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Guangling Xianjun smiled.
The coolness dissipated two points, and there was a touch of warmth and banter.
Zhizhi looked at this smile and thought that her father was really good-looking.
She hugged him tightly.
Guangling Xianjun did not push her away.
He also bent down with great interest, picked up this small ball, soft and warm, and held it in his arms calmly.
"What's your surname?"
"Ning Zhizhi."
"Your father's surname is Ning?"
Zhizhi stared blankly at this beautiful face so close.
What is her father's last name, doesn't her father know?
Moreover, her surname is her mother's surname.
"Father is stupid. Mother's surname is Ning." She said in a milky voice, and rubbed it by the way.
The furry little guy rubbed around happily in the thoughtfulness of Guangling Xianjun, until Guangling Xianjun was too lazy to think about which immortal fox surnamed Ning in this fox clan demon cultivator, he held the child in one hand, lift your feet and prepare to leave the cave.
He didn't turn his head back, he didn't take anything with him, and he didn't even have any interest in the fallen demon cultivator.
When walking out of the cave, the sun made Zhizhi's eyes narrow for a while, but seeing that they were about to leave, the little guy tilted her head, grabbed a strand of Xianjun Guangling's long hair, and reminded in a low voice,
"Prohibition, the prohibition must be locked up. Don't let others disturb your mother."
She and her mother's house must be closed, and no one will break in.
Her words made Xianjun Guangling's mouth slightly twitch.
He glanced at Dongfu Ban, which was shattered by his own sword.
Very simple prohibition, vulnerable.
Of course, it was for Immortal Emperor Guangling.
He raised his hand and casually threw a small ice-blue bowl over the cave.
The small bowl floated in the air, the spiritual energy spread out, and when the air flipped and burst, blue auras spread out in all directions.
In an instant, the ice-blue light converged into an upside-down bowl-shaped restriction, filled with the cold aura of ice and snow, covering the entire cave dwelling in it, and the entire cave dwelling slowly disappeared in front of their eyes.
"Let's go."
"Dad."
"...What else do you have to do?"
Immortal Guangling just found it interesting for a while, but he was not a patient person, and his voice was slightly heavy.
His deep voice didn't make Zhizhi feel scared. How could a father hurt his own child?
She thought about how the children at the foot of the mountain dared to whisper to their father, so she felt no fear, and tugged at the long hair of Immortal Guangling, and said dumbly,
"Further, give the foot of the mountain another restraint. This is what my mother did."
In the chaotic world, the scuffles between fairy and demons, the fire of war and the chaos also spread to the lives of mortals, and those mortals struggling in troubled times are also very pitiful.
Therefore, their mother and daughter have lived on the mountain for so many years, and her mother has always used her power to protect the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain, preventing disasters and allowing the mortals here to live and work in peace and contentment.
They are all very simple, good mortals.
Knowing that they has been protected by her mother by the mountains, will also give thanks to her mother with the offerings during the festivals.
Although it's just some ordinary pastry fruit, it's the best thing they can come up with.
Inconspicuous and not tasty.
But mother will let her taste it, and then tell her that helping others may not be for repayment, not for response, but for her own beliefs and persistence.
But when she gets a sincere response and thanks, it will make her understand that most people are kind and worthy of help.
Zhizhi was young and didn't quite understand.
But she also liked the simple and hard-working ordinary people at the foot of the mountain.
Although those cakes are not delicious, she will eat them seriously, and then pick some delicious fruits from the mountains, hide in the woods and secretly throw them to the children of mortals outside the woods.
She has also exposed traces in front of those mortals.
They are not like her.
Mortals don't have her pretty tail and ears.
She is weird.
But they still like her very much.
Even if they are far away, they will put some flowers and grasses that they think are good-looking on the side of the road, so that she can see them and take them away to play.
"Just some mortals."
Guangling Xianjun's voice was gentle.
In the world of comprehension, monks never put weak mortals in their eyes.
It's as if... the cloud and mud are different.
"Daddy's effort. Help, help."
The little guy closed her claws, rubbed them, and rubbed against her beautiful daddy.
For this little thing that began to like to act like a spoiled child after eating, Immortal Guangling touched her little head with a backhand and hummed.
He carried her straight into the clear sky, stood in the clouds, overlooking the small towns built at the foot of the mountain, raised his hand, and pierced the sky with a sword.
The whistling sword intent descended from the sky, and cut a piercing mound outside the town.
The mound is long and connected to a large lake farther away, and a long river tumbled and appeared. Seeing Zhizhi hugging his neck and looking down in surprise, Xianjun
Guangling said casually, "My sword intent is here, no one will dare to enter here in the future."
