Chapter 25
Ming Qiao turned her head away angrily when she heard Wu Ye's request.
He pinched one of Qingheng's fingers and looked at his father's young, handsome but shy face. After holding his breath for a few seconds, he decided to give his father one last chance.
"Look at Qiao Qiao."
Wu Ye: “?”
Wu Ye: “Watching.”
He had seen this kid's face that was similar to Qingheng's many times.
Ming Qiao moved her pretty little face forward so that Wu Ye could see it clearly.
He leaned over and pointed at his face with his free, chubby hand.
"Don't you see?"
He is daddy and mommy's son. When daddy looks at his face, does he find any similarity at all?
Wu Ye: “…”
Wu Ye raised his hand and pinched the chubby little face that came to his door.
It's plump and easier to pinch than cotton.
He pinched it, took his hand back, and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously.
"What do you want me to see?"
Wu Ye asked him, "You are so young, but you are still playing charades with me."
Mingqiao couldn't call daddy in front of his mother.
And his father couldn't guess that he was his biological son, so he had no choice but to call out in a muffled baby voice.
"uncle."
He called him uncle reluctantly, but Wu Ye was quite satisfied with it.
"Here, this is yours."
When Wu Ye saw Qingheng was about to share the meat in his hand with the cub, he handed over another piece of roasted meat.
"There's plenty of meat. You two will be able to eat enough."
"I don't need—"
"I know you're fasting, but I've already baked it, you can try it."
Wu Ye sliced the venison into thin slices and roasted it until it was oily. He added some wild honey to the slices, which was sweet and fragrant, and had a yellowish color.
Although Qingheng didn't care much about food, he obviously liked eating this meat.
There was still half of the venison left to be roasted, so Wu Ye put the rest in a storage bag, planning to eat it later.
After eating and drinking, Mingqiao felt sleepy and started yawning.
He buried his little face in Qingheng's arms, rubbed it, and said in a sticky voice: "Mom, I want to sleep."
"good."
Qingheng held his little body, ready to hug him to sleep.
"You must be so tired holding him like this."
Wu Ye knew that Qingheng had been sleeping with the baby in his arms like this these past few days.
There are no beds here. Even if you spread your clothes on the ground, it's still a bit cold to sleep on and you can't sleep for long.
So, Qingheng held the baby in his arms and didn't sleep much.
"Go to the cabin and sleep."
Wu Ye said, "I added some things to the wooden house. It's better for you and Qiao Qiao to live in it than living outside."
There is a small wooden house here, which was built by Wu Ye himself.
This place was originally the territory discovered by Wu Ye first.
Qing Heng once accidentally entered here and ran into Wu Ye, who recognized him and drew his sword to challenge him.
But when two people fight with swords, there are always some unexpected things.
So far, they have never had a complete competition.
"The bed and quilt are clean. Qiao Qiao can sleep on the bed and stretch his arms and legs."
Wu Ye's last words made Qing Heng stand up and carry the baby to the wooden house.
"Qingheng, you are quite good to this child."
The moonlight illuminated the road, and Wu Ye, who was walking in front, said these words without any context.
Qing Heng said calmly: "It's my duty to be nice to him."
"Hmm."
Wu Ye paused: "How should I put it, I didn't expect you to be so gentle when you are nice to people."
The feeling Qingheng gives people is always cold, distant, and superior.
He seemed to have never been tainted by any worldly air.
When Wu Ye saw him for the first time, he felt that this man was truly an immortal king above the clouds who could not be desecrated by anyone.
His title of Immortal Lord is well-deserved.
One of the reasons why Wu Ye liked to compete with him was that he wanted to see what would happen if such a calm and selfless immortal was defeated by him.
Will you feel upset or frustrated?
Will there be some strange emotions in his eyes, which are always calm?
Now, there is no need to wait until Qingheng loses to me.
When Wu Ye saw him taking care of the cub, he saw a different side of him.
