A banshee cultivator with a few charms in her figure stood there, wearing a plain green silk jacket and light yellow croaker-headed flat shoes, and was doting to greet the demon child. This was the demon mother who loved Shi Bao the most.

Although he is nearly thirty years old, the demon mother's face is still full of youth and full of spiritual energy.

The demon boy entered the room, and the breakfast on the table included stewed yam cakes, boiled scented cakes, and cooked coix soup. It was steaming hot and fragrant.

The demon cultivator had two meals a day, and had one meal in the morning and evening. The demon child swallowed a saliva with a smile and said loudly: "Mom, I have not finished my practice yet, so you asked me to have a meal."

The demon mother angrily glanced at him, touched the demon boy's head, and smiled and said, "Baoer, have you forgotten what day it was?"

Before the demon boy sat down, he hurriedly grabbed a piece of Polygonatum sweet cake on the table and stuffed it into his mouth and replied: "Mom, of course I know. I hope there will be one year today!"

The demon mother smiled and shouted, "Eat slowly, you'll be greedy. The tattoo artist I invited today is a master invited from the institution. You must be polite and don't be naughty."

The demon boy looked up at the demon mother and smiled and said, "Mom, you are so nagging. This is not the first time I have a tattoo."

Speaking of this, the demon boy thought that he was not good enough and wasted a lot of money at home. He also thought that the demon mother had suffered so much for him, and his heart was suddenly a little blocked, and tears almost burst out from his eyes.

The demon mother saw her son's expression suddenly turned from Qing to Yin, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, and got up and hugged the demon child in her arms: "Little Greedy, eat quickly, don't think about those useless things. Look, other demons have opened the demon pattern, and their expressions are flying on the surface, but there is still a little pity in my eyes. Which of the flowers, plants, trees and fruits they know is comparable to my treasure!"

Speaking of this, the beautiful face of the demon mother is like a blooming white lotus, her proud look beyond words.

Shi Bao is indeed successful. Under the teachings of the demon mother, his ability to identify trees, grass, flowers, fruits and fruits has made great progress. The wild grasses on the outer edge of Mingshi Mountain are laid blue, flowers and brocades, and thousands of strange flowers and plants can be said to be. Among the demon children of the same age in the clan, they are well-informed.

But Shi Bao was not satisfied with this small achievement. Without demon patterns, he had no status in the demon clan.

Hearing the words of the demon mother comforting, he shook his little head, continued to chew the sweet cakes in the demon mother's arms.

In the demon world, the dot-tattoo master is not a noble profession. Most of the Yuanhun realm dot-tattoo masters are, and fewer dot-tattoo masters are. However, they are often knowledgeable and can solve the difficulties of demon cultivators, and are deeply respected by ordinary demon cultivators.

This time, the old patriarch couldn't stand the trouble of the demon mother, and he moved all his relationships and invited the Yuanpo realm tattoo master from the famous Yincang Academy.

The flower villages like to live in the mountains, with cloud screens surrounding them locked, and the cold apes cried. After autumn, the west wind blows, and everything is refreshing. In order to keep the last bit of fragrance, all kinds of flowers compete to shine, and the fragrance of the mountains is full of fragrance.

In the center of the village, in the courtyard of the old patriarch's house, a wooden table is placed in the center, with hazelnuts, pine nuts, thorn nuts, and thorns. There are also fruits such as sweet and thin meat, thin skin, black bayberry with a fragrant and fragrant flavor, fresh longan with small cores and red sacs, cracked and broken skin, and other fruits.

At the head of the wooden table, a centenarian man sat with gray hair and a few strands of silver beard floating under his chin. His face was still rosy and his eyes were bright, and he did not look like an old or weak at all.

As the leader of the flower clan branch, Hua Ruo put a lot of effort into the pattern of Shi Bao this time. At this time, he looked at the invited distinguished guests with a respectful look.

On the wooden table, there was a tattoo artist about fifty or sixty years old. His fat body was like a mountain of meat, a brocade teacher covered his body with a wide robe. He held a white jade stick as thick as a thumb in his left hand. He looked compassionate and smiled frequently. He had no airs and talked to the old patriarch with an eloquent expression.

The demon mother led Shi Bao into the yard and saw many demon cultivators around. Everyone was silent and their faces were a little nervous. When they saw the demon mother and Shi Bao come in, they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. These demon cultivators clenched their fists hard and cheered Shi Bao together.

Seeing this formation, Shi Bao, who had experienced two failed tattoos, his heart jumped up involuntarily, and his body unconsciously hid behind the demon mother.

There were more demon cultivators watching outside the courtyard. They talked in a low voice: "Tsk tsk, I am really willing to spend money. I heard from the patriarch that this time I would spend another hundred yuan of low-grade Yuanshi. If my family was not allowed to spend so much money!"

"Oh, Sister Adi is so amazing. Without a man, you can rely on yourself. Raising a son is not easy. You have to spend so much money. It's so amazing! So touched!"

"I just like Abao, how brave it is. I tried twice in a row, and I don't know how much suffering I suffered! Well, Adi must be very distressed..."

In the yard, the demon mother stood firmly and saluted the old patriarch and the fat tattoo master: "Hello patriarch! Hello, sir!"

The demon mother gently pulled Shi Bao behind her to her, her eyes full of expectations. Shi Bao's expression was a little stiff, her face was red, and she shivered. She knelt down and saluted respectfully to the two adults.

The old patriarch coughed, cleared his throat, touched the silver beard under his chin, and introduced to the fat tattoo master: "Sir Dong'an, this child is the teacher's treasure, I'll beg you today!"

The fat tattoo artist's face was like a blooming chrysanthemum. He nodded slightly to the old patriarch, raised his left hand slightly, and a purple light suddenly lit up between his fingers, which became bigger and bigger, slowly covering Shi Bao's whole body.

The kneeling demon child was pulled up by an invisible hand and stood woodenly. Then, the purple light quickly gathered and turned into a thin line, like a small snake, with gentle movements and suddenly penetrated into the demon child's eyebrows.

The demon boy's body trembled slightly, and he groaned. After only five breaths, the purple light came out of the demon boy's eyebrows, and was gently waved by the fat tattoo artist and sucked into his body.

The demon mother was nervous. What was going on? This trickster was completely different from the previous tricksters, and it was too fast.

The demon mother looked at Shi Bao's eyebrows. Well, there was no change. By intuition, she failed again. Is it necessary to negotiate again?

The fat tattoo artist closed his smile, his expression was a little solemn, bowed to the old patriarch and said, "Captain, can you let me talk to this lady alone?"

The old patriarch was surprised and nodded, and ordered the demon mother to say, "Adie, please follow the lord into the house."

"Is this kid your biological child? Please tell me the truth." The fat tattoo artist just sat on the chair in the room and casually arranged soundproofing magic. He asked the demon mother who was standing not far away in front of him and looked uneasy.

"It's over, I've kept the secret for seven years. Is it going to show the world today?" The demon mother calmed down, took a breath, and finally spit out two words: "No."

"Do you know? This kid is not a demon clan, he is a human clan." Fat mouth announced another message that the demon was sensational.

The demon mother shook her body, and she burst into tears without realizing her face. She finally calmed down and shook her head and replied after a moment, "I don't know."

Seven years ago, the husband Shi Wuji, who was married to the demon mother, was still alive. At that time, the couple had been in marriage for five years, but they had never been able to have children.

One day, the couple went out to sell medicinal materials. On the way, they saw a team of human troupes attacked by monster thieves, so they hurriedly hid on the side and watched.
Chapter completed!