Both the hero and the villain are my cubs [Transmigration Book]

"Pfft." Ling Zixi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the headless little fox dumpling, and couldn't help laughing out loud. She only thought that the dumpling was so cute, and eating it would save her from turning around... No Think about it.

The head of the animal dumpling is eaten... It's quite scary, especially the little fox dumpling...

No wonder Xiao Ji, who is almost three years old, is crying.

The other three big babies also started to hold back their laughter, and Bai Xiaozhi stretched out his hand calmly, took out the chilli sauce Ling Zixi had chopped before, and quietly smeared some on the dumpling in Ling Xiaoji's hand.

Ling Zixi: ...

Big Treasure Three Treasures: ...

In fact, the most skinny is the second child, right?

Ling Zixi reached out to the dumpling in Ling Xiaoji's hand, trying to take the dumpling away before Ling Xiaoji found out.

However, at this moment, Ling Xiaoji was tired from crying, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the "blood dumpling" coated with chili noodles in his hand. He forgot to chew the little fox's head in his mouth, and his whole body was stiff: "Woo-wow- -father!"

No matter how skinny Ling Xiaoji was, he was still a child less than three years old. The half dumpling with chili noodles left a deep shadow on Ling Xiaoji. Ling Xiaoji turned into a little fox and jumped into Ling Xiaoji crying. In Xi's arms.

Ling Zixi caressed the little fox joyfully, while patting little Heitan on the back, coaxing him softly.

Then, Ling Zixi cast a reproachful look at the second child, alas, making a donkey for Ji'er, and now applying chili powder, making Ling Xiaoji to death, it really needs black belly to cure the naughty .

……

New Year's Eve is coming soon, and on New Year's Eve, Ling Zixi took his sons to the street after having a New Year's Eve dinner.

The cotton robes worn by the children were covered with a small cloak. The fur of the cloak was fluffy, and the little faces of the children became more and more radiant in the lights of thousands of families.

Especially Bai Xiaosi, who was wearing red embroidered clothes on a white background and a pure red and white fluffy cloak on the outside, with her hair tied up high behind her head, she was energetic and agile.

Ling Zixi held Bai Xiaosi with one hand and Ling Xiaoji with the other, the two older ones opened the way ahead, and the family set foot on the road to the night market.

There are so many things in the night market, Ling Zixi bought a bunny scarf for Ling Xiaoji, and wrapped it around his neck to comfort Ling Xiaoji's injured heart, and sure enough, Ling Xiaoji was very happy after wearing it.

Ling Zixi had just wrapped the scarf around his son and was about to pay, when a clear male voice came: "I'll do it."

Bai Moheng took out a piece of silver at the side and handed it to the shopkeeper. The money could buy hundreds of scarves, and the shopkeeper bowed to Bai Moheng frequently after taking it.

"Hey, I don't need you..." Ling Zixi widened his eyes angrily, why didn't this person come here without invitation?

"Zixi, I am the father of the children, and I also want to buy something for the children..." The most important thing is to share for you...

After chatting with Chaodong, Bai Moheng thought for a long time, what does Zixi need most?money?No, Zixi already has a spirit stone?Zixi is not missing either.Bai Moheng couldn't think of anything else that Ling Zixi needed so much.

Therefore, Bai Moheng could only forcefully spend money for Ling Zixi and the children.

Besides, maybe what Zixi needs is company, right?

This was the conclusion that Bai Moheng had come to after thinking hard for a month - Ling Zixi, who had four children to accompany her, needed company.

Ling Zixi naturally gave Bai Moheng a big roll of eyes.

Bai Moheng looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was confused, so he could only bite the bullet and hug Ling Xiaoji up, and walked on the street with Ling Zixi and the children.

Bai Moheng is also the father of the children. It's Chinese New Year, and Ling Zixi has no reason to force him to leave, so he can only go shopping with Bai Moheng.

However, the originally harmonious and cheerful atmosphere of the four father and son has been silenced a lot.

Bai Moheng once again felt his failure.

When can I integrate into Zixi and the children?

Now Bai Moheng has understood that just thinking about it is not enough, the important thing is to do it.

So Bai Moheng hugged Ling Xiaoji more tenderly, seeing what items the children lingered on, and bought them all for them.

The babies were naturally very happy to get many gifts, especially with Ling Xiaoji's liveliness, the atmosphere became lively again. Bai Xiaozhi went to guess the lantern riddles and got a big lantern.

The family went to the river together, and Bai Xiaosi squatted down by the water with the lantern his brother had won.

The moonlight shines in the night sky, as if it came from the sky. There are many men and women walking by the river to enjoy the scenery. In the distance, there are painted boats full of lights swimming in the river, and there are beauties dancing meandering dances on the painted boats.

Ling Zixi and Bai Moheng watched their son's snow-white hands holding the lantern into the water, clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, made a wish, and then pushed the lantern into the distance.

At the same time, there are fireworks blooming in the sky, colorful, like the brilliance of life burning to the extreme.

Spring goes and winter comes, another year.

Ling Zixi looked up at the various fireworks in the sky, while Bai Moheng looked down at Ling Zixi. Ling Zixi's all-powerful face flickered in and out of the fireworks, softening the deep winter night.

Bai Moheng really wanted to kiss Ling Zixi on the cheek, not too deep, just a little kiss.

However, even this, he couldn't do it.

The night was getting darker, Bai Moheng just raised his arms, took off his outer robe, and put it on Ling Zixi: "Yeliang."

Feeling the weight of the clothes on his shoulders, Ling Zixi was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Why do you always ignore the fact that I am also a cultivator?"

"Wear thicker, you won't go wrong..." Bai Moheng breathed heavily, subconsciously said.

