stood up from the ground with difficulty, dragging his half lame leg a foot deep Walk lightly into the valley in the distance.

The rain was getting heavier, and it hit the body with crackles, and the cold wind blew across the cheeks like a knife. Ning Buwei looked down at the child and found that the rain had soaked the clothes covering him.

Ning Buwei subconsciously raised his hand to form a formula, halfway through the pinch he remembered that he had no spiritual power, now he was no different from an ordinary person, with a dark face, he blocked his arms in front of the child, and his wide sleeves covered most of his body wind and rain.

"You have the blood of the Ning family, so if you survive, you will be beaten and killed no matter where you go." Ning Buwei said in a deep voice in the rain: "What are you doing if you survive?"

I don't know if he is speaking to the child in his arms or to himself.

The only thing left in the vast world was the pouring rain and the cold that invaded the bone marrow. The child in his arms moved, as if to remind him that he was still alive.

Ning Buwei sighed.

"Never mind."

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In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, there are clear waters everywhere, rippling slightly with the warm wind.

In the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a person sits cross-legged, with snow-colored clothes covered with ink-colored veils winding above the water surface, like light snow that melts and sways gently with the water surface.

He doesn't look like a crown, his long black hair is held by a wooden hairpin, his complexion is as fair as jade, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, his phoenix eyes are slightly raised, his lips are not smacked but red, and the bridge of his nose suppresses this excessive beauty, adding a little bit to it The coldness that makes people dare not blaspheme.

As if aware of something, he opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at the water surface, like a still ink painting came to life, swept his long sleeves, the calm sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly shaken by huge waves, but he was still sitting on the spot with his face on his face. His expression was neither happy nor sad.

The giant wave turned into a huge palm, wandering around in the vast sea of ​​consciousness, and obediently returned to him after a long while, holding a baby that was not as long as an adult's forearm in the palm.

The spiritual consciousness of a newborn baby.

It is so weak that it is only one breath left, and it will quickly dissipate if no help is given.

Chu Jun frowned slightly.

His sea of ​​consciousness is very strong, let alone a newborn baby, even if Venerable Lianxu came in, he would never want to leave completely - but this child's spiritual consciousness not only came in, but also cried softly.

Chu Jun stretched out two fingers to rest on the child's eyebrows, and after probing, he found that it was indeed just an ordinary baby, not a disguise of something.

Forget it, since they found him, it means that the two of them are destined, so it doesn't matter if they rescue him.

Chu Jun's fingertips lighted up slightly, and the red fluorescent stars fell on the baby's spiritual consciousness. Unexpectedly, after a while, the expression on the face of the fairy-like person was slightly stiff, showing a rare expression of disbelief.

On this baby's spiritual consciousness, there is an imprint of his blood inheritance.

The calm sea of ​​consciousness began to oscillate endlessly. Chu Jun managed to stabilize his mind and took a closer look. The scarlet blood imprint covering the right shoulder blade was exactly the same as his.

The baby was actually his own flesh and blood.

Cultivating the pure way, now nearly a thousand years old, the highest senior uncle in the sect is stunned in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Who bore him a son?

Moreover, the baby's spiritual consciousness is less than twelve hours old, and Chu Jun has been in seclusion for 500 years. How did this baby come about?

But before he could think about it, the child's spiritual consciousness probably gained strength, and he burst into tears.

Chu Jun, who had been purified for 500 years, suddenly felt like a magic voice ringing in his ears, and almost shook his hands to disperse the child's spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, he stopped his hand at the critical moment, so that the child's life was saved, otherwise the spiritual consciousness would collapse in his sea of ​​consciousness and would not be able to return to the physical body——

Chu Jun reached out and held the child's spiritual consciousness in his arms, thinking of this crucial question.

Where is the physical body of the child?

The child's spiritual consciousness was held in his arms, with a natural intimacy, he grabbed the jade pendant on his clothes and began to chew.

Chu Jun: "..."

Is this child hungry?

It's a pity that he has spiritual consciousness in his arms, at most he can only make the child's spiritual consciousness stronger, but he can't make him eat enough.

He looked down at the clothes wrapped around the child, it didn't look like a child's, but it looked like a torn low-level cassock, someone should be taking care of it.

Could it be the child's mother?

Thinking of this, his expression froze slightly, and he suddenly felt that the baby in his arms weighed more than a thousand catties.

