As the hour of You arrived, Ye Ling had already yawned several times, and her tired look made her look particularly haggard.

But she wanted to stay for a while because she didn't know if she had the chance to visit Liyang City again?

Seeing that she was exhausted, but still felt unsatisfied, Ling Cheng picked her up without saying a word and approached the way home step by step.

In a moment, Ye Ling could no longer resist the sleepiness and fell asleep in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the person who was sleeping in his arms, with endless soreness in his heart. He slowed down, afraid that he would wake her up.

The road from Liyang to Zhishuijian is not far, but he traveled for nearly half an hour until the sun sets and darkness gradually hits, and he carried her back to the wooden house.

Everything in the house was as usual, the air revealed a dead silence, and the shallow breathing of the person in his arms seemed particularly pleasant.

He gently placed Ye Ling on the bed and slept peacefully, skillfully took off her embroidered shoes, and then reached out to take off the rattle in her palm and the children's clothes, then covered her with a thin quilt, and then he immediately passed a stream of spiritual power into her forehead.

Since the child is absorbing Ye Ling's spiritual power, he will send his own spiritual power to her, so that she will suffer less, and I just hope that this can really help her.

...

As the warm sun comes, the chirping of birds in the morning breaks the original silence and shows vitality.

Ling Cheng was working hard for Ye Ling all night. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he smiled silently, then withdrew his palm and fell tiredly beside Ye Ling.

With his eyes slightly closed, he saw that he was in the sea of ​​flowers on the top of Qilin Mountain.

A warm and soft touch came from his palm. Ling Cheng subconsciously stroked it carefully and felt two fleshy lotus arms holding his forehead, and a two-year-old boy on his shoulder was giggling.

Ye Ling stood not far away and smiled at him and waved: "Honey, come here!"

Ling Cheng stroked the child's waist with both hands and put him off his shoulders.

The child raised his innocent little face, grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand, pointed at Ye Ling's direction with the other hand, and opened his mouth and shouted: "Dad, chase, chase, mother!"

Only then did Ling Cheng realize that this was his child.

Seeing that Ye Ling had already run away with a smile, he immediately became happy and placed the child on his shoulder again, chasing Ye Ling's footsteps with extremely light steps.

Ye Ling trotted while smiling and looking back, constantly waved to him, "Honey, hurry up!"

There was an incomparable joy in the air, and it seemed that only Ye Ling and the children could hear the laughter of him. Ling Cheng followed them and smiled with a sunny face and was filled with excitement.

When he raised his eyes again, the smile on Ye Ling's face gradually disappeared, the child's arms in his palm quietly left, and the weight on his shoulder suddenly decreased.

Before he could react, the child had turned into a ball of fiery red light and shadow, flew towards Ye Ling with grinning.

Ye Ling stood there in shock, with the autumn water lingering in her eyes, but the corner of her mouth still smiling.

Seeing that the Hongying was about to approach Ye Ling, Ling Cheng suddenly became crazy, pulled out Zhuxie and rushed over, slashing down at Hongying with a sword.

The red shadow immediately split into two, and after a moment, he merged into one. On his ferocious face, he clenched his fangs, turned around and glared at Ling Cheng, and flew towards Ye Ling again.

Ling Cheng flipped around the air, then stopped Ye Ling, pointed his sword at the Hongying, and looked at each other with glaring eyes.

The red shadow hesitated for a moment and then turned into a child again. He was wearing red clothes, with tears hanging on his white and tender face, crying, "Mother,"

Ye Ling

He immediately wanted to go over and hug him, but Ling Cheng grabbed him. He said, "No, he is a blood evil spirit!"

"No, no, he is our child!" Ye Ling cried and bent his hand, but her strength was too small and she couldn't break it.

The child kept crying, Ling Cheng looked unbearable. He began to suspect that he was confused. His tense nerves relaxed a little, and Ye Ling had already broken free from his palm.

She held the child in her arms and smiled happily on her face.

The child finally stopped crying, and his arms were already wrapped around Ye Ling's jade neck. He looked at Ling Cheng and suddenly smiled evilly.

Ling Cheng was panicked and saw that the child had already opened his mouth, his white teeth emitting a faint cold light. His two pointed fangs unscrupulously penetrated Ye Ling's neck, and blood kept pouring out, but he had no intention of stopping.

"No," Ling Cheng let out a compassionate cry, and then slapped the child's head with a palm.

As the child landed, Ye Ling slowly fell into his arms.

Her eyes closed slightly, and her breath was as bright as a slept, and blood kept gushing out from her neck, stinging all his nerves.

"Ling'er," he called, his voice with endless self-blame and regret.

As his eyes wandered, he stared at the child crying on the ground, with murderous intent in his eyes revealed.

"Don't, don't kill him, he is our child, don't...' Ye Ling closed her eyes weakly, and each grain of crystal clear from the corners of her eyes.

This time, she never opened her eyes again.

"No, Ling'er,"

Ling Cheng kept shaking his head, his brows frowned, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead kept slidding.

"My husband, what's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up!" Ye Ling held his hand and called softly.

