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After receiving seven orders from the emperor, Night Nine's Enchantress brought her family along, driving the carriage back to the capital. The messenger that followed them all broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that the emperor would blame him for being too inefficient. When that happened, Long Yan would be so angry that she would send him to Yan's Manor to travel for life. His head was hanging at his waist, but he didn't dare to complain or provoke Night Nine. In any case, he was still a prince, so when he turned around and refused to return to the capital, his head would fall off even faster. With an old face that looked constipated, the little fish who was a doctor's parent began to consider whether or not to serve a waiter a few servings of beans.

The closer they got to the capital, the more worried Xiaoyu became. Everyone knew about the blood and gore in the royal family. They never wanted to return to the capital where they had planned to haunt the capital with Little Jiu. The Emperor's sudden decree had disturbed everything, and it had caught her off guard.

Little Fishy looked at the child in her arms, who refused to sleep and play around, and angrily glared at him. She pinched his small nose and viciously said, "Smelly brat, you know a thing or two about royal matters. If you put your father in danger, don't blame me for annihilating our family. "

"Hmph, there is a demon that has no humanity in the opposite sex. Thousand Creations, don't tell others that you're my mother. Who would believe that? " A mother who sees her son as air doesn't matter. " He had gotten used to talking to Little Fishy because he wanted to respect her as his mother. However, her harsh words forced him to say something. Little Nezha looked down on Little Fishy and pouted angrily.

"NO, NO, NO!" Being taunted by her son, Xiaoyu was not angry. She waved her index finger at little Nezha and smiled strangely, correcting him for the wrong words one word at a time, "Kid, I have a husband and no son, so I should be gentle with you. You naturally can't compare to your father in my mother's heart."

Was there such a heartless mother in the world? His son was still just a baby, yet he was still spouting vicious words at others. Little Nezha rolled his eyes. He really wanted to grow up quickly so that he wouldn't die from the anger of this woman who was referred to as her mother.

"Little Yu, he's still a child. Don't provoke him too much." Night Nine put on a serious face.

Ah, Daddy is still the best!

The little Nezha suddenly beamed with joy, tears fell from his eyes as he struggled to turn his head to look at Ninefire, reaching out his hand to give her a big hug as a reward for speaking up for him.

But before he could straighten his little hands, he saw his father blushing bashfully and shamelessly. "The words of the husband and wife should be left on the bed, don't teach the child any harm."

Your sister! He was also a good-looking guy who had a bunch of girlfriends. He had never heard of anything like that before. Bad? Did he really need to teach him that?

Nezha wiped away his tears, sighing at the waste. Looking at his father, who was fuming with anger due to his mother, he said in a ruthless tone, "Prince, please have some backbone, otherwise you will respond to anything my mother says. Is there a point to it?" So boring, so boring. If I want to run away from home, then just pretend that I never happened to you two! "

"Running away from home? "Hum, hum, hum …" Little Fishy was amused, smiling sinisterly, "You think you can run away with your little arms and legs? I suggest that you remember to take a cow with you before you leave, don't starve yourself to death. You can rest assured that there is no melamine here and you will definitely not be eaten into a big-headed doll. "

Judging from this devious smile, he knew that she looked down on others. Although Nezha was unwilling to accept this, he had no choice but to give up on the idea of running away from home. His mother was right, he was still a child who relied on drinking milk to survive. Run away your sister, he wanted to drink breast milk to increase his immunity, otherwise, who knew what kind of sickness he would suffer?

Nezha's arrogance had died down on the matter of drinking milk. Seeing him droop his head in silence, Little Fishy's heart was filled with the pride and joy of a victorious battle. She laughed a few times arrogantly.

"Xiaoyu, stop bullying little Nezha." Night Nine finally picked up the conscience of a father, stopping the little fish from giving a blow to the soul of the laughter.

"Alright, for the sake of your father, Little Jiu Jiu, I will let you off." "If you dare to mention running away from home again in the future, see if I don't throw you into a beggar's nest to experience your life." Little Fishy stopped smiling, and used her index finger to lightly scratch Little Nezha's nose. Actually, she liked to see this brat's defeated appearance. She truly felt sorry for him and enjoyed the joy of being a mother. If only this brat had been a little more obedient, she would have been able to practice singing the lullaby with her throat.

Outside the carriage, when they heard the laughter coming from inside, a hint of warmth could be seen on Fifteen's ice-cold face. A faint smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth. Xiao Hong, who was standing beside her, lost her usual barbaric air and smiled happily in the pleasant conversation between Jiu Mei and Little Fishy's family.

