Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Counterattack, Male God Don't Run

Chapter 861 Poison Doctor Ninth Miss, Feng Ni Nine Heavens

Hei Yan also knew that the little fat man was the heir of Nangong Yin, the future demon god of the demon clan. He looked at the soft and cute little one, and chuckled softly: "The little fat man is so good, it makes people like it just by looking at it."

Hearing the familiar footsteps, the little fat man immediately raised his head, and saw the mother he was thinking of at a glance. His exquisite bun face burst into a happy smile, revealing two small pear sockets, arched his little buttocks and stood up. Come and run to Ye Sheng.

"Mother~"

The little fat man's milk voice was extraordinarily heart-warming, making Ye Sheng's cold eyes warm to water.

"Mother!"

The little fat man threw himself in front of Ye Sheng, hugged her thigh, and acted like a baby with his chubby face, "I... I woke up and didn't see mother..."

Ye Sheng picked up the little fat man, kissed him on the cheek, and said with a smile: "Mother has gone out to do some errands, and I brought you something delicious."

The little fat man is an out-and-out foodie, Ye Sheng would bring back some delicious food every time he went out, and the little fat man's resentment would immediately disappear.

Sure enough, the little fat man stopped curling his mouth, looked at Ye Sheng with bright eyes, and even imprinted a watermark on her face flatteringly.

The mother and son had been making out for a while, and the most frequent question from the little fat man was where was his father, and Ye Sheng didn't hide his son's words, telling him that his father had gone to the shrine and would be back in a few days.

Nangong Yin came back the next day, his imposing manner remained undiminished, his stern face was extremely handsome, and his tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching. As soon as he came back, he went to Ye Sheng's room, and sat on the bed with her in his arms.

Ye Sheng was also very happy to see that Nangong Yin had returned safely. She checked Nangong Yin up and down to see that he was indeed not injured, and hurriedly asked how the situation was.

"Do you know Tianlin from the protoss?"

Hearing what his little wife said, Nangong Yin raised his brows and said with a chuckle, "The great general of the Protoss? He is a trump card in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven."

Nangong Yin had a strange expression as he spoke, with a hint of interest on his face, and the overall look was a bit evil.

"Have you seen Tianlin?"

Ye Sheng nodded, and told her about the auction. She knew too little about the high-level affairs of various ethnic groups, so she always felt a little uncomfortable, so she wanted Nangong Yin to tell her about the situation of each ethnic group.

"Tianlin said that after two days, the Emperor of Heaven will set up a trap in the entire central city, the purpose is to catch the demon cultivator and catch the turtle in one urn... Also, the new patriarch of the ghost clan seems to be going to attack the elders. In short, there are deep internal conflicts .”

Nangong Yin watched his little wife chatting curiously, and his heart softened. He had waited for this day for thousands of years, and now seeing his lover alive and kicking, he felt extremely satisfied.

"I also heard this news when I went deep into the interior of the shrine. The Emperor of Heaven really planned to set up a trap in the central city, but not three days later, but tonight."

"Ghost Mochou is a person full of ambitions. He will not allow himself to be manipulated by others, even if it is the elders who have existed for tens of thousands of years. Besides...he thinks he has high ability and strength, so he may not be willing to cooperate with the gods... ..."

Seeing that his little wife listened with gusto, Nangong Yin was also willing to tell her these things, so he talked about the power distribution of Jiuchongtian, focusing on the secrets of the high-level people of various ethnic groups.

Although he is confident that he can protect the little wife, but the little wife is obviