Chapter 43

The cub that was scooped up by the little cloud subconsciously clenched the soft cloud in his two chubby hands.

He looked at the person who was about to attack him in a daze and didn't recognize who it was.

The other person was wearing a black nightgown and was covered tightly from head to toe.

"You, what do you want to do!"

The cub sitting on the little cloud asked in a fierce voice.

His question received no response.

The man in black who came to attack him had no intention of communicating with him at all.

The opponent's sneak attack just failed, so he became ruthless again. He gathered strength in one palm and raised his hand to slap the cub on the cloud.

"Bang--"

There was a crashing sound. It was You Qing who came out after Ming Qiao came out.

You Qing touched a wooden stick on the corridor, and the moment the man in black raised his hand, he smashed the stick hard on the back of the man's head.

Wu Ye, who had just returned, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw You Qing taking action.

This kid is still as steady, accurate and ruthless as ever.

His figure moved forward a little, but he still did not show up. Instead, he watched You Qing perform an extreme rescue in front of him.

It goes without saying that Little Yunduo and her two children are no match for the man in black.

But in this extreme situation, they are quite sensitive.

As time goes by little by little.

The little cloud couldn't hold on any longer. It was no use just making it rain!

"Baby, shake someone!"

At the urging of Little Cloud, Ming Qiao looked toward the vast night sky and called out in a panicked voice, "Daddy! Mommy! Save Qiao Qiao!"

Ming Qiao called out for help, and the men in black paused when they heard it.

Obviously, the man in black was also afraid that he would really hit someone.

"Shut up!"

The man in black finally spoke, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Facing the clouds and the child who were good at hiding, he just wanted to end the battle quickly and wipe out the roots.

He was completely furious, and You Qing had no way of dealing with him.

At the critical moment, You Qing could only use his body to block Ming Qiao.

His meaning was obvious—

If you want to kill Ming Qiao, just step over his corpse.

“Daddy!”

Seeing his brother standing in front of him, Ming Qiao was so scared that he almost cried.

He called for daddy with tears in his eyes, and this time, he finally called his daddy out.

"Daddy is here!"

When Wu Ye heard that his child was crying, he immediately rushed over from the darkness without delay.

"Qiao Qiao, don't be afraid. Look, isn't Daddy here?"

While Wu Ye was coaxing the cub, he easily fooled the man in black who was trying to kill the cub.

With him around, the baby, who was originally tearful, instantly felt relieved.

You Qing was afraid that Ming Qiao would divide Wu Ye's heart, so he specially took Ming Qiao aside.

"Uncle, hurry up. It's cold outside and Qiao Qiao isn't wearing socks."

"OK."

After You Qing urged him a little, Wu Ye glanced at his child's chubby feet, and the attack with his hands suddenly became fierce.

The man in black was no match for Wu Ye.

After a few moves, the man in black was suppressed by Wu Ye.

Wu Ye took a bundle of ropes, tied the man up, and then threw him heavily into the room.

"Qiao Qiao, come here."

Wu Ye was ready to hold the cub and interrogate this man.

But Mingqiao didn't go.

His little face turned red and he struggled to break free from You Qing.

"Jojo?"

You Qing called out hesitantly.

Ming Qiao didn't bother to pay attention. With his little face red, he ran towards the toilet with his short legs.

You Qing: “…”

You Qing was silent.

After a long time, Qiao Qiao still had no time to go to the toilet.

After peeing, Mingqiao's little body felt comfortable.

He washed his hands and climbed onto his father's lap.

The door to the room was closed.

The man in black who was still tied to the ground had his veil removed, revealing a face that was familiar to You Qing and Ming Qiao.

Ming Qiao saw him lying on the ground, unable to move, and stretched out his little hand to ask him for something.

"Give me back my sword."

Ming Qiao's face was serious, and she stared at Meng Yun with her round eyes.

Meng Yun still hasn't recovered from the shock. He didn't expect that there was someone hiding next to this kid!

"What sword?"

Meng Yun forced himself to calm down. He kept his voice steady and defended himself: "You bullied my disciple You Bufan during the day. I just came here to teach you a lesson--"

"Tsk, I hate time-wasting nonsense the most."

Wu Ye gently interrupted Meng Yun's defense.

He glanced at the cub sitting on his lap, and then at You Qing who was also full of energy next to him.

It was the middle of the night and the two kids were awake, listening to him interrogating someone, which didn't seem very good.

"Come on, both of you go to sleep. I'll take him out to ask him some questions."

If Qingheng knew that the child didn't sleep at night, he would probably think that he didn't know how to take care of the child.

Wu Ye didn't let the two children continue to guard.

He stood up, carried the baby on his lap to the bed, and then called You Qing over.

"Stay with Qiao Qiao. I'll be there when you wake up."

"good."

You Qing nodded, climbed onto the bed, and held Ming Qiao in his arms.

Mingqiao doesn't want to sleep yet.

He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. His father had already taken the person lying on the ground away.

Seeing his father disappear, Ming Qiao curled his lips and said unhappily, "Daddy doesn't take Qiao Qiao with him."

