In the end, Han Yichen could only look at Hua Qingcheng with the look of a heartless scumbag, covering his lips, and leaving with Xuanming feeling aggrieved.

"Qingqing, you..." Mu Lige smiled slightly and looked at Hua Qingcheng lovingly.

"Well...you guys should go to bed early. I...I'm going back first." Zuo An nodded slightly towards Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige, then prepared to turn around and leave.

"Seventh Brother, come here." Mu Lige called Zuo An.

"What's the matter?" Zuo An turned around and looked at Mu Lige, who was leaning against the head of the bed, in confusion.

"Don't you want to hug them?"

Mu Lige, a new father, had a kind face, like the warm sun in winter or the gentle breeze in spring. His lips curled up slightly in a faint smile, a smile that seemed to descend from the heavens, like a delicate orchid blooming in a valley, quietly radiating its soft beauty.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world seemed to be lit up by his smile. Even the man who was about to leave was stunned and stopped.

"I..." Zuo An pointed at himself doubtfully. "Is that okay?"

"Thanks to you for stopping wave after wave of assassins, they were able to be born safely. You, Zuo An, are of course the most qualified to hold them." Mu Lige looked at Zuo An, and their eyes met across the air. Her eyes, bright as stars, were filled with trust.

"good……"

After cleaning his hands, Zuo An even took one of Mu Lige's outer garments and put it on, covering up his sinister black outfit. Today, wearing this outfit, he had killed hundreds of assassins...

"Zuo'an..." Hua Qingcheng held the two children in Zuo'an's hands respectively.

The number one killer of Luosha Sect, who had killed countless people, suddenly felt at a loss when facing the delicate little baby.

However, to his surprise, the two babies lay quietly in his arms, neither crying nor making a fuss. Their well-behaved appearance instantly softened Zuo An's cold heart.

"It seems that they like you very much." Mu Lige smiled slightly.

After returning the child to Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige, Zuo An looked at his bloody hands in confusion.

"Zuo'an, thank you!" Hua Qingcheng saw the stunned man and stepped forward to hold his hands, her eyes soft. "These are a pair of hands that give me a sense of security. They shielded Fengfeng and Longlong from the bloody storm... Although they are young, they know that this is the love from Seventh Father..."