The love in his eyes could overflow directly.

"Who...you?" The little kid spoke, looking at him with confusion. Because he was still young, his words were not very clear.

Hua Yanyue opened her mouth and was about to reply.

Suddenly it occurred to him that in the eyes of his master, he had always been a woman. What if his master knew his identity as a man and he got angry and ignored him and drove him away?

besides…

Nor can you tell your master your real name.

He thought about it, and suddenly Hua Sixiao's name flashed through his mind, and he felt a sour and jealous feeling in his heart.

"My name is Hua Sixiao."

He said, his eyes dimming a little.

Master hid Hua Sixiao so deeply and didn’t let anyone know.

I will use his name now, so that when Master thinks of him in the future, that person can also be me.

Yue'er doesn't mind.

"Si...Sixiao." The little baby called out incoherently, looking at him with curious eyes.

Hua Yanyue curled her lips into a smile, said "hmm", and kept kissing her cheek lovingly.

"I...shu...shu..." she said, pointing at herself with her little hand.

"Yes, Shu'er." Hua Yanyue kissed her face and replied with a smile.

"Yeah." She nodded her head and smiled.

Huanghun, who had good eyesight, ran far away and felt the strong spiritual energy here. He ran away and turned into his life-spiritual sword to heal his wounds. When he had nothing to do, he wandered around looking for an exit.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Sixiao, what are you eating today?"

Shu'er came running from afar, holding a freshly picked pink flower in her hand.

Seeing Hua Yanyue squatting by the river washing clothes, she threw herself on his back and put the flower on his head.

Hua Yanyue staggered when she pounced on him. He wrung out the last piece of washed clothes, put it in the basin, and then wiped the water on his hands on his own clothes.

He turned around and looked at her with eyes full of tenderness and doting. He raised his hand and took off the small flower in her hair.

There was helplessness and indulgence in her words, "Shu'er, I've told you many times not to casually put flowers on a man's head."

Still pink flowers.