Understand that there is shelter here. Don't dare to confront the strong, they certainly won't hurt the people here.
This is more effective than any prohibition and guards.
Of course, if he dared to act in the face of such sword intent, then apart from sitting here himself, I am afraid that other protections would be powerless.
The gully cut by the long sword intent is now a new river.
These villages and towns will live better if they have water sources.
Just take it as... their response to Zhizhi's kindness?
Could it be that in such a short time, he really regarded this little thing as his daughter?
Guangling Xianjun wanted to laugh.
He touched Zhizhi's little head coldly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can we go?"
"Daddy."
Seeing those mortals happily running in front of the suddenly appeared river, thanking Xingqing to the sky, Zhizhi blinked. She quickly turned her head and buried her face in her father's cold neck. She whispered and said happily,
"Dad is really my father. He is kind and has a beautiful heart. It's good."
Kindness like a pro, willing to protect mortals. No wonder her mother likes her father and her cub.
At this moment, Zhizhi's heart was full of happiness. In the silence of Immortal Guangling,
she said, "You are the best father in the world."
She hugged him, pouted her lips, and kissed her kind Daddy reverently.
The big fluffy tail, regardless of the hair loss, once again wrapped around the neck of Immortal Guangling.
Guangling Xianjun paused, turned his head silently, looked at the little guy with a wide-eyed smile, and pressed her small body tightly in his arms.
It seemed that she became more intimate with him when she confirmed that he had done a good deed than just now.
As if affirming him.
It's definitely not a good person like him.
The smile on the corner of his mouth did not change, and his eyes fell on the child's small body that was trembling slightly in the cold wind of the cloudy sky.
It was so cold, but she didn't say a word, didn't complain about his inconsideration, but felt that he was the best father in the world.
Putting away the spirit sword, a light flashed in his hand, and a thick snow-white fur fell into his slender hand.
He glanced at the fur indifferently, unable to recall which unlucky demon cultivator had his skin peeled off.
However, the fur is still thick, and it seems to carry some fire-type spiritual energy. If you take it out, it is still worth a few dozen middle-grade spirit stones?
Guangling Xianjun thought casually, and shoved the small body holding him into the fur into a ball, and a flash of inspiration flashed under his feet.
When the light flashed under his feet, he tightened his fur again, trying to stick out a child with a small head.
"Are you going home?" asked a clear and expectant voice.
"Home?" The little head moved back and forth.
"Forget it."
It seems that the word "going home" is new.
Guangling Xianjun smiled again.
His smile, Zhizhi felt inexplicably, as if there was a slight warmth.
As if she had said something that made him happy.
She stared blankly at Daddy, who seemed to be different from when she first entered the cave, and then turned to look around to see the undulating beauty of the blue sky and cloud peaks.
She found that she appeared in other places in an instant. Although everything in front of her began to become unfamiliar, but she had her father here, and it seemed that she had nothing to be afraid of.
Daddy is there for everything.
To be a cub, you only need to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and you will lose hair if you think too much.
She tucked into the warm soft fur and slept.
This little thing fell asleep, and gave herself to him with confidence, not afraid of being sold by him, or the appearance of peeling off her tail as a scarf, Guangling Xianjun rarely became interested, and slowed down the speed of the aura.
But despite this, soon, a magnificent and magnificent sect appeared in front of his eyes.
In the tall and gorgeous gate, countless disciples came in and out, and in the higher cloud sky, the huge mountain guarding formation turned brilliance, covering the entire sect.
In those deeper Zongmen mountains, spiritual energy shot into the sky, spiritual birds flew, and many sword lights and auras flickered in the Zongmen, and they were very popular.
But in front of such a prosperous and prosperous sect, Guangling Xianjun looked indifferently for a moment.
"Home?"
He indifferently repeated what Zhizhi had just said. There was a smile on his face again.
Ignoring those disciples who looked up and saluted the spiritual light, the sword light flashed, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in the deepest part of the sect, on a mountain peak that went straight into Qingming.
On the mountain peak, the Zhuangyan Treasure Hall was full of immortal energy. A young man wearing a blue brocade clothes with an unbelievably clear face walked quickly over the sea of clouds and saluted him in front of him.
"Master." His voice was gentle.
Guangling Xianjun did not respond.
It seems that he has become accustomed to this way of getting along with master and apprentice.
A little guy with a big fiery red tail rolled out of his snow-white fur with her belly turned over and fell asleep.
"This is?" he asked in surprise.
"My daughter. Your little junior sister."
"Daughter?!"
Guangling Xianjun looked at the disciple who had always pretended to be gentle and suddenly broke his skills, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Surprised or not?
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