His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 817 The Baby Is Not Happy

In ten years, Baiyun Mountain has gone through the baptism of time and returned to its former heyday.

More and more disciples were recruited under the sect, and Baiyun Mountain became more and more powerful. Di Shiyan took over the position of the head of Baiyun Mountain, and was in charge of the entire Baiyun Mountain, big and small.

Ji Yun has also become a person with high prestige in Baiyun Mountain. He has the right to make decisions on matters that Di Shiyan does not manage, big or small.

He Anhua and Ling Yunxuan also became the big disciples of Baiyun Mountain, in charge of many new disciples, responsible for teaching and teaching.

An exquisite courtyard, hidden in the mountains, isolated on the peak.

There are bottomless cliffs all around, surrounded by clouds and mist, and bottomless.

When the sun rises, the entire courtyard is shrouded in sunlight, it is warm, and the wind blows past the ears, hitting the body, it is cool and refreshing.

On the edge of the cliff, there is a dilapidated iron chain bridge, which connects the Wuqing Palace on the other side, and in the middle is the sea of ​​clouds of the abyss, separating the distance between the two sides.

After Lan Xiyan tidied up the room, she slowly walked out of the room. The little panda followed her, flying around, her face full of satisfaction.

This is the small wooden house where she once came to learn art from a teacher. It was very dilapidated at that time. She cleaned up the house herself, and cleaned it inside and out before she could live in it.

Think about when she used to go to the Palace of Wuqing to pay her respects every day, she got up early and came back late, and when she crossed the chain bridge, her palms were still covered with bleeding blisters, and her hands hurt so badly that she was dying.At that time, she was still the carefree Lan Xiyan, an ordinary demon hunter.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Lan Xiyan stood in front of the small wooden house, looking at the chain bridge in front of her, her heart was filled with admiration, time passed, and ten years had passed.

And he has been away for ten years.

Seeing the little figure walking quickly on the chain bridge, Lan Xiyan smiled even more, her child, the only flesh and blood he left behind.

"Baby, come back quickly."

Looking at her son, Lan Xiyan called him to stop and recalled his thoughts.

The little guy was having a great time playing on the chain bridge. Hearing Lan Xiyan's call, he had to stop, turn around, and run towards Lan Xiyan.

With brisk steps, he landed on the ground after a while, standing in front of Lan Xiyan.

"Mother, I don't want to be called Baby, it's such a silly name!"

"And I'm seven years old, and everyone of you calls me baby, it sounds so awkward."

The little guy looked sad, looked at Lan Xiyan, and vented his dissatisfaction.

When can he change to a more domineering name, don't let the baby come every day, let the baby go, let him almost go crazy when he hears this name.

But his mother chose his name for him. Although he felt unhappy, he could only act like a baby to her occasionally, complaining about this disgusting name of Bala.

The little guy was already seven years old, he stood up to Lan Xiyan's waist, he was wearing a snow-white robe, he was a very handsome boy.

Black jade-like black hair is neatly bundled up, black hair is like a waterfall, snow-white skin, jet-black eyes like jade, a pair of eyes are watery, clear and transparent.

The eyelashes are thick and curled up, and the narrow and long Danfeng eyes, with one stroke of a stroke, already have a handsome and extraordinary outline.

She has a straight nose, pink lips, and two small dimples on her face.

Standing in front of Lan Xiyan, he opened his mouth unhappily, muttered, and kept complaining about the name of the baby in his heart.

Seeing her son so lively, Lan Xiyan was finally relieved, although he was not satisfied with her name, which made her feel a little helpless.

But the child is her baby, the treasure in her hands, no matter what his name is, it is her treasure.

(End of this chapter)