Chapter 126 I have met the Northern Emperor
Jiang Xingxing was placed on the cloud boat.
Today he wore a white robe sprinkled with gold, with two round buns on his head, nine-tailed foxes painted on the corners of his eyes and cheeks, and shimmering pink embellishments.
With a serious expression, it appears even more lively and endearing, making one want to pinch its cheeks.
Di Yin swayed slightly, staring blankly at the child who looked to be about two years old. His lips were pressed into a thin, pale line, and his face was ashen and withered as a piece of paper. He was on the verge of suffocating and collapsing in an instant.
As if manipulated by an empty shell, he staggered to his feet.
who is he.
Seeing his sudden loss of composure, Yun Weize felt a strange sting in his heart, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the cup tightly.
Feng Huixue's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, her expression indifferent. She nodded in return to the greeting from Fengyi Sword Master, then took her seat on her own.
Jiang Xingxing took two steps closer, placed his left hand on his chest, and performed a standard demon realm salute, greeting everyone in a childish voice.
"Greetings, Sword Master Fengyi."
"Greetings, Southern Emperor."
"Greetings, Northern Emperor."
A glint of light flickered in Hua Buxiu's eyes, along with a hint of pain, but it all vanished silently in the end.
He poured me a glass of floral dew and replied gently, "It's sweet, sure...would you like to try some?"
Okay, okay.
Everything collapsed before his eyes. Di Yin suddenly pressed his hand against his heart, his knuckles twisting and deforming from the excessive force, turning a horrifying bluish-white color. His eyes blurred into a blurry, shimmering shadow.
He looked at the child, who was slightly taller than the table, his pupils unfocused and dilated, as if every bone in his body was breaking silently.
The little boy was smiling, and when he pursed his lips, a shallow dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth. The little fox decoration at the corner of his eyes was so lifelike because of him.
Di Yin's loose hair was stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and his empty eyes, devoid of tears, were even more suffocating. Looking at his pair of chubby, white hands, his eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot veins.
A hoarse, suppressed sob, completely unlike a human voice, struggled out from deep within the throat, like the cry of a trapped beast on the verge of death.
Okay, okay.
Wanwan gave birth to his child.
He was ignorant and useless.
I missed it all.
Yun Weize noticed that the man's spine, which should have been straight as a pine tree, was now bent over, and his breathing became heavy and slow.
After a long while, he came to his senses, nodded and gave Jiang Xingxing a smile, as if something was about to break through the soil.
He took a deep breath, and a spatial mustard seed involuntarily landed in his palm. He whispered, "There are lots of sparkly toys inside."
Jiang Xingxing thought for a moment: Hmm, they're all from the same family, so I can take them.
"Thank you very much, Your Majesty the Southern Emperor."
He was meticulous in his manners, like a little adult.
Through a thick layer of mist, Di Yin's pupils revealed only a serious expression on a child's face, with small hands pressed against his chest in a gesture of respect.
His face was pale, his eyes were slightly wet and glistening, and blood seemed to be gushing from his throat.
He breathed silently for a while, then swallowed hard with the last of his willpower, slowly bent down, and gently extended a hand toward the little child who had turned his head to look at him curiously, trying his best to soften his voice.
"Alright, come on."
Jiang Xingxing looked at the slightly trembling hand in front of him with some doubt, and then secretly peeked under his eyelashes at the silver-haired man who was trying to keep his eyes level with his and seemed about to cry. He took a step closer as instructed.
"I have met the Northern Emperor."
Di Yin strained to focus his gaze, staring intently at him.
The shimmering morning sun, filtering through the clouds, fell upon the eyes of the two children, one large and one small.
He was in a daze for a long time, suppressing the heat in his eyes and the desire to hold him on his lap. He put two fingers together, took out a wisp of light from between his eyebrows, and gently pushed it forward, trying to smile at him, "This place is very beautiful, you can raise a black tortoise here."
His smile didn't look good at all; his expression was filled with immense pain, the smile masking his agony.