"Fifteen, we want a child too!" Xiao Hong raised its head with a red face and focused on looking at Fifteen. Fifteen's face was cold and his heart was warm. His cold face made it difficult for others to guess his joy, anger, and sorrow. She had been married for a long time, so she wanted to understand him better and change his mood. Perhaps with a child, his face would no longer be so cold.

"When your prince and princess settle down …"

"Yes, I'll do as you say." As expected, it was still not enough. He could not let go of the burden on his shoulders. Little Red interrupts Fifteen's words and lowers her head in silence.

Little Fishy's warning came from the carriage after a while.

"Brat, you have to pretend to be sick when you return to the capital." In order to not fall into the royal family's hands, this was the only way. Xiaoyu looked at Night Nine with deep understanding. Little Jiu's broken leg was good for him as well. It wouldn't allow anyone to kill him for the sake of the throne.

"Sick, you want a milky-drinking kid to pretend to be sick? Auntie, just because I have the mind of an adult doesn't mean I'm not a milk baby. "Look, these teeth aren't even grown yet." The little Nezha was driven mad by Fishy's unreasonable suggestion. His fat little hands pulled at his mouth, pointing at the pink-bald toothed bed as he said indistinctly, "What are you acting like a chicken?"

Well, that's a problem! Fishy seriously considered the main point of Nezha's protest.

By her side, Night Nine understood what she was thinking. She clenched her fists and gently pulled mother and son into her arms, saying softly, "I will protect you and my child. I won't let anyone hurt even a hair on your mother and son."

Surprise told her not to waste time making little Nezha pretend to be sick. It was just that the little fish was too serious and didn't hear Night Nine's voice.

Suddenly, she laughed, and an interesting thought appeared in her mind. She couldn't stop herself from grinning. "Hehehe …"

The little Nezha was scared stiff by Fishy's laughter. He had a bad feeling, his fat little hands crossed in front of his chest in a defensive posture, as he stared at her while trembling and asked, "You …" What are you trying to do? "

"Stinking brat …" "Hee hee …"

Xiaoyu's creepy laughter almost made little Nezha crazy. Tears welled in her eyes, "Mom, my mother, what are you going to say? Stop using your eyes to look at me like I'm a chicken leg, I can't stand injuries!"

"Straightforward, since you've already spoken, I won't go on any further." Xiaoyu was so excited, she almost patted Nezha on the shoulder without any pride, and praised him for his courage.

"Can you stop talking?" The little Nezha hesitated, he always felt that if he was tricked by this woman called Mother, the consequences would be very serious.

"No, you have to take the job of pretending to be sick, for the sake of your life. You don't want to be a fart the moment you come to this world! " Xiaoyu refused Nezha's sudden change of heart and said firmly, "I wanted to make you get smallpox (commonly known as chickenpox) …"

"What?" "Smallpox?" Ah, she really wanted to kill him. Although he did not know that there was no vaccine in this backward antique era, a common smallpox in the modern world might just cause him to lose his life. The little Nezha suddenly went berserk, his chubby little hands trying his best to stretch upwards, wanting to get the first move to strangle this enchanter.

"Brat, you have to make an egg, an egg. When I hear mother finish speaking. " Little Fishy was wondering if giving birth to this kid was a mistake. He had already learned how to kill his mother before he grew up, and he would grow up to be a bald parachutist — lawless.

"Kid, don't force daddy to end his marriage!" Night Nine only felt pain for his wife, but he didn't, so he used a freezing laser to make little Nezha obediently withdraw his hand.

"You bullied five people, hmm!" I'm so pitiful. I was born with a father that didn't love my mother, so I might as well die instead. "Wow …" The little one burst into tears.

Little Yu and Night Nine were shocked by his words, looking at each other guiltily. Fishy waved her arms and coaxed the crying Nezha, saying with grievance, "Don't cry, mother hasn't finished speaking yet." Every single drop of the divine horse is like floating clouds. "

"Really?" Little Nezha pitifully asked as tears dripped from his eyes.

Xiaoyu nodded firmly and said calmly, "Mother feels that polio is better. Come, let me show you facial paralysis. The uglier, the better."

"Dear mother, can I poop?" The little Nezha was even calmer than her, and asked very seriously. Compared to polio, he might as well get smallpox. Even if he died, he still had a cute face.

"No way!" Little fish and Night Nine agreed in unison.

Why? Why did he have to live like a sickly child? Why did he have to have polio as well …

The little Nezha roared in his heart, then rolled his eyes and fainted.