Chapter 192 Idol
Speaking of this, Feng Mingji felt a little guilty, as he was indeed somewhat weak-willed.
He touched the tip of his nose, but didn't put Jiang Xingxing down.
He really likes Jiang Xingxing; she's much cuter than Feng Huixue was when she was little.
He secretly rejoiced countless times at gaining a grandson for free.
His daughter-in-law was kind to him and even used the Dew of Spiritual Essence to save his fox life.
Hua Yin had also told him that his son and Jiang Xianwan had a predestined romance that his son couldn't even dream of.
Feng Mingji felt very awkward and could only lower his head sheepishly. He gently pinched the little dimple on the back of Jiang Xingxing's hand and said expectantly, "Xingxing, call me grandpa."
"Don't call him that!" Feng Huixue glared at him fiercely, then said to her son, "I don't acknowledge him as my father. You don't have a grandfather!"
Feng Mingji: "..."
Jiang Xingxing: "..."
Jiang Xingxing glanced at Feng Huixue, then at Feng Mingji, who was awkwardly pinching his little hand, and said with great distress, "Being caught between you two, Xingxing is really in a difficult position."
Feng Mingji didn't force him. She took out a candy from her sleeve, smiled, and gently put him down. "Go on, go see your mother."
Hua Yin looked at Jiang Xianwan nestled in Feng Huixue's arms, and his heart stirred. He followed Jiang Xingxing and stepped forward.
He held the ebony ruler in one hand and pinched it lightly with his fingers a few times.
Feng Huixue frowned, "The Great Master of Fate?"
"Shhh."
Hua Yin's expression was serious, and when he pinched her like that, a look of shock and astonishment immediately appeared in his eyes.
Feng Mingji noticed this, slowly walked to his friend's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"
"Really? Is something wrong?"
Jiang Xianwan happened to wake up and saw a young man pinching a few fingers as if performing a ritual.
Hua Chang looked her over carefully, first with a complicated expression of disbelief, then nodded blankly.
He took a deep breath silently and smiled at Jiang Xianwan, "Just a little bit."
Jiang Xianwan jumped off Feng Huixue's lap, and upon opening his mouth, he let out two uncontrollable "haha" sounds.
She abruptly shut her mouth and awkwardly patted Jiang Xingxing's head.
Swallowing back the laughter in his mouth, he bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Jiang Xianwan greets the Emperor and the Grand Master of Fate."
This man, who looked remarkably like Feng Huixue, was clearly none other than the Demon Emperor Feng Mingji.
I didn't expect him to look so young; he and Feng Huixue look like brothers.
The other one is also easy to guess: the mysterious and rambling Da Siming mentioned by Feng Huixue.
Her gentle and welcoming demeanor easily wins people's favor.
Feng Mingji's fox-like eyes lit up. "There are no outsiders here, just call me Dad."
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
Is this a question of whether there are outsiders or not?
Feng Huixue glared at the Demon Emperor, but a hint of crimson appeared on the tips of her ears.
Jiang Xianwan was a little embarrassed, "Um, I..."
Feng Huixue knew, of course, that she couldn't call out.
He can't even pronounce it himself yet.
He stood up, the intimate distance making it seem as if Jiang Xianwan could be pulled into his arms with a mere gesture. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his chin lifted gently. "Dream on."
Feng Mingji: "..."
His son has a dream, so why can't he have a dream too?
Feng Mingji didn't necessarily want Jiang Xianwan to call him "Dad," he just couldn't resist teasing her and his son.
His fox-like eyes crinkled with laughter as he dug another pit that Jiang Xianwan couldn't avoid falling into. "Whether you call me or not, we're all family. Family doesn't need to be so formal. As for the Dew of Spiritual Dew, I won't stand on ceremony with my daughter-in-law."
Jiang Xianwan: "Uh...of course...no need to be polite."
Feng Mingji pursed his lips, his smile resembling that of a cat that had just stolen some fish.
He knew that Jiang Xianwan would definitely be too embarrassed to bring up the words "daughter-in-law".
Seeing his son's ears turn bright red, he winked and said, "I should thank you. I never thought I'd get a grandson for free in my lifetime."
"I love so much."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
That statement... doesn't sound wrong.
It's true that I got a free grandson.
"I'm glad you like it."
Feng Huixue felt both embarrassed and ashamed, so she pretended to lower her head and count Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes.
It seems like he has a conflicting desire: to kick the Demon Emperor out of the way, yet also to get the Demon Emperor to say a few more words.
Hua Yin barely snapped out of his daze, pulled his gaze away from Jiang Xianwan, and suddenly patted Feng Mingji on the shoulder, "Mingji, you really should thank your daughter-in-law."
If it weren't for Jiang Xianwan, it's uncertain who would own this Demon Realm.
Feng Mingji was slightly taken aback, but immediately became interested. "Oh? Tell me more about it."
He understood his friend, and it wasn't just about Xingxing and Lingze's Dew.
Just now, he must have gleaned something from Jiang Xianwan by counting on his fingers.
Judging from what he said, it seems that he has a deep connection with him.
Hua Yin shook his head, his expression unreadable, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
Immediately, his meaningful gaze fixed on Jiang Xianwan's face, and he sighed to himself, "To be honest, you have always been my idol."
I never imagined that I would actually see this legendary crazy girl in person one day.
Thinking of what had just happened in the conference hall on the eighth floor, Hua Yin's joy became even more evident, and he even fell into a state of inexplicable excitement.
He pushed the ebony ruler in his hand forward.
"Could you sign your name?"
Jiang Xianwan: "...Isn't this inappropriate?"
This ruler appears to be Hua Yin's natal magical artifact.
As for idols?
Was it because of that scene involving the pills in the Void Ancient Realm?
Or... that scene on the eighth floor?
"I am not as good as a junior..."
"Huh?" Hua Yin quickly interrupted her, pushing the ebony ruler forward another inch and shoving it directly into her hand. "Sign it."
How can it be done without signing?
He's been admiring her for a long time!
Crazy! Powerful! Arrogant!
You won't find another one like it, anywhere in the world.
Under the expectant gaze of the Grand Master of Fate, Jiang Xianwan still hesitated, "How about I sign your name?"
Hua Yin shook his head, "No! I'll sign with you."
Jiang Xianwan signed his name in a daze.
Feng Huixue squinted, watching them come and go, a thoughtful look flashing across her eyes.
That ebony ruler was Hua Yin's natal spiritual weapon, extremely precious, and he never let anyone touch it. Yet he just stuffed it into Jiang Xianwan's hand, repeatedly asking her to leave the three words "Jiang Xianwan" behind.
What did he mean by what he just said?
It sounds like Jiang Xianwan and his father have some connection.
Feng Huixue looked at her father's face and couldn't remain calm. She couldn't help but overthink things and asked in an unhappy tone, "Great Master of Fate, what do you mean?"
Putting aside the fact that, according to Da Siming, Jiang Xianwan seems to have an unspeakable identity.
Jiang Xianwan and his father...could it be that they were once...?
Feng Huixue felt a surge of tension.
The Grand Master of Fate, having received the personal signature, happily stroked the three extra characters on the black ruler without looking up, and said, "Little Xue, don't overthink it."
"I'll give you a piece of advice."
Cherish the people in front of you.
This is a destiny you could never have hoped for.
Feng Huixue: "..."
Perhaps it was because the Grand Master of Fate's expression was too serious, but Feng Huixue was startled, her eyes glazed over, and she felt a strange, indescribable bitterness.
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