The story of raising a baby in the Yellow Chicken Villa of Sword Three

Ye Mengqiu naturally didn't take it out and publicize the strange thing like Xuanjing from the sky, which has a very low probability and won't happen in a fantasy game.Oh, you said why the Mao government didn't come to check?Hey, that site is all in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and it is only the Tibetan Sword Villa that is affected, because the site is too big and too deep, and others will not be killed if they want to affect it.

Naturally, the government...doesn't even know.

Ye Mengqiu also said that he didn't know why such a huge rock fell from the sky without causing a Tunguska or something overall earthquake.

Maybe...he is really reading the article of some unscrupulous author who is too lazy to make settings?So such unreal and unreal situations can be encountered.

Anyway, he has been very calm and adaptable to all kinds of unreliable friends in this world and good brothers who don't have legs and fly online from time to time.

After studying for a day or two, Ye Mengqiu concentrated on the forging work in full swing.

Whether this stone fell from the sky, there is no information to check, and there is nothing to learn from.Even how high the temperature should be and how many times should be built, you have to try one by one.

Li Erniang was very worried about Lang Jun, but she didn't want to distract him because of herself.She knows that Mr. Lang is a person who can do great things, all she can do is silently support her, and then deal with some trivial things as much as possible.

It's just... still a little worried, Li Erniang looked at it with the ledger, absent-minded.

"Mother," her eldest son came in to greet her, "What's wrong, mother?"

"It's nothing, it's just...it's just that you have been going to his studio for a few days, and I don't know if he eats on time, and I don't know how he is resting?" Li Erniang sighed slightly, "I also know about you. I don't know, I only know that he is very powerful, he knows everything, he treats me very well, and he cares so much for you. It's just..."

"Just?" The child looked at his mother with wide eyes.

"It's just that he will be tired."

"And before... his grandparents passed away, he was so busy. But he still insisted on telling you stories every day..." Looking out of the window, the birds outside were jumping on the treetops, relaxed and happy, "Yeah, It’s not made of iron, how can you support it?”

"And every time I want to talk to him, I'm told that what he says will follow his wishes."

And the shapeless Ye Mengqiu, who was taking off his shirt and wearing a pair of big shorts, was working furiously in the high-temperature studio. Continuing to take stock of the big money-making plans and waiting for his good brother to come online to provide Zhengyang with good ideas in the dead of night, his little pig stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

"Little pig, why don't you sleep? How about some milk?"

"Yeah, you go to rest too. Yeh, you'll be tired." The child's eyes are as clear as spring water, and his brows are slightly wrinkled. It's really cute no matter how you look at it. "Actually..."

"Actually what?" Ye Mengqiu smiled and gave his son a thump. "Actually, you still want to continue playing? How old are you, and you have such a playful heart. If you don't go to bed early, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Yeah..." The child clenched his fists, "Yeah, don't be so tired, in fact, the villa... I..."

Ye Mengqiu stretched out his hand to help his son make up the quilt, "How is the villa? What does Little Pig want to say?"

Taking a deep breath, "Well... I had a dream, dreaming... the villa will be fine in the future. Yeah, it's good not to be so tired."

Ye Mengqiu smiled, and continued with a chestnut, um, it feels good.

"Being good in a dream means you don't need to work hard?" Ye Mengqiu joked slightly, "Isn't it just a dream? A dream is just a dream, and everything is different when you wake up."

Hmm, it looks like the little pig had a dream about hiding the sword?Then... Judging from his performance, he should still be his son, or Ye Ying, Ye Mengqiu's son, so does it mean that this is a matter of parallel dimensions or a very mysterious past life memory?

But let’s not talk about his little pig, he will definitely not expose it, how good he is, how considerate of the doll, must be praised! ! !Well, he also secretly recorded this about Xiaozhu in Er Zai's growth diary, as well as pictures of various embarrassing situations of the other children.

"Yeah, but I dreamed a lot...the same thing, and Yeye...wasn't as hard as it is now." He didn't want Yeye to misunderstand him and think he wasn't his son, but he didn't want to watch Yay such hard work.

The father in my memory did not devote himself to affairs so wholeheartedly, did not care about all the children so wholeheartedly, did not do everything in a proper way, so that everyone around him could enjoy the spring breeze, want to be close and depend on, Hidden Sword Villa Isn't it still developing very well, why does Yeye have to waste his mind like this?

Obviously, obviously, it can be slowed down a little bit, and then slowed down, when they grow up, they can naturally share the burden for Yeye, instead of paving the way for everyone and making various responses.

For example, for him, no matter whether he wants to learn swordsmanship or literature, or even be useless if he fails to achieve martial arts, Yeye has already set up a shop, Zhuangzi, so that he can live without worries.

"Not so hard?" Ye Mengqiu thought for a while, "Compared to what you remember, is Tibetan Sword more prosperous now or in your memory?"

"Of course it is now." The child didn't say, but the current Yeye is more loved by people, more praised by people in the Jianghu, and even more liked by Hangzhou people, er, more precisely, the little ladies.

"That proves that yeah yeah, what I do is right." Ye Mengqiu tugged at his son's little face, "Little pig has something on his mind, is it troubled? Actually, it's really simple, the dream is just a dream. You said it in the dream It's different from now, so how can you take the dream seriously?"

"Dreams and reality must be clearly distinguished, little pig. Dreams are not necessarily correct." Even memories from past lives or parallel dimensions are useful?He's not the original owner! ! !God knows if he, a moth (yao moth), has fanned out any plots for thousands of miles. He can set off a storm on the mainland without seeing a moth. Everything in the pig's memory is gone.

I didn't hear Xiaozhu say that the original owner in the previous life was not as good at making all kinds of troubles as he was.

So the current busyness and tiredness are all his own fault...

"You have to remember who you are now." Ye Mengqiu said seriously, with such serious eyes and focused eyes under the candlelight, it made the child listen to Yeye very naturally and attentively.Ye Mengqiu said softly, "You have to remember, what you are going to do now, and not be disturbed by any strange dream. Yeah, let me tell you a story. A man had a dream. He dreamed that an altar was buried in his backyard. gold..."

BLABLABLABLABLA, a flicker, the flicker's eyes are spinning in circles! !

Hehehe, nerds are not bragging, so many forums are not for nothing.

Ye Mengqiu is very relieved, why is it that his deception skills have not regressed now... Think about it, will the prices of those weapons be increased by [-]% in the future?How should the advertisement be written?

"Go to sleep, and wait for Yeye to think about your Zhengyang sword. Since this is the name you want to name the little pig, the style must match such a grand name, right?" Ye Mengqiu put his son's smashing hand away Into the quilt, "Children, why are you worrying so much?"

"As Yeye, if I don't think about you well, if I don't do a good job of supporting and setting an example for you, how can I be worthy of being your Yeye." He lowered his head and kissed the child on the forehead.

Whoops, his little pig is so red it's almost the color of braised meat.

"It's time to go to sleep, if you continue talking, the rest time will only be delayed, and the little pig is not willing, right?"

The author has something to say:

So, Zhuang Huahua is fighting five scumbags in front of Father Ye, and Father Ye is very sober.Zhuang Huahua didn't want to confess completely, but Ye Laopa understood it completely.

In other words, I have updated my claws again. This is too unscientific. Dear friends, please remember, this is definitely not my normal state of claws. The normal state is three days of fishing and two days of drying the net... So , Praise the claws for being abnormal these two days, huh huh

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