"Your daddy wants you to sleep."

You Qing knew that the baby in her arms was in poor health, so it was best to avoid staying up late as much as possible.

He took Wu Ye's place and coaxed Ming Qiao back to sleep.

Outside, in a sparsely populated mass grave.

Meng Yun was thrown to the ground.

Next to him, there were some rotten bodies that seemed to be animal corpses.

He wrinkled his nose and felt like gagging.

"Tell me, where is my son's sword?"

Wu Ye sat casually on a tombstone. He was not as averse to places like mass graves as Meng Yun.

When he was a child, he often slept here.

"I have no idea--"

Meng Yun still wanted to deny it, but this time Wu Ye had really lost his patience.

The children are not here, Qingheng is not here either, so Wu Ye can't pretend to be a good person.

He smiled at Meng Yun, and the next second, screams suddenly resounded throughout the mass grave.

There are a few trees planted sparsely outside the mass grave.

The crows in the tree were startled by the screams and flapped their wings, leaping into the night sky and disappeared.

Wu Ye had a faint smile on his face. After hearing enough screams, he asked, "Do you remember? Where is the sword?"

"Yes, in my storage bag."

Meng Yun was not afraid of leaving the tricky sword randomly, for fear that someone would find it.

He didn't dare put it anywhere, so he could only keep it with him.

"I, I didn't mean it. This sword has something to do with the Demon Lord... with the Demon Lord."

At first, he thought that the sword was just a superior spiritual sword, so he wanted to possess it.

But after noticing the sword, he wanted to throw the sword away immediately!

But it is easy to take the sword, but difficult to deal with it.

He had deeply offended the sword-wielding child. If he didn't silence the child, he would be in trouble sooner or later!

Meng Yun regretted his actions tonight.

What he regretted was not that he did not kill Ming Qiao, but that if he had known this day would happen, he should have dealt with this child who brought him bad luck in advance when he was in the You family!

Meng Yun's body and mouth were covered in blood.

With shaking hands, he took out the black sword.

"Here is the sword. I'll give it back to you."

Meng Yun returned the sword and begged for mercy: "Can you let me go now?"

Wu Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand.

He said nothing, but repeatedly touched the sword with his fingers.

The black sword didn't look good at all, and there were tiny scratches on the tail of the sword.

In addition to this tiny scratch, there are some other flaws, and he can clearly see where the flaws are.

Because, this is the sword he obtained in a secret place after surviving a near-death experience.

He spent a lot of effort to refine the sword into his own.

Now, this sword that should have been placed in his hometown appeared here.

"You took it from my son?"

"No, I'm not trying to rob you. I just want to keep it for you..."

"Did you see it clearly? Are you sure he took it out?"

Meng Yun: “…”

Meng Yun was stunned by the question.

The pain all over his body was difficult to ignore, forcing him to respond to Wu Ye's questions one by one.

He nodded with difficulty: "Yes, he took it out of the storage ring. He said it belonged to his father, but this sword clearly has the aura of the Demon Lord..."

When Meng Yun said this, his head suddenly buzzed.

His eyes widened and his look suddenly became panic-stricken.

"You, you are the Demon Lord! This sword is yours?! Ming Qiao is——"

Before the three words "little devil" came out of Meng Yun's mouth, his throat suddenly tightened, and then his whole body was like a shriveled eggplant, without any life at all.

"You're really slow to react."

Wu Ye put away his sword and said calmly to the man who had become a corpse: "If there is one person who wants to kill my son, I will kill him one by one. If there is a pair, I will kill them one by one."

From the moment Meng Yun attacked Ming Qiao, Wu Ye never thought of letting this man live.

He raised his hand and burned the corpse that died with its eyes open.

Then he turned and left.

He wanted to find Qingheng, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

The night was dark and all around was silent.

Wu Ye stood there, no emotion on his handsome face. After killing someone in the past, he always felt some emotion.

At this moment, let alone feeling emotional, he just felt that his brain had turned into a mess.

How come his sword was in Mingqiao's hand?

It couldn't have been stolen.

The little guy would cough and wheeze whenever he walked fast, so there was no way he could have stolen his sword.

"The sword my father gave me was taken away!"

Confused, he remembered the complaint Mingqiao had made to him.

This sentence kept echoing in his originally confused mind, and slowly, he began to feel a little clear-headed.

Almost impatient, he got up and rushed towards the Chen family.

It was still early when he returned.

Ming Qiao is sleeping.

Wu Ye walked in and sat beside the bed without waking Ming Qiao.

He just lowered his head, and looked at the little face in the quilt without blinking in the moonlight coming in from the window.

No matter how you looked at it, the little face bore no resemblance to him.

He gently held the chubby little hand in the quilt. The chubby little hand was white and tender, with fingers of neither long nor short, and still nothing could be seen.

Wu Ye held his breath, lifted a corner of the quilt, and examined even the chubby little feet.

"How can there be anyone who looks just like my mother?"

Wu Ye muttered to himself, "That's not right. Being struck by lightning... seems like I inherited it from my father."

Ming Qiao never told him where he came from.