The chubby little cub in his arms had some magical power that could change Qingheng's temperament.
Qingheng was told that he was gentle, and he raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Ye.
This glance was not gentle at all.
Wu Ye caught his look, snorted, and continued: "I cooked so many meals for you, but you didn't treat me gently. Not to mention being gentle, you didn't even give me a good face."
Qingheng did not indulge his dissatisfaction at all.
“You can choose not to do it.”
He and Qiao Qiao won’t starve to death.
Wu Ye: “…”
Wu Ye was so choked by these words that his face turned green.
He stepped harder, making the fallen leaves on the ground rustle. "Okay, neither of you will get to eat the food I cook today!"
Qingheng glanced at the sky and thought that today would soon be over.
Both he and Qiao Qiao were quite full and did not need any more food.
Under Wu Ye's guidance, they soon arrived at the door of the cabin.
Although the cabin is small, it has a bed, a wardrobe, a table and chairs.
Qingheng walked to the bed, bent down and put the baby down from his arms.
After he put it down, he still didn't stand up.
The kid on the bed grabbed his clothes tightly with his two chubby hands.
Qingheng patiently pried his chubby little hands apart, and after finally prying them apart, he quickly patted his back to prevent him from waking up.
This whole process will take quite some time.
While Qingheng was doing this, Wu Ye crossed his arms and watched from the side.
He looked at it and suddenly asked, "Is it okay for you to touch him?"
Qingheng hesitated when asked.
After a moment, he said "hmm" in a normal tone.
Wu Ye stared at him and asked again: "Can I touch you?"
Wu Ye knew that Qingheng hated and rejected being touched by others. When they were fighting with swords, Qingheng never let him touch him.
The two of them had never had any contact, but Wu Ye felt that he was stronger than the others.
No one else could get close to Qingheng, but he was lucky enough to be able to stand next to Qingheng for a long time without Qingheng showing any discomfort.
"You should go and rest."
Qing Heng's expression was cold and indifferent: "I want to rest too."
What this means is rejection.
Although Wu Ye is a carefree person, he is not frivolous.
Qingheng didn't let him touch it, so he shrugged and didn't touch it.
"I'll sleep on the floor, you guys go ahead and sleep."
Wu Ye took out a quilt from the closet, spread it on the floor, and slept with it half covered.
The night is dark.
Qingheng tidied himself up a bit and went to bed. He held the baby in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hadn't rested for several days, and now that he was in bed, he slept exceptionally soundly.
The two breathing sounds, one big and one small, intertwined together, and in the darkness, it sounded inexplicably calming.
Wu Ye was not sleepy. He folded his hands behind his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
This little world is peaceful and quiet, with no one to disturb you.
But the two brothers who were looking for their cubs not far away did not have such a peaceful life.
Bai Yuren was so confused that he sat down on a stool, scratched his head, and asked You Qing the question for the umpteenth time: "Where did Immortal Qingheng take Qiao Qiao?!"
He chased fast enough that day, but he still couldn't catch up with even a shadow of the person.
You Qing, who was sitting opposite him, looked calmer than him.
"Qiao Qiao has been poisoned, and Immortal Qing Heng will help him detoxify."
Therefore, it is actually safest for Qiao Qiao to be with Immortal Lord Qingheng now.
Unlike them, they are still being chased by the Da Fei royal family.
After the people from the Dafei royal family brought Du Sheng back, they also understood clearly what happened that day.
Du Sheng poisoned first, so they were not in the right in this matter.
But they are so thick-skinned that they blindly protect Du Sheng even though they are not in the right.
They split into several groups, one group was looking for You Qing, one group was looking for Qing Heng, and another group went to Lintian Sect.
They split into several groups, with only one goal:
Let the person being chased, no matter who he is, go and remove Du Sheng’s mantra.
The Da Fei royal family knew that Du Sheng had three spiritual roots and attached great importance to Du Sheng.
