Everyone present had complicated expressions, looking at Si Qingjiu, not knowing what to say.

Is it so simple and crude?

And you even asked when someone died. Isn't that impolite? Are you sure it won't provoke the other person to be more violent?

Generally speaking, the most taboo thing for dead beings is to have their death mentioned, especially those who died abnormally. Once the bad memories are touched upon, they will immediately go berserk.

They don’t know what’s in there now, and they don’t know whether they are dead or not. But if they are dead, and in a very tragic condition, then they would have created an enemy out of thin air.

Most importantly, will the other party really answer?

No one is so honest, right?

Si Qingjiu didn't care about their looks. Seeing that the coffin didn't move, he knocked again: "Speak, don't pretend to be dead."

Minister Wan was considering whether to persuade him that it was useless, when a clear voice mixed with the sound of a baby came from the coffin.

"I'm not pretending to be dead. I'm just thinking."

! !

Everyone was stunned and looked at the coffin together, full of vigilance and shock. Is this really the answer?

How is that possible?

They had asked about it before and discussed it nearby, so why didn't they say anything?

Si Qingjiu became interested: "Thinking? What are you thinking about?"

"Think about the questions you asked me." The voice in the coffin replied confidently, and then turned into distress: "But I don't seem to remember. Hey, do you know who I am, what my name is, where I live, if I'm a man or a woman, and how I died?"

Si Qingjiu: "..."

"Is your brain not working properly? You ask me?"

It's outrageous.

If he knew, would he still ask?

The voice in the coffin was dissatisfied, "I'm asking you this because I don't know. If I knew, why would I ask you this?"

Si Qingjiu: "..."

There is nothing wrong with what you said... What the hell.

Si Qingjiu was speechless, and Minister Wan and others were also speechless. They had never expected that the creatures here would be of this style.

They were so vigilant, cautious and worried before, but in the end, they seemed like fools.

Oh, I shouldn’t say fool, I should say a little ignorant.

"Hey, you haven't told me yet." The voice inside the coffin was dissatisfied, and it knocked on the coffin from inside to indicate its presence.

Si Qing

Jiu's mouth twitched slightly, and he stared at the golden coffin in front of him with dead fish eyes, and said coldly and ruthlessly: "How should I know."

"Impossible, you must know." The voice in the coffin was so confident and sure that Minister Wan and others who were listening outside subconsciously looked at Si Qingjiu. Why did he say that?

Si Qingjiu was also curious and was about to ask when he heard what he said again.

"You smell so good and I like you so much. You are either my father or my mother, how could I not know."

Si Qingjiu: "..."

Minister Wan: “…”

Qingfeng Temple Director: “…”

This statement is really shocking.

They thought of many possibilities, but none of them thought of this one.

Si Qingjiu took a breath, suppressed the urge to complain, and said in a faint voice: "I'm so sorry, I'm a man, I can't have children, let alone a child as old as you."

Judging from the voice, the guy inside is at least ten years old.

He is only twenty-three. Could he have a child at the age of thirteen?

Who is so gifted.

Minister Wan looked at Si Qingjiu and felt like laughing.

This development was beyond their expectations, it was... quite unexpected.

"I'm not old. I seem to be only a few hundred years old." The voice in the coffin defended itself, looking very unconvinced.

Si Qingjiu's eyes narrowed instantly.

Dean Wan Changhai and others also widened their eyes.

The head of Qingfeng Temple and other masters all became serious. Hundreds of years old, this must be a real ancestor.

There are hundreds of years old people sleeping in coffins in foreign countries, and everyone has a rough guess in their minds.

Si Qingjiu didn't guess and asked directly: "Are you a vampire?"

Judging from the nationality and characteristics of the person at that time, it is very likely that the person here is his real ancestor.

When Si Qingjiu thought of this possibility, his expression became strange.

Boy, he was really good at it.

With one pull, he brought the ancestor over.

Others also pricked up their ears and listened attentively.

"What vampire? I'm not a vampire. I'm your son." The voice in the coffin answered without hesitation.

Si Qingjiu was speechless and rolled up his sleeves. "Come out here. I have to give you a good beating today."

"I want to come out, but I can't." His voice became aggrieved. It sounded a little soft to begin with, and now

It makes people want to coax her.

Si Qingjiu held his forehead with his hand and said, "I almost forgot."

He quickly made a gesture with his fingers, and a flash of light appeared before quickly disappearing.

"Okay, come out."

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple and other masters immediately protected Dean Wan Changhai and others and took a few steps back. The voice sounded harmless and the conversation just now seemed very friendly, but there was no guarantee that it was not a deception to them.

Now that it has really come out, who knows what the other party is thinking, so we can't be careless.

The voice in the coffin was a little excited, and knocked on the coffin quickly: "Can I really get out?"

"Okay." Si Qingjiu nodded.

The golden coffin lid was pushed open a crack in an instant, and a small hand that was obviously not an adult stretched out and waved mischievously, "Do you see me? Do you see me?"

Si Qingjiu: "..."

"Come out and let us see you."

'puff'

Minister Wan and others couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Why do I feel that this person in the coffin is... a child? He is so cute, especially when he interacts with Xiaojiu. He is even more funny.