Therefore, no matter how hard Wu Ye thought, he could not imagine that he, a virgin, could have a son for nothing.

The day before yesterday at Wuya Peak, Qingheng mentioned that Mingqiao was struck by lightning while practicing, which seemed like the way a demon cultivator experienced tribulation. He was in a trance at the time and had some guesses in his mind.

But at that time he just felt that this guess was a bit unreliable.

Two full hours.

Wu Ye just looked at Ming Qiao without closing his eyes.

Ming Qiao, who was being watched while sleeping, did not feel uncomfortable at all. He had a dangerous encounter before going to bed, but after falling asleep, he still slept soundly.

When it was almost dawn, he turned over and kicked the quilt away.

Wu Ye was just about to cover him again when he saw him wrinkle his face, stretch out his chubby little hand, and scratch his butt boldly.

Wu Ye: “…”

Wu Ye couldn't help but smile.

"Daddy."

After the kid's butt was scratched, he started to mumble in his sleep: "Chicken drumstick."

"Okay, I'll grill some chicken legs for you when you wake up."

"Mother."

"Your mother hasn't come back yet."

“Immortality.”

Wu Ye: “…”

Wu Ye, who was responding to Zizi's talking in his sleep, was stunned.

The little guy on the bed didn't seem to hear the response, and his face frowned even more.

"Don't die."

"Qiao Qiao...I miss my mother."

Wu Ye's eyes darkened, he raised his hand and gently patted the little guy's back.

"Your mother won't die, your father is here."

As long as he is alive, neither the big nor the small will die.

Wuye is an orphan, with no ties or concerns.

Now, Qingheng still has the baby in front of him, who is his biggest concern.

He won't let anything happen to these two, big or small.

You Qing heard Wu Ye coaxing his baby.

However, after You Qing saw that it was Wu Ye, he continued to sleep.

Before he knew it, You Qing felt at ease facing Qing Heng or Wu Ye.

Another moment passed.

The kid who was talking in his sleep tossed and turned and finally woke himself up.

As soon as he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw Wu Ye, with joy visible on his little face.

"Daddy, you're back!"

The belt of Ming Qiao's small shirt was opened when he turned over, revealing his soft white belly, which rose and fell with his breathing, making him look very attractive.

Wu Ye pinched his belly and tied his belt again.

"Well, Daddy is back."

"Where's Qiao Qiao's sword? Did you get it back?"

“I got it back.”

Wu Ye answered, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

He changed Mingqiao's clothes and washed his hands and face as he did before.

After doing all this, he put the cub on his lap and asked, "Qiao Qiao, am I your biological father?"

Ming Qiao: “?”

Ming Qiao had a confused expression on his face, wondering what happened to his dad.

He nodded his head and said, "Of course, Qiao Qiao only has one father."

The one holding him now.

After hearing the guessed answer, Wu Ye's face became terribly gloomy for a moment.

He then asked, "Daddy and Mommy, you haven't had a baby yet, how did our Qiao Qiao get here?"

Ming Qiao: “…”

Ming Qiao tilted his little head, wanted to speak, but hesitated.

"Be good, tell Daddy. Daddy won't tell anyone else."

Wu Ye coaxed the baby in his arms, speaking in a gentle tone, and persuading him: "Daddy just wants to know how Qiao Qiao recognized Daddy."

"Jojo is dead."

Ming Qiao couldn't resist his father's coaxing, and after a while, he pursed his lips and told his origins.

"Daddy went out and left Qiao Qiao at home, and Qiao Qiao died."

"When I woke up, I was here."

Wu Ye closed his eyes and time went back.

He was not like Qingheng, who was a little skeptical after initially listening to Mingqiao's story.

He believed every word Mingqiao said.

"Tell daddy in more detail. How did daddy take care of you in the past? Where is your mother?"

Wu Ye was asking Ming Qiao questions, his voice was hoarse, and he held Ming Qiao's chubby little hand, not willing to let go for even a second.

You Qing didn't disturb them and left early.

I don’t know how much time passed.

After being interrogated, the kid was tired of talking.

He leaned in his father's arms. After reviewing the past with his father, Ming Qiao did not forget to emphasize -

You must protect your mother.

After all, in Mingqiao's memory, he had never seen his mother since he was born.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?"

After talking about mother so much, Mingqiao raised his little face and asked daddy for mother.

Wu Yeyuan had discussed it with Qingheng, and while Qingheng went out to do the work, he would stay here to look after the cubs.

But after hearing what Zai said, Wu Ye couldn't sit still for even a second.

He wants to go see Qingheng.

"Jojo."

Wu Ye lowered his head, held the baby's chubby face and kissed him several times.

He was thankful for going back in time and bringing his baby here.

"Thank you for coming."

Wu Ye pressed his forehead against his and said, "Daddy will protect you and your mother."

"Well! Daddy is going to see Mommy."

Mingqiao is now always accompanied by his parents, so he is not sad when talking about the past.

He shook his chubby little feet and asked his daddy to find his mom while he went to find his brother.

The author has something to say:

Wu Ye: My son! My dear! My wife, it’s true!

Run to find your wife!

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