It is impossible to break the curse. You Qing thought about the last time he saw Ming Qiao, when Ming Qiao was spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He wished that Du Sheng would die many times over in a way that was a hundred times more painful.
Repaying evil with kindness has never been You Qing's nature.
You Qing believes in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
"Alas, I know Immortal Qing Heng will detoxify him, but I want to see Qiao Qiao."
Bai Yu was so worried: "If I had known that this trip would be so unlucky, I should have asked someone to tell my fortune before leaving."
It's too late to tell fortunes now, he can only take things one step at a time.
Random dispatch cannot be returned.
The two of them are being chased by someone now. If they return to the sect at this time, they will undoubtedly bring trouble back.
"Junior brother, do you miss Qiao Qiao?"
Bai Yu chatted with You Qing for no apparent reason, as if he wanted to relieve his anxiety through chatting.
Seeing that You Qing didn't say anything, Bai Yu changed the subject.
"By the way, there is something I have always forgotten to ask you. Where did you get the mantra from? This is a spell created by a demon cultivator. It is not a good thing."
“I drew it.”
You Qing did not hide anything from Bai Yu: "I saw a book in the library, which recorded many spells. I drew a picture casually and drew the mantra."
Bai Yu: “…”
Bai Yu was stunned: "You can draw the mantra just by drawing. Junior brother, are you so powerful?"
No matter how much you praise the jade, you still need to criticize it after the praise.
"It's okay to use the mantra once this time, but don't use it again next time. You've seen it too, if you don't use it properly, it can cause big trouble."
You Qing looked at Bai Yu's knocking but didn't take it to heart.
Seeing that his junior fellow apprentice refused to listen, Bai Yu rolled his eyes and touched upon his soft spot.
"If something happens to you one day because of this curse, have you ever thought that Qiao Qiao would be sad?"
"Qiao Qiao is still young and weak, don't you want to watch him grow up?"
Bai Yu had a very accurate grasp of You Qing's weaknesses.
After hearing these words, You Qing, who had been acting quite extreme and not afraid of death at all, tightened his face and finally became a little afraid of death.
While they were still looking for the cub, Wu Ye, leading Qing Heng and the cub, had already set out for Wuxiang City.
The road is difficult to walk on.
On the last leg of the journey, the entire road was shrouded in fog, making it hazy and visibility only a few meters.
Mingqiao lay in Qingheng's arms, looking at the thick fog, then at the green flames that flashed from time to time in the fog. He was a little scared.
"Mother, how long will it take?"
“Soon.”
Wu Ye could tell the little guy's voice was trembling, so he replied, "We'll be there soon."
After walking for a while, we still didn't arrive.
Ming Qiao sniffed. She no longer felt safe enough just in Qingheng's arms.
He stretched out his chubby hand and called Wu Ye: "Hold Qiao Qiao."
Wu Ye: “…”
Wu Ye raised his eyebrows: "Little coward."
Ming Qiao was called a little coward, but he didn't bother to refute or talk back. He kept his little hands raised, and his bright round black eyes were wet.
"Hold Qiao Qiao."
Mingqiao is not particularly afraid of the dark, but he is particularly afraid of ghosts.
Before setting off, Wu Ye told many ghost stories about Wuxiang City.
Now this road looks like it has ghosts.
Mingqiao was so scared that she was holding back her tears.
Seeing him stretching out his little hands, Wu Ye simply picked him up.
"Okay, let your mother rest for a while, I'll carry you."
When Wu Ye took Ming Qiao over, Qing Heng did not snatch it from him.
The cub seemed plump and heavy to Qingheng, but in Wu Ye's hands, it felt as light as cotton.
"I roasted so much meat and stewed so much soup, why haven't you gained weight yet?"
As Wu Ye spoke, he directly put the cub on his neck.
Ming Qiao: “!”
The familiar lifting game made Mingqiao’s eyes widen.
He grabbed Wu Ye's hair with his chubby hands and said blankly, "Daddy."
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Baby: Stay close to daddy!
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