The child in the coffin seemed to have discovered the problem as well. He pushed the coffin lid again, then grasped the edge of the coffin and quietly poked his head out, revealing a pair of eyes.

Those were a pair of particularly round eyes, but not the common black color, but emerald green.

But his hair is not the blond color that is unique to foreign countries, but black.

Si Qingjiu looked at him, and he looked back at her, his eyes fixed.

Si Qingjiu was silent for two seconds, then stepped forward and carried him out.

"Ah." The child exclaimed and quickly grabbed his hand, revealing his cute round face full of accusations: "Dad, how could you treat your lovely son like this."

Si Qingjiu: "...I really want to thank you for letting me suddenly have a baby."

I am too exhausted to complain.

"You're welcome, Dad." The child smiled sweetly at him, looking very lovable.

Si Qingjiu had a wooden face, refusing to accept this wave of cute attacks.

Put the kid on the ground.

It was not even as tall as his legs and did not look very big, perhaps only four or five years old, which did not match his guess.

But he had said before that he was several hundred years old, which meant that his current appearance was just an illusion, or there was some other situation that they didn't know about for the time being.

Minister Wan, they have completely revealed their true colors since they were children.

The face was shocked.

It's really too small and too cute.

This doesn't look like an abnormal child at all.

Bu Si's maternal love was overflowing, and she wanted to go forward and hug him, but Shanqiuping held her back.

This child looks very cute, but we cannot ignore the way he appears.

Would a normal child be put in a coffin?

Lived for hundreds of years.

Si Qingjiu pushed away the child who wanted to come closer, and ruthlessly distanced herself from him: "Go away, go away, I'm still unhappy now, don't come near me, we have nothing to do with each other."

"Nonsense, you smell so good, just like me, how can we have no relationship, don't you want to acknowledge me?" The little kid put his hands on his hips, his eyes wide open: "I'm telling you, if you don't acknowledge me, it's abandonment, it's against the law."

???

Si Qingjiu was surprised, "You actually know about the crime of abandonment and the law?"

Minister Wan and others also found it incredible. He should be a foreign child, but he knew the laws of their country. It was really amazing.

“That’s amazing.”

"Of course, I'm awesome." The little cub raised his chin proudly and would not tell them that he heard those words from the humans who visited the museum.

"So, Dad, you can't disown me, or you'll be breaking the law, and you'll be arrested, and you'll have to work on a sewing machine."

The little face looked at Si Qingjiu seriously, full of persuasion.

Si Qingjiu didn't want to talk anymore. Was it that he had a connection with the kid or did he have a grudge against him?

He sat directly on the coffin lid and waved his hand: "Minister Wan, you guys handle it. I'm tired and don't want to talk."

Minister Wan tried to hold back his laughter, while the head of Qingfeng Temple and others also smiled.

"Oh, by the way, kid, what's your name?" Si Qingjiu remembered and asked. Now that he had the name, he could check it.

"Ah, I know that. I just remembered it." The little guy immediately raised his hand, looking excited: "My name is Louis Gershwin Love Ace Beville Yale."

“…”

Okay, what a long name.

I didn't remember one.

Si Qingjiu's mouth twitched, and he slapped him on the head: "What's the abbreviation?"

They don't usually use abbreviations.

"Just call him your son." Yalai said confidently.

Si Qingjiu: "..."

"You win."

Yalai smiled immediately

, the little face is proud.

Si Qingjiu's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a sinister malice: "You said you are my son, right?"

"Yes, Dad." Yalai nodded.

Si Qingjiu curved his eyebrows and said, "In that case, as a father, I will give you a name first. Let's call you Zhang San Li Si, or Zhao Si. It's easy to remember. You can choose one."

Yalai: “…”

"Dad, my name is Yalai."

“Heh…” Si Qingjiu sneered, do you really think I can’t deal with you? He has also raised a naughty kid before.

Minister Wan and others were laughing so hard that they almost forgot the purpose of coming here so late at night.

I thought he would be a difficult person, but I didn't expect him to be such a funny person.

"Since you can speak human language, just confess." Si Qingjiu shook his feet and raised his chin towards the child on the ground.

Yalai blinked her big eyes, looking innocent: "Dad, what do you want to tell me?"

“…”

"Let me ask." Minister Wan stepped forward immediately with a smile on his face, "Little Yalai, how old are you this year?"

"I'm three years old!" Yalai shouted very decisively.

Minister Wan: “…”

"He is three hundred years old this year." Si Qingjiu exposed mercilessly.

Yalai pouted, "Dad is so unlovable."

Si Qingjiu retorted: "I am a grown man and I don't need to be cute."

"Dad is so mean, bullying me." Yalai put his hands in his pockets, angry.

Si Qingjiu rolled his eyes, "You act like you are so kind, but you are just fooling me. To be honest, what is your current situation? Why are you so young?"

Yalai was stunned by the question, tilted his head, and thought seriously, "It seems that since I can remember, I have been living in it since I was this young."

Si Qingjiu frowned, and several masters also looked solemn.

This is not normal, he has no memory of the past and has been sleeping in a coffin.