The child gnawed on the jade pendant for a while, but he didn't feel any taste. He grabbed his snow-white robe sleeve with his little hand, and cried out.

Chu Jun held the child in an awkward position, he had no choice but to divide his spiritual power into small and small pieces, and worried that the child would not be able to bear it, so he divided it patiently. Slowly pass to the child.

The child's originally pale face gradually turned a little bloody, and he refused to let go of his hand.

There is no longer any fear of life.

Chu Jun squeezed the child's soft little hand, then lightly tapped the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips, his voice was as cold and clear as a mountain spring, "Let's go."

The child's spiritual consciousness was wrapped in a layer of powerful homologous spiritual consciousness, which gently sent out the sea of ​​consciousness.

The vast sea of ​​consciousness instantly became quiet again.

Chu Jun sent out a subtle spiritual sense to escort him, and he also wanted to find out who the woman was, and she was so supernatural that she gave birth to the Chu family's child without him knowing it.

It's just that he is still in retreat, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, this wisp of spiritual consciousness is extremely subtle, and before careful investigation, it was roughly wiped out.

A fragment of the Suzaku Knife was deeply inserted into the cave wall, and an extremely tiny trace of scarlet spiritual consciousness disintegrated into dots of broken light and disappeared.

Ning Buwei pulled out the fragment for the sake of the past, twirled it twice between his fingers, and said with a stinky face: "Any dirty thing dares to come to my territory to act wild."

Although Ning Buwei's current site is only a cave with a width of three people, he can barely stand up straight.

The shard of Suzaku slid across the finger, and bright red blood dripped from the fingertips. Ning Buwei put his finger into the child's mouth with a cold face as if he was owed 800 million spirit stones.

The child sucked the fresh blood and hugged his hand excitedly.

The energy is not small.

"Where did you learn that?" Ning Buwei snorted coldly, but he didn't pull out his hand. The child let go of his hand and hiccupped a little until the wound stopped bleeding.

Ning Buwei hugged him and sat down leaning against the cave wall. The pouring rain outside did not stop for a moment, and the water mixed with mud flowed down the uneven mud floor to his feet, soaking his boots.

There was a thick layer of mud on the boots, and a few yellow weeds were still stained. He walked a long way to find a place that could shelter from the rain. The child was about to die, so in a hurry, he cut his finger and fed it. A little blood, who knows that this feeding will be endless.

He stroked boldly, with criss-cross wounds on his fingers, which looked a little scary.

The child was full of food and drink, his face was very rosy, and he opened his eyes at some point, as juicy as purple grapes, looking at him curiously.

After a few days, the child's skin is not as red and wrinkled as it was at the beginning, it has become fair and smooth, and the facial features have gradually taken shape. Looking at the child, I almost suspected that the hairless little mouse had been dropped by someone.

Especially those eyes, a bit like slightly raised Danfeng eyes, the eyelashes are a bit too long - too beautiful, Ning Buwei's eyes are narrow and cold, obviously not just following him.

The child's mother should be pretty handsome.

Ning Buwei's mind flashed several bewitching and beauties' faces from the Hehuan Sect, and he felt a sudden chill.

"Ah~ah~" The child was laid flat on his lap, and he stretched out his tender little arms to hug him.

Ning Buwei stretched out her hand and poked his little face, leaned close to him and smiled viciously, "I won't hug her."

The child looked at him with wet eyes, he poked a dimple on his cheek, clicked his mouth, and slapped Ning Buwei on the face, "Ah~"

Ning Buwei stared at him murderously, threatening: "How dare you hit me?"

The little guy pursed his mouth, and his posture seemed to be about to howl, Ning Bu quickly picked him up because of his sharp eyesight.

"Ah~" The child stared at him, grinning at him happily.

Ning Buwei breathed a sigh of relief, seeing him laughing heartlessly there, and threatening him with a vicious voice, "After I make you fat, I'll eat you in two bites."

The child seemed to think it was fun for him to do this, giggling and drooling.

Ning Buwei picked up a corner of the clothes that wrapped him, and wiped it off for him in disgust, "It's so dirty."

The child spat a spit bubble at him.

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "Come on, let me have a look."

The child turned his head away to ignore him.

"Tsk." Ning Buwei poked his soft face, smiling wickedly, "Give your father another spit."

The child snorted and put his foot on his mouth.

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I don't think you want this foot anymore."

puff.

The child spat another spit bubble.

Ning Buwei: "...for the sake of your sincerity and confession, I will spare your life."