"Ah... um... Daddy!" Ling Xiaoji stretched out his little hand towards Ling Zixi in Bai Moheng's arms.

Ling Zixi carried the fourth child over, and wrapped the little fourth child in Bai Moheng's outer robe.

"Hey...hehe." Ling Xiaoji slipped into Ling Zixi's arms.

Ling Zixi touched Ling Xiaoji's little head, the naughty and cute son is also the cutest in the world when he is sweet!

The lanterns had drifted far away, and the fireworks had faded away. Ling Zixi hugged her son, and the group walked back together.

When he reached the fork in the road, Ling Zixi turned around and said to Bai Moheng, "Go back."

"I'll take you home." Bai Moheng didn't agree this time, holding Bai Xiaosi's hand firmly.

Watching Ling Zixi and the children enter the door, Bai Moheng didn't leave, but flew to the roof.

It is not uncommon to practice and protect them on the roof soaked in moonlight.

Bai Moheng felt very stable when Neng Xi was closer to the children.

Ling Zixi lay on the bed, hugged the third and fourth child and turned over, looking at Ling Xiaoji who was sleeping like a pig, Ling Zixi kissed his son's little ear helplessly.

Then, Ling Zixi took out the glazed beads in the dark.

The glazed beads are not big in size, the size of a palm, and they are radiant and beautiful inside.

Ling Zixi tried to inject spiritual power into it, and in an instant, a white mist appeared in the room, as if there were water droplets, like the air after rain, and like autumn fog.

Ling Zixi understood that this was an illusion created by the colored glaze beads.

This is a magic weapon to attack with illusion.

Ling Zixi has always felt that the most powerful weapon in the world is not a cold weapon that cuts iron like mud. There is a weapon that can make a powerful enemy fall into a confused predicament without using any force, unable to escape, and unable to return. sky.

That is undoubtedly a spiritual treasure like Liulizhu.

Weapons attack the body, while illusions attack the mind.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, he also has weaknesses, and he may be trapped in the demons and cannot get out.

Glass beads can not only trap people, but also wear down people's will and consume people's strength.

Ling Zixi had only injected a little spiritual energy just now, and such an illusion appeared in the glass beads. One can imagine what the illusion will be like when Ling Zixi injects too much spiritual energy.

Once Ling Zixi has cultivated enough, it might be possible to create an illusion comparable to the battle of the four clans.

However, Ling Zixi felt that the glass bead seemed to have hurt its vitality, and he needed his own aura to warm it up slowly.

But it's also true, Liulizhu left the master's former demon king for tens of thousands of years, without spiritual power to supplement, and completely relied on absorbing the spiritual energy in the great secret realm to create such a powerful illusion. It's normal to be in a bad state now.

Ling Zixi decided to nourish the glass beads with spiritual energy every day, so that it could recover to a state of full vitality as soon as possible.

Thinking this way, Ling Zixi was about to put the glass beads in his arms, Ling Xiaoji's small head was lying on Ling Zixi's chest, the glass beads passed by Ling Xiaoji's mouth, Ling Xiaoji fell asleep again and took a sip of the glass beads. The bead went into the little fox's mouth.

Ling Zixi: "..."

Son is so cute!

Ling Zixi hugged her son and snorted, gently rescued the glass beads from his son's mouth, and fell asleep with the little fox in his arms.

……

Listen to the rain floor.

Chong Zi sat in meditation in the bamboo building, her hands were shining with purple light, and she forcibly transported the purple aura into her heart from her shoulders. The aura wrapped around Chong Zi, exuding a beautiful but dangerous feeling.

Lan Ting watched from the side, knowing that the aura of the master of the landlord had gone berserk again.

The landlord has practiced Ziwu Liuyuan Kungfu since the very beginning, and his spiritual power can never be suppressed. It is undeniable that Ziwu Liuyuan Kungfu is a powerful skill, but it has also brought a lot of pain to the landlord.

But the host is an panspiritual root, and he can only practice Ziwu Liuyuan Kungfu, and cannot practice other skills.

Looking at the sweat gradually appearing on Chong Zi's forehead, Lan Ting became anxious.

Suddenly, Chong Zi stopped his exercises, and tightly held onto the black carved wood beside him with his hands, spurting blood from his mouth.

"Master!" Lan Ting was completely panicked. Although the master had lost control of his skills before, it was the first time he vomited so much blood!

Under the moonlight, Bai Moheng, who was practicing with his eyes closed on the roof of Ling Zixi, opened his eyes, stood up, and quickly walked towards Tingyu Tower.

Chong Zi was supported by Lan Ting's arm, coughing loudly, suddenly, a pair of white cloud boots appeared in Chong Zi's drooping purple eyes.

Chong Zi raised her head, and it was her real body, Bai Moheng.

Chong Zi coughed a few more times: "What are you doing here..."

Bai Moheng said in a deep voice: "Your physical strength and aura are fluctuating, if you can't be effectively suppressed, you are in danger of going crazy."

"So what, ahem..."

Bai Moheng stretched out his hand, held Chong Zi's wrist, put his fingers on Chong Zi's pulse, and the cool ice spiritual power swam through Chong Zi's meridian, entered Chong Zi's heart sea, and in Chong Zi's heart sea Swimmed around.

"You don't need to worry about it." Chong Zi wanted to pull her wrist out of Bai Moheng's hand, but Bai Moheng remained unmoved.

A large amount of ice spiritual power was injected into Chong Zi's physical power through Bai Moheng's fingertips. The ice spiritual power was the original force, and it also had the effect of calming and condensing, which made most of the riot of spiritual power in Chong Zi disappear.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-11-2421:31:09~2019-11-2518:07:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Weimo; 3 bottles of SN; 2 bottles of Malatang; 1 bottle of Yetong and Rice;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!