In his current situation, he couldn't be sure whether he was a vampire.

"How about this, little Yalai, how about you come back to Qingfeng Temple with me first? There are many children there who can play with you." Taoist Qingfeng invited with a smile.

Yalai immediately shook his head: "I don't want it, I want to stay here, it's very comfortable here."

He can chat with the spirits of the instruments here every day, and there is enough spiritual energy, which he likes very much.

In fact, he was able to wake up because of the spiritual energy here.

Si Qing

Jiu knew this, and he also sensed that this little guy did not have any malice or evil intentions, so he said.

"Let him stay here so he doesn't go out and cause harm to others."

"I didn't harm anyone else. I clearly helped them and even introduced them to someone else." Yalai was dissatisfied and put his hands on his hips to refute his cheap father.

Si Qingjiu was surprised, "Can you tie the knot?"

The masters all looked puzzled. Isn't this the custom in their country?

How could foreign species do that?

Yalai didn't think it was wrong and nodded proudly: "Yes, the ones I have helped are all good matches, and they will last a long time. I won't give my blessing easily."

Si Qingjiu felt that this child was not simple.

He can not only tie the red thread, but also send blessings.

This is no longer a wizard vampire, it is close to being a demigod.

I looked him up and down and found that he looked no different from a child, with a childish mind. His eyes sparkled slightly, which was interesting.

Several masters also looked at Si Qingjiu, their moods equally restless.

Taoist Qingfeng couldn't help but ask softly, "Little Yalai, do you still remember which country you are from?"

The gods of each country are different, and some things cannot be applied universally.

For example, marriage.

They believe in Yue Lao, pay attention to peach blossoms, and use peach blossom charms and red threads as symbols of marriage.

If it is a bad method, it is poison.

There is no such belief in foreign countries. They treat marriage by either praying to God or using forbidden techniques such as curses and blessings.

They are very different in nature and cannot be used interchangeably.

Because foreign gods do not protect them, their gods will not bless foreign people.

Now someone breaks the rules, it's incredible.

Yalai pointed at Si Qingjiu without hesitation: "My father and I are from the same country."

Si Qingjiu: "..."

It can be seen that this little guy is relying on me.

Taoist Qingfeng also smiled helplessly and wanted to ask again, but Si Qingjiu spoke up: "His bloodline is not right."

He didn't pay much attention to it before, but after the little guy said that just now, he used his spiritual sense to explore it. His soul was very strange, and he didn't understand it for the time being.

Taoist Qingfeng nodded slightly, made up his mind, and stopped asking questions.

Yalai was curious and pulled his new father: "Dad, my blood

What's wrong with your pulse?"

Without waiting for Si Qingjiu to answer, he clapped his hands again, his little face excited: "Is it because my other parent is also a father?"

"Huh?" Si Qingjiu raised his eyebrows. He even knew this?

The one in his family is not in his own world.

"What do you mean?" Si Qingjiu asked curiously.

"I see other kids have both parents, so of course I have to have what they have, so before I came out, I tied a red string for you, Dad."

Yalai is smiling and looks cute no matter how you look at her.

Si Qingjiu just wanted to beat him up. He never expected that he would encounter such a thing in real life.

Within a day, a son was born and the unknown other half was also arranged.

I don't know whether to say this guy is fast or outrageous.

Just as I was about to teach him a lesson, the little guy said again.

"Don't worry, Dad. The red string I made for you is thick and strong. It guarantees that you two will love each other forever. But Dad seems to be lying down like me. He doesn't seem to be in good health. Oh, and he smells bad."

Yalai frowned, not noticing that everyone present, including Si Qingjiu, had a strange look on their faces.

They were not surprised for that reason. The other man was surprised. The marriage law in China was amended a few years ago, and there are many same-sex couples now.

They were surprised that the man who had been lying down was not feeling well and had a very bad smell on his body.

Yalai had said several times before that Si Qingjiu smelled so good and that he was his father.

In other words, this taste does not simply refer to taste, but something else special.

In other words, this so-called other father might have some unusual problems.

Si Qingjiu was puzzled, as the red string on his body should not be tied.

First, no one is stronger than him, so even if he is tied up, the bond will be broken immediately, and the opponent will suffer backlash.

Second, he already has a red line on his body and it will not break, so he will not be able to succeed with a second one.

What's happening now?

After thinking for a while, he picked up Yalai and put him on the coffin lid: "Who are you holding?"

"I don't know." Yalai replied with his eyes wide open.

Si Qingjiu: "..."

There was silence for two seconds: "Then why did you hold the other person's hand?"

"She's pretty." Yalai said obediently.

Si Qingjiu was speechless.

Yalai counted on his fingers and began to list the other person's advantages: "In addition to being handsome, he is also very rich. He is the richest man in the country. He has a younger brother and his parents have a good relationship. There shouldn't be any mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems. He himself is also very outstanding. All in all, he is barely worthy of Dad."

Si Qingjiu: "...Should I thank you for thinking about me so much?"

Yalai waved his hands, acting like a grown-up: "No, no, we are just strangers, it's too formal."

"Haha...you're not shy at all."!