Regardless of Su Xiaoyue's random thoughts, Jing Wuming went downstairs alone and found Jing Chusu writing and painting on the table. He walked over and smiled and said, "Chu Su, what are you writing?"

Jing Chusu smiled and said, "Dad, why are you coming out? I am writing a playful poem just now."

"Oh?" Jing Wuming's eyes lit up. When he walked over, he found paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table. A pair of calligraphy and paintings appeared on the paper. A cold plum blossom was blooming quietly. A small poem was written next to him, which was the one written by Jing Chusu sitting alone in front of the door.

"Youran Xiang Xuemei, Han Ruoqing Wuhua? Not bad, quite talented." Jing Wuming praised, "It would be great if you can practice so seriously, and I can feel more at ease."

Jing Chusu pursed his mouth and snorted: "What's the point of cultivation? No matter how high the cultivation level is, it doesn't matter if the family can't be reunited. I would rather be just a little monk in the foundation-building stage forever than miss you, dad."

"Silly girl!" Jing Wuming sighed, "The strong people in the cultivation world are respected. Without strength, how can they survive?"

"Dad protects me! Do I know that you have broken through to the God Transformation Stage. With you protecting me, what else am I afraid of?"

"Everything in this world is changing rapidly, and the God Transformation Stage is not invincible? Maybe one day—" Jing Wuming paused and said, "Besides, Daddy cannot protect you forever! When you grow up, you will have to leave Daddy and live alone. How can you do it without strength?"

Jing Chusu frowned slightly and said, "I won't leave! I want to drive me away, but there is no door."

"As sooner or later, Daddy will leave you. Either ascend or sit and transform. At that time, if you still have the current level of cultivation and encounter a monster, don't regret it if you are eaten." Jing Wuming scared half-true and half-false.

Jing Chusu sneered: "That can only be said that I am not lucky and deserve to die soon!"

"You--" Jing Wuming was startled by her expression, and then sighed in his heart: "It seems that he is dissatisfied with me not being by my side for a long time! Forget it, anyway, I have nothing to do as an elder, so I will come back and spend some time with her and let her practice more. After the Living Dead has successfully refined it, I will just treat her as a doll. Unfortunately, the Living Dead has no soul and is not fun."

Thinking of this, Jing Wuming just nodded and said, "Dad has something to do, go out first. Come back tomorrow, okay?"

"I knew you wanted to say that." Jing Chusu turned his face aside, "That's not just you! You are the father, how can I care whether you leave?"

"This child—" Jing Wuming was so amused that he stopped staying and went out to flew away.

"Hmph!" Jing Chusu lit the drawing with his pen and suddenly slapped his head, "That kid! Why didn't dad save him and ran away?" He hurriedly ran upstairs, looking at Jiang Qingyang who was lying on the chair and tilting his head.

After hesitating for a moment, Jing Chusu walked slowly over and supported his head, wanting to see what he looked like.

"Ah! It's so ugly!" Jing Chusu pointed at Jiang Qingyang and covered his entire purple mark, and couldn't help but scream.

Su Xiaoyue walked over from behind the screen and hurriedly said, "Don't touch him!"

"Why?" Jing Chusu said in confusion, "Didn't Dad say he wants to save him? Why--"

"Whatever you can save or not is already dead." Su Xiaoyue was in a bad mood and was too lazy to explain, "Don't touch him, otherwise I won't forgive you!"

"I'm dead?" Jing Chusu was shocked, "This is the first time I've seen a dead person! Oh my God, I touched him just now-"

Jing Chusu quickly wiped his hands on the clothes a few times, and then felt that it was inappropriate, so he quickly wiped the clothes with his hands. Then he felt that it was inappropriate, and he was in a hurry, "I, I'll change my clothes!"
Chapter completed!