[Comprehensive] Start steaming buns today

He is your son son son son son son son son son...

Yang Jian only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and the words in his ears echoed in the aftertaste.Yang Jian only felt that the whole world was illusory!Yang Jian tried his best to swallow his saliva, staring straight at his wife in front of him, "Cun Xin," he said, with a rare hoarse voice, "How many years does it take for the Dragon Clan to have a child?"

Yang Jian swore that he really wasn't suspicious of his wife... Fortunately, Ao Cunxin didn't think too much about it, and stared at her husband with a pair of eyes, and saw that indifference, anger and sorrow finally appeared on that face. With an outward expression, Ao Cunxin expressed that she was very pleased.

"500 years." Ao Cunxin happily stretched out a palm, shaking it in front of Yang Jian proudly, ignoring Yang Jian's handsome face that suddenly became gloomy, "There is still food in the kitchen, I'll go there first ~" Twirling his waist, Ao Cunxin opened the door and walked out.

Yang Jian stayed where he was, and exerted a little force with his fingers. Naturally, the ink-colored fan was not as strong as the three dragons. Yang Jian only used one-fifth of his normal strength. The fan had already turned into a piece of wood ash, and fell to the ground along the cracks between Yang Jian's fingers. .The three-headed Jiao who looked eloquently and turned into a jade pendant was very thankful that he was not a fan now!Otherwise... the three-headed dragon trembled, although he would not die if his skin was thick and fleshy, but how painful it would be!

500...

Yang Jian lowered his head slowly, looking at the dust on the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.The Ao Cunxin just now really resembled the Princess Xihai who was on the west coast back then, playful and full of energy.

When Yang Jian saw Yang Qingyu, he was lying if he said he wasn't angry!It's just that he was angry with himself.At first, Yang Jian just felt that Yang Qingyu looked like him, and then he felt guilty for a while: he thought he could still find the boss and the others to kill monsters and make fun of them, and occasionally he could go to Sanmei's place for a walk... Only Cun Xin , Xihai couldn't go back, and had to stay at home... It didn't mean she couldn't move around, it was just that Cun Xin was afraid.

Yang Jian suddenly felt that he was really bad!He clearly knew that his wife hoped that he would see her when he came back, but he took advantage of this, and every time he left his wife alone at home without any scruples, waiting for himself who didn't know when he would come back...

Then, she gave herself a big surprise.

her son!

She and Yang Jian's son.

He is Yang Jian's only blood in this world.

Yang Qingyu spontaneously used his mana to float himself in the air, and then stared at his father.It's just that his father is obviously not in the state, and all he sees is guilt as usual.

300 years!He has seen this look for 300 years!Yang Qingyu suddenly felt like wanting to be furious. "Guilt, guilt, guilt! What else can you do besides guilt?" Yang Qingyu stretched out his hand and covered Yang Jian's eyes all at once, with a hoarse voice and indescribable disappointment, "Go to Xihai if you have the ability Mother, snatch it back! What's the use of feeling sorry for me every day, huh?!"

"..." Uh, what's the situation?Yang Jian took off those two soft little hands, and looked at Yang Qingyu with an angry face suspiciously.

"Isn't your mother here?" Please don't make such an expression on his face, please?Yang Jian blinked, a little puzzled why the child wanted to go to Xihai to snatch his mother back?Isn't his mother an inch of heart?

"Is she my mother?" Yang Xiaobao snorted coldly, turning his head to prevent his father from seeing the coldness in his eyes, "What kind of mother is she?"

What else in this world can hide from Yang Jian's eyes?

Slowly reaching out to hug the child in front of him, Yang Jian's mood was gloomy, and there was a little tyranny deep in his eyes, "Okay, let's stop talking, let's go eat." God, he didn't eat two meals!Hungry now.

"...Hmm." Yang Qingyu buried her head by Yang Jian's neck, echoing in a muffled voice.

At night, Yang Qingyu slept with Yang Jian Ao Cunxin.The current Yang couples haven't separated rooms yet, but Ao Cunxin has gotten used to sleeping with Yang Qingyu in the past half a month, but Yang Tianshen is unwilling to go out to sleep, so Miss Ao said: "Forget it." Let's just sleep together!" And contact feelings!

"Cunxin," when Yang Qingyu fell asleep at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Yang Jian pushed his wife to wake up, and made a barrier, and then looked seriously at Ao Cunxin who was sleepy, "Are you Shouldn't you have something to tell me? Huh?"

"Why don't you say it? I said you who don't sleep, you! If you don't sleep, I will sleep!" Ao Cunxin actually has a very strong wake-up spirit, and Yang Jian is very glad that he has set up an enchantment, otherwise the whole irrigation Eguchi has to know that his wife Zhao Hui Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun has a loud voice =_=.

"Cun Xin," Yang Jian stretched his handsome face, "I know you haven't slept, talk to me, Cun Xin." He sighed, the words were forceful and distressing, and the corners of Ao Cun Xin's eyes moved a little bit. Open your eyes, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

"For example, Yang Qingyu?" Yang Jian stretched out his hand to hold Ao Cunxin into his arms, and blinked tenderly, "For example...Xihai?"

When talking about Xihai, Yang Jian keenly noticed that the delicate body in his arms was stiff, but it soon returned to normal. He didn't point it out, and continued to ask slowly: "Or, Ao San?"

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Ao Cunxin sat up straight and leaned against her husband's arms with a helpless expression, "Or, what do you know?"

"Hehe," Yang Jian still smiled like a spring breeze, his chest trembled and his heartbeat gave Ao Cunxin a faint sense of satisfaction, "I don't know much." It's just that Tengu has tricked her a bit... But, he won't tell her!

"..." How much is not much? ! !Ao Cunxin said, can she be addicted to her husband? !Well, she doesn't want to be a widow just yet...

"I am indeed Qingyu's mother," Ao Cunxin said slowly, rubbing her husband's chest. Yang Jian suddenly felt a slight chill on his chest. He lowered his head and saw that his underwear was half opened by his wife... ...He just said why it got cold all of a sudden, what a dishonest woman!

"Then?" Yang Jian naturally knew that Yang Qingyu belonged to their son, didn't he see that symbolic face and those two dragon horns!

"However, it may not be." Ao Cunxin suddenly lowered her voice, with indifferent helplessness, "In other words, he is the child of this body and you, not me and you."

Yang Jian frowned, what is this body and his child?

"Cun Xin?" The aura on his wife returned to the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and Yang Jian suddenly regretted it, "Cun Xin, stop talking. I'm sleepy, let's sleep."

"No." But obviously, Ao Cunxin didn't want to listen to him this time, "Do you know, our West Sea..."

"Enough!" Yang Jian raised his breath suddenly, pulled off the quilt and covered the two of them, then turned over and pressed her down, "Didn't you hear that the second master asked you to sleep?!"

Ao Cunxin was startled when he heard the words, but Yang Jian was really suppressed.