Yan Luo hugged Bai Ningbing tightly, inhaling the pleasant scent emanating from her.
"New ancient ruins have been discovered in the northern frontier; I want to go and see them."
Bai Ningbing shrank closer to Yan Luo's arms.
What's bothering you?
Yanluo nodded and explained the doubts to her.
Bai Ningbing was also bewildered.
"I don't know either."
Yan Luo patted Bai Ningbing's head.
"So I want to go and see, maybe I can find out the reason."
The fox demon sister slapped Yanluo's hand away.
"You have no manners."
Yan Luo snorted and drew the Chaos Sword.
"It seems that Sister Ningbing has rested well."
The thought of making embarrassing sounds immediately dampened Bai Ningbing's arrogance.
"Stop fooling around, everyone's asleep."
Yan Luo shook her head.
"I don't care, I can take Sister Ningbing somewhere else."
Bai Ningbing hugged Yanluo tightly and called out softly.
"My husband."
Yan Luo chuckled softly and kissed Bai Ningbing's rosy lips.
The fox demon sister perfectly learned Su Qing's method of begging for mercy, and it worked very well.
"Sister Ningbing is getting cuter and cuter."
Bai Ningbing's ears were red, and she could feel her face burning.
"Stop being silly, go to sleep."
Yan Luo smiled and held Bai Ningbing as they drifted off to sleep.
In a dream.
He remained in the boundless darkness as always.
Even though it was shrouded in darkness, a red light, like a fiery maple leaf, still illuminated Yanluo's path from the center of the darkness.
That was Shao Shenyun's power, a symbol of how she had always protected Yanluo from the erosion of chaos.
Yan Luo sat on the ground in the red light.
A red maple leaf drifted by from somewhere, and Yanluo reached out and caught it.
He sensed Shao Shenyun's presence, but he could not meet her.
Meanwhile, in Tu Yier's dream.
Tu Yier was being held in Shao Shenyun's arms, the large robes covering both of them.
Shao Shenyun's red hair fell onto her robe, and her soft, bright red eyes gazed tenderly at the sleeping Tu Yier.
Tu Yier sleeps not only in reality, but also in her dreams.
Shao Shenyun stretched out her slender finger and poked Tu Yier's chubby little face with a gentle smile.
She sensed it; at this very moment, Yanluo was sitting in the same spot in different dreams.
This strange feeling stirred up an indescribable emotion within the heart of this ancient emperor.
At six o'clock in the morning, Bai Ningbing and Yan Luo woke up at the same time. After washing up, Yan Luo went to the backyard to accompany the little golden retriever to practice swordsmanship.
Although her cultivation level stagnated due to the season, Tu Keke's swordsmanship improved day by day, and each of her sword strikes faintly resembled Yan Luo's style.
She had already mastered both summer and autumn sword techniques to perfection.
The current sparring is no longer a one-sided beating for Tu Keke. Most of the time, she can catch Yan Luo's sword, unless Yan Luo attacks from a tricky angle, which can overwhelm her and cause her to lose.
The sword practice lasted for half an hour. Unlike before, the blonde girl didn't collapse from exhaustion, but she was still panting heavily.
My condition is much better than before.
He can be called a cocoa king who can stand alone.
If their cultivation level were higher, even if they were a level higher than Tu Keke, let alone at the same level, they probably wouldn't fare well against her.
Proficiency in swordsmanship and combat experience can be equivalent to a level one cultivation.
As usual, Yanluo used a clean towel to wipe the sweat from Tu Keke's forehead and face, tidied up the girl's stray hairs, and untied the hair tie to re-tie her hair.
Tu Keke tried her best to calm her breathing while simultaneously channeling the seasonal energy within her body to help her regulate her breathing more quickly.
Hero Tu Keke's famous sword has been gathering dust on the third floor. He usually uses a wooden sword for sparring. Yan Luo is sometimes afraid that he might not control his strength well. If the wooden sword breaks, it can be remade. But if the sword that Tu Keke likes so much breaks, he will probably be kicked out of the house.
Tu Keke handed the water bottle to Yan Luo, who took it and sat down on the lawn with the girl. Wooden swords were stacked on the ground next to them.
The end of autumn heralds the coming of winter. December is just around the corner, and new cold air is on its way.
Winter is coming.
Tu Keke breathed in the somewhat cold air.
Yanluo drank water while draping her sports jacket over Tu Keke.
"Soon, you will be able to obtain the [Winter] Qi, practice the sword techniques of winter, and your strength will reach a new level."
After hearing this, Tu Keke stood up, put her hands on her hips, and laughed loudly.
"King Cocoa is going to rule the world!!"
"I will make everyone submit to me!"
"Including you, my foolish old uncle."
Tu Keke turned around, pointing at Yan Luo. The sunlight shone on her, making her look so warm and energetic.
Yanluo stood up helplessly.
"Yes, yes, long live King Coco! Let's go, time for a bath. After that, we can have breakfast."
Tu Keke jumped, just like always, to become Yan Luo's backpack charm.
Yan Luo skillfully supported Tu Keke's legs.
At the breakfast table, apart from Su Qing, who was honest and still recovering her strength through sleep, everyone else was gathered around the table.
Yanlu fed the little one porridge and spoke to the girls.
"I'm going on a business trip to the northern frontier tomorrow, I don't know how many days it will last."
"You must behave well at home, don't be naughty, study hard, don't stay up late, and eat properly."
Just like Su Qing last night, Tu Luoxue's eyes were filled with reluctance, but she didn't say anything. This was Yanluo's work, and she should support her.
Tu Keke concealed the reluctance in her eyes and said with a grin.
"Uncle, remember to bring some local specialties from the north when you come back."
The three children are becoming increasingly dependent on Yanluo, with Tu Yier being the most dependent.
She reached out her small hand to grasp Yanluo's large hand, but she couldn't even hold it halfway.
"Uncle, the northern frontier is so far away, can you not go?"
Yan Luo was absolutely charmed by Tu Yi'er's pleading expression.
It's like an old father wanting to leave home, and his daughter begging him not to leave.
"Yi'er, be good. It's the same even though your uncle isn't home. Your aunt and sisters are here too."
"Your uncle promises you he will be back soon."
Tu Yier pouted, looking pitiful.
"Alright then, Uncle, you must come back soon. Yi'er, her sister, and her aunts are waiting for you to come back."
With tears welling up in Yanluo's eyes, he suddenly didn't want to go anymore.
What could be more important than his little baby?!
Absolutely not!!!
It seems we must complete this quickly; Yanluo can't bear to keep Tu Yier waiting too long.
After breakfast, Yanluo began writing for the next few days while she was away, remembering that she couldn't forget her dear readers.
Bai Ningbing sat next to Yan Luo, holding paper and pen, and was drawing something.
Yan Luo typed on the computer, pausing occasionally to glance at what Bai Ningbing was doing.
Bai Ningbing transformed the initially crooked lines into a gradually taking shape map, marked in great detail with the name of each region, the ethnic group residing there, and the leader of each region.
"Sister Ningbing, is this a map of the demon realm?"
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