Devil Emperor's Mad Wife: Supreme Soul Master

Chapter 268
"Well, Roubaozi is already a handsome little boy." Mu Qingfeng looked at this cute and delicate face with a smile, and said with a smile, "Is Roubaozi a man?"

The little guy raised his chest and raised his chin proudly: "Of course he is a man!"

Mu Qingfeng smiled, and raised his hand to swipe a ray of light on Roubaozi's finger, a drop of blood spilled out, which just fell on a seemingly ordinary ring.

With a flash of dazzling light, the ring was firmly attached to Dongfang Yi's left index finger. It was black and exquisite, and on the surface, it looked like a useless decoration.

Mu Qingfeng's movements were too fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already recognized the master with a drop of blood, so fast that Ziji and Dongfang Ling didn't even realize it.

Zi Ji froze for a moment: "Qingfeng, what is this?"

"Xian Xianxian——" Dongfang Ling was well-informed, but couldn't help but stuttered and lost his voice at this moment, staring at a pair of peach blossom eyes, and dropped the folding fan in his hand to the ground.

"This is the meeting gift that Suye and I prepared for Roubaozi." Mu Qingfeng stopped Dongfang Ling's words, looked around, then pinched Dongfang Yi's little nose, "Little guy, do you like it?"

Dongfang Yi nodded in a daze, sucked his little nose, and threw himself into Mu Qingfeng's arms with a wow: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I will hang out with you from now on!"

Zi Ji couldn't help but grabbed the little thing's ears again: "Stinky boy, I'm dead if you treat me as your old mother!"

Yun Suye couldn't bear it any longer, and kicked Dongfang Ling who was still in a daze: "Get your son away!"

He hasn't hugged his little breeze enough, and where is that brat rubbing against him!

The corners of Dongfang Ling's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly hugged his son: "Eat first, eat first, shopkeeper, it's time to serve."

At the dinner table, the four of them laughed and talked about the interesting things of these years while eating. Time passed quickly. After all, Dongfang Yi was only a five-year-old child, and he fell asleep on the soft couch after lunch.

Yun Suye finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair, squinted at Dongfang Ling: "This kid really deserves to be your son."

"That's it." Dongfang Ling took out a blanket and covered his son, "My son definitely has his father and me."

What responded to him was Ziji's invincible footstepping skills: "Yes, I really passed on your romanticism, right?"

Dongfang Ling gritted her teeth in pain: "My lady, I was wrong, I was wrong, can't it be okay..."

Zi Ji snorted coldly, then moved her feet mercifully, sat back down again, and said to Mu Qingfeng and Yun Suye: "Both father and son are in need."

Mu Qingfeng and Yun Suye laughed lightly, warm and relaxed.

Sincere love, warm friendship, and noisy atmosphere, how can you not be intoxicated by it.

The four of them sat face to face, feeling a little dazed. Five years later, it seemed like yesterday.

Dongfang Ling waved the folding fan, and his expression changed: "If I'm not mistaken, the meat buns you just sent were fairy artifacts, right?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded, and Yun Suye glanced at the meat bun who was sleeping soundly like a little angel, then raised an eyebrow at Dongfang Ling: "This is my Xiao Qingfeng's most proud masterpiece, Xiao Lingzi, what are you going to do?" Repay brother?"

"There's no need to return a gift for a meeting! Besides, it's not from you." Dongfang Ling cut, and looked at Mu Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, take care of your man."

Mu Qingfeng rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Dongfang, this holy sky is very interesting."

The corner of Dongfang Ling's mouth twitched: "The raccoon dog all the way, the raccoon dog all the way!"

Zi Ji chuckled, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Qingfeng, we really don't intend to leave this time."

Mu Qingfeng nodded and asked, "Where are you going?"

Having said that, Zi Ji put away her smile: "I'm going to the Puppet Guild."

Puppet guild?
Mu Qingfeng naturally knows that one of the five major guilds of Shengtian has a huge influence and a deep background, and has absorbed countless puppet masters from the mainland.

Yun Suye frowned slightly: "The puppet guild is a bit uneasy right now, if you go, be careful."

Dongfang Ling put away the folding fan, which made Young Master Yun care about the unrest, and the matter should be serious: "The vice president of the puppet guild is Jier's ancestor, and this time we also received news from him, so we just here."

"Huo Yuntian?" Yun Suye raised his eyebrows, "If it's that old man, you don't have to worry. But the president of the puppet guild, you should pay more attention."

"Yeah." Dongfang Ling nodded, and then brought a cynical smile, "This holy sky is more interesting than Canghuan."

Listening to Dongfang Ling's words, the other three laughed together. Whether it was Mu Qingfeng, Yun Suye, or Dongfang Ling and Ziji, the pride in their bones was the same. arouse their interest.

"Speaking of it." Mu Qingfeng stroked his chin, "Is the headquarters of the Puppet Guild in Yaoguang City?"

Yaoguang City is the city where the inter-provincial competition of the college hegemony contest is held, and there is only more than half a month left before the start of the regional competition of the college hegemony contest.

As for the Holy Light Academy, one of the three major academies of the Holy Heaven, even though they only made it to the quarter-finals each time, as the number one seed in the region, Shengguang does not need to participate in the regional competition.

That is to say, as long as Mu Qingfeng and the others obtain the qualifications of the official team members, they will directly do special training for the inter-provincial competition, and then go to Yaoguang City.

"Yes." Zi Ji smiled and took a sip of tea, "When will you go?"

"Go, I must go." Mu Qingfeng thought about the group of bad friends who are currently undergoing special training, and the smile in his eyes gradually deepened, "I will introduce my teammates to you later."

"Oh? How's everything going?" Ziji knew Mu Qingfeng's strength and talent, and she was still a little curious about the teammates she recognized.

"How is it..." Mu Qingfeng rubbed his nose, looked up at the sky, and was thinking about how to answer this somewhat esoteric question.

"Excellent." Dongfang Ling answered his wife's question without hesitation. Thinking of the match yesterday, he was also infected by that passion and wanted to find someone to have a good fight with!
Zi Ji nodded: "I have a chance later, we can learn from each other."

Excellence is a matter of course, Mu Qingfeng's eyes glowed with pride: "Ziji, how far have you practiced puppet art now?"

Zi Ji raised her right hand and flicked her five fingers, and saw the teapot on the table float up and pour tea automatically, and her red lips spat out a few words: "Puppet Grandmaster."

Mu Qingfeng gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Amazing."

Ziji was only 17 years old back then, and now five years later she is only 22 years old. The 22-year-old puppet master is also one of the best geniuses in the Holy Sky Continent. There are very few who reach above the level of masters.

(End of this chapter)