His voice was hoarse and husky, yet it was at its softest at that moment, making Jiang Xingxing unable to resist looking at him again.
The man seemed to remember something, and took out a spatial storage container from his sleeve. He choked up several times, barely able to speak, but his voice was still soft. "Not too much, not good either. Next time, next time I will prepare more."
The dragon carp opened its mouth wide in shock: No!
Not enough? Not good enough?
The owner returned home and worked day and night for a month, diligently digging for treasures to add to the spatial storage.
Instead of giving it to Jiang Xianwan, they just gave it to a little kid they didn't know and had just met?
He gave him the entire Spirit Ruins?
Did he really give him the Spirit Ruins?
Don't you even keep a pair of underwear for yourself?!
The fish pond is gone too?
Next time!
Fish will never have a good life again!
The fish didn't know if he was crazy or the fish was crazy; both of its fins were trembling incessantly.
She made a solemn vow in her heart: she would definitely tell Jiang Xianwan that he had given her things to someone else, leaving her with nothing but her underwear!
Yun Weize once again glanced at Di Yin with difficulty, looking away from Jiang Xingxing.
That Spirit Ruins is a pseudo-immortal-level spiritual artifact, where time moves more than three times slower than in the outside world.
Jiang Xingxing watched the faint glimmer of light dancing on his fingertips, then turned to look at Feng Huixue.
Feng Huixue lowered her eyes, suppressing the complex emotions within them. After a moment, she said, "Take it."
He knew that Jiang Xianwan had given Di Yin a handkerchief. Naturally, it was he who brought it up first, and the matter was decided after discussing it with Jiang Xianwan.
If Di Yin can recognize it himself, then he can be considered to have barely passed the first test.
If you don't recognize him... then you will have absolutely no further connection with Jiang Xingxing.
Seeing his completely broken reaction, Feng Huixue felt a mix of emotions.
He was furious that Jiang Xianwan had left alone like that.
Yet I can't help but keep thinking about it.
Although Jiang Xingxing was young and never asked about this matter, he knew in his heart that his father was not a fox.
Feng Huixue ultimately did not want to prevent Jiang Xingxing from recognizing him because of her own selfish desires.
Despite feeling both bitter and sour, he strangely exhaled a breath at that moment.
Di Yin wasn't entirely a terrible person, at least.
That's good now.
Di Yin recognized him.
He hasn't even gotten a formal title yet, and Di Yin is already shamelessly trying to steal his wife away.
Jiang Xingxing took a step forward and quietly sized up the strange man in front of her again.
Di Yin was also carefully observing him.
The two, one large and one small, met silently, their eyes reflecting each other's features. Di Yin looked into those glassy eyes, trying to blink away the moisture in his own, his fingers trembling as he sent that ray of light into his brow.
"Thank you, Northern Emperor."
Jiang Xingxing wondered why the person in front of her was sad, but knew she couldn't be impolite and ask too many questions.
He hesitated, raising his little hand as if to wipe away his tears, but then felt it was inappropriate.
After bowing, he took a step, climbed onto the seat, and took the flower dew that Hua Buxiu had added with both hands.
Feng Huixue reached out to steady him, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart, but also began to gloat.
So what if we were together? He's still just an unknown, nobody.
He laughed wildly three times in his heart.
He kissed Jiang Xianwan and left his mark!
Xingxing is also his son, the closest to him, and he calls him Daddy!
I acknowledge it every single night!
Di Yin should be made to suffer as much as possible, preferably to cry himself to death!
He estimates that he would have to sit up in bed crying every night and slap himself twice.
Feng Huixue looked at the person opposite her, who was tearful, broken, and forced to restrain himself. She felt a surge of pride and sat very casually, glancing down from time to time.
Jiang Xingxing glanced at the dragon carp that was secretly watching him, and as he looked down, he made a point of reaching out to feed Feng Huixue the bottle of spiritual milk.
"Father, could you please stop moving around?"
"Okay, give me one xiaolongbao."
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