When he opened his pupils in shock, he saw Ye Ling staring at him anxiously. Ling Cheng immediately jumped up from the bed, hugged her tightly, and called her name over and over again.

She gently stroked his messy hair, and a wave of warmth came from her shoulders, soaking her clothes.

She said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare. I'm here, I've been there all the time!"

The depressed mood lasted for a long time. Ling Cheng was reluctant to let go of Ye Ling for a long time. He always felt that the dream was like a foreshadowing, which made him restless and almost collapsed.

Seeing that he had been immersed in it, Ye Ling deliberately changed the topic, "My husband, I'm hungry!"

Ling Cheng then let go of her, kissed her lightly between her forehead, and then looked at her bulging abdomen, and the nightmare came to his mind again.

The big hand fell down and stayed on her lower abdomen.

At this time, the idea of ​​changing one's destiny had long been erased. His starry eyes were filled with a vicious light, and he condensed his spiritual power in his palm again, and wanted to get rid of the child.

Ye Ling grabbed his hand, and between his ten fingers, a jade arm had passed through his black hair and slid onto his neck. She kissed his forehead earnestly, and her cherry lips passed through his nose and fell onto his thin lips, sending all her love into his mouth.

And he is like a lamb who is slaughtered, neither catering nor resisting.

She closed her eyes, her jade hands slid down along his skin, and unscrupulously slid into his white clothes. With a light force, she pushed him down on the bed.

Just as Ye Ling reached out to untie his belt, he grabbed her hand and uttered four words in a cold voice: "Except for the children!"

Ye Ling trembled and pulled her hand away, and raised a bitter smile, "I'm so hungry! Can you go and cook?"

She didn't want to mention it, but Ling Cheng insisted on saying, "I added the bowl of lily lotus seeds and tremella soup yesterday.

‘Duanyang’, the master said that he is a blood evil spirit and will harm your life, so I can’t keep him!"

"I thought, after yesterday, you would change your mind!"

Ye Ling sniffed, resisted the urge to cry, stroked his bulging abdomen and said:

“From the moment he appeared in my body, his life was closely connected with me.

Whether he is a human or a demon, a demon or a blood evil spirit, he is my flesh and blood.

As long as I live in this world for a day, I will protect him and not let anyone hurt him, including you.

Unless I die!" She staggered out of bed and wanted to escape from him.

Ling Cheng immediately stood up and wrapped her in his arms, constantly apologizing.

He should have known that Ye Ling would not compromise, but he could not watch her lose her life.

Ye Ling did not resist, and she was not sure how long the rest of the road would be, so she cherished every day she was with him and did not want to be angry with him.

She turned slightly, stroked his frown brow with her jade fingers, and smiled again: "Okay! I know you are for my own good. Believe me, I will definitely be able to resist it. Look, am I fine now?"

She lowered her eyes and looked at the black hair like a waterfall on her chest. She secretly thanked that she had not turned white, but she didn't know that it was because of Ling Cheng's spiritual power that had been spent all night with her.

He nodded dullly and hugged her tightly.

After this, Ling Cheng completely gave up the idea of ​​getting rid of the child, just because the child is her life, and she is also her own life.

...

At that time, Ling Cheng was obsessed with the sheep's hair and was free to sway, and Ye Ling was still sitting beside him. Seeing that the golden house was gradually growing on his pen tip, the smile on his face deepened a little.

"Youranju, I have thought about it. This palace is called Youranju, I will nominate!" The brisk tone was filled with unquestionable orders.

As soon as Ling Cheng stopped moving, the sheep hair in his hand was taken away by Ye Ling.

She was obsessed with the sheep's hair, staring at the small palace and fell into deep thought. Where should this name fall? You can't write it on the roof, right?

Ling Cheng smiled without saying a word, and a stream of spiritual power was sent out at his fingertips, and he saw the golden house with dazzling golden light, which made people unable to look directly at it.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a plaque on the palace gate. The three gilded characters Youranju fell on the plaque in a regular manner.

And that golden light is the glow of the gold bricks.

Ye Ling knew that Ling Cheng had done this, and this landscape painting would eventually become his own destination.

But she was still a little panicked. If she died one day, she would never see Ling Cheng again.

She stared at the lush trees for a long time, but felt something was missing. A flash of inspiration in her mind and she curled her lips and smiled.

The sheep hair in my hand moved all the way to the edge of the lake. Before I could write, a drop of blood slid down here.

Ling Cheng hurriedly took off the sheep hair from her hand, abandoned it at will, and then began to cross the spiritual power for her.

Ye Ling lay in his arms, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, and her long eyelashes were crystal clear, but she was still smiling.

She said, don't be sad for the rest of the way, so she won't cry.

The bright red blood slid along her pale cheeks to her collarbone, hiding in the red clothes.

The spiritual power at the fingertips was constantly being sent out, but the blood was still flowing unscrupulously, and Ling Cheng's heart was also dripping with blood.

He thought that as long as he could pass the spiritual power for her every day, he could relieve her pain.

But he was still wrong after all. Spiritual power can be replenished, but what about the essence?
Chapter completed!