How could Di Qianmo not notice his childish behavior, which was exactly the same as his mother's.

With this alone, Di Qianmo's original anger was reduced by most of it.

This is...his and Ahri's child.

However, he frowned slightly and said seriously: "Di Qingcheng, don't try to do bad things under your father's nose. Just stand still."

Rouwanzi raised his eyes and looked at his majestic father for a moment. He blinked, then blinked again, and suddenly he rushed towards him with his cheerful short legs.

He ran into Di Qianmo's arms, then grabbed his robe and crawled towards him.

Di Qianmo: "...".

This scoundrel is just like his mother.

Even though Di Qianmo was full of anger, he couldn't express it at him after what he did. For this reason, Di Qianmo felt very helpless.

There is simply nothing that can be done to the two of them.

Carrying it on his lap, Rouwanzi felt that he didn't like this sitting position, so he turned around to face him. After that, he hugged his waist and buried his little head completely in his arms. After a while, he could breathe evenly.

Voice.

Di Qianmo: "...".

Forget it, wait until he grows up a bit, after all, it's only two months old, and the other little milk dragons won't be able to transform into their original shapes at this time.

Generally speaking, Di Qianmo was a strict father and had nothing to do with being soft-hearted or kind, but when he met someone related to Yan Beibei, there would always be surprises.

He carried the meatballs and walked back to the dormitory. The meatballs lay on his shoulders and slept soundly, making all the little fairies envious all the way back.

Why is it that Emperor Zun can even hold a child in such a neat and beautiful manner?

Lu Sansan ran over and happened to meet him, "Master, His Highness Bai of the Fox Clan and Miss Miaomiao want to see you."

The sound was a bit loud, and Rouwanzi seemed to be woken up by him. Di Qianmo patted his back and fell asleep peacefully again.

Lu Sansan stretched out his hand, "Why don't you give the young master to your disciples to hold?".

Di Qianmo frowned, ducked slightly, and said calmly: "No need, you go and take the person to the main hall."

Lu Sansan should be.

Thinking that Master was going to put the meatballs back to sleep in the temple himself, Lu Sansan happily brought Bai Yiran and Bai Miaomiao to the main hall to wait.

Therefore, Lu Sansan was a little confused when he saw his master coming over a while later with meatballs still hanging on his body.

Since when did Master Master like holding that meatball so much?

When Bai Miaomiao saw her, she rushed forward and said, "Emperor, give me a hug for Qingcheng."

Di Qianmo said calmly, "Just wait until he wakes up.".

Bai Miaomiao: "Uh...".

Fell asleep?

Then why not put it on the bed?

Di Qianmo spread Rouwanzi's legs and straddled his lap. He held him in his arms and sat down. Rouwanzi's chubby little hands were always holding his clothes. Di Qianmo smoothed his son's hair and looked up at Zhuo Zhuo, who was looking at his son.

The same goes for Bai.

The intimacy in the picture means showing off success to the losers.

Bai Yiran's mouth curved up nicely, "Qingcheng and Ah Li look very similar."

Di Qianmo raised his eyebrows, "Really? Other immortal officials said that he is more similar to me."

When Miao Miao saw the fight, her lips twitched slightly. She had better go find Ah Li to play, lest the smoke of the Cold War spread to her side later.
Chapter completed!