The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1886 It's Not Your Daddy, Don't Call It

Daddy's heart melted when he heard the milky little milk voice.

The man frowned slightly.

Seeing that there was no response from the other side, the little milk baby walked over with her short fleshy legs, hugged her long legs, and said coquettishly, "Daddy~"

"You are daddy~"

A sound of daddy is sweeter than a sound of calling.

The colorless divine power in the man's palm visibly stagnated, and the little milk baby put his arms around his legs and pouted, "Daddy, you've come."

"There was a scoundrel Qihoo me just now!"

"But I was scared away by the baby."

There was no reply from the voice. Little Naitanzi raised his head and looked at the hot and tall Daddy, with big almond eyes full of innocence, "Daddy~"

Facing the gaze of the little milk baby, the man's brows frowned even tighter, as if it was because of the sound of daddy.

"I'm not your father."

"You are!"

The little milk boy immediately became unhappy, "You are my father!"

"The first dad I saw!"

The little milkman stared at her almond-shaped eyes, puffed up and vowed.

The man's phoenix eyes were dark, and he looked at the... demon god in front of him?
A demon god is a demon god, a juvenile demon god who has not yet grown up.

Because the group of people attacked just now, and realized that his attack hadn't grown yet and came out out of danger.

When I opened my eyes and saw him for the first time, I regarded him as my father.

"Daddy~ Baby is so hungry, hungry."

She hugged her thigh with one hand, rubbed her belly with the other, and then stared at her with a pair of almond eyes.

Eyes full of words, Daddy, I want to eat!
No response was received, the three-year-old little devil pouted, sat down with his arms around his thighs, "Wow!"

"Bad Daddy!"

"The baby is hungry! The bad daddy won't feed the baby!"

"Daddy is a bad daddy!"

The snot and tears flowed from the crying little milk ball, and she hugged her thigh and rubbed it up.

The man looked at the dazed Demon God sitting on the ground with his arms around his thighs and crying because of his hunger.

The demon god who slaughtered the common people and destroyed the world fell into confusion for half a second.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy! The baby is hungry!"

The little milk dumpling sat on the ground and made a fuss, and the man who had always been quiet had an ugly expression on his face.

The demon god is a demon god, but a demon god who was forced to be born because he couldn't eat, and cried a lot of snot and tears.

However, it is still a demon god.

The hesitation in the man Ruifeng's eyes disappeared instantly, and the colorless divine power condensed in his palm.

After crying for a long time without getting a response, the little milk ball twitched and raised her eyes, her big watery eyes were red and red from crying, so pitiful.

"Daddy, don't be angry, the baby is not hungry anymore."

"I'm not hungry anymore."

The three-year-old Xiaotuanzi hurriedly stood up, as if I was not hungry and Daddy was not angry anymore.

Seeing this, the colorless divine power in the man's palm stopped for another moment.

Looking at the weak and pitiful demon god, the colorless divine power in the small eyes of Shangshang Bala slowly dissipated.

The demon god has not yet grown up, and is still a child now.

Just like a piece of white paper, if it is trained and managed, it will not become a demon.

He will not become a demon god who slaughters the common people.

Although it is a demon god, it is also conceived by heaven and earth, and it can be regarded as a life.

"hungry?"

Daddy finally responded, and Xiaonaituanzi immediately nodded, halfway through the movement, thinking that Daddy was upset just now, he immediately shook his head, "Baby is not hungry."

He said he was not hungry, but his short, fleshy hands kept hugging his belly.

"I can take you to eat, but you have to listen to me in the future."

"Okay! Listen to Daddy!" Xiao Naituan happily replied with her hands raised.

"It's not your father, don't call me."

The man rejected the address with a sullen face, and the little milk boy pouted and muttered, "You are my father!"

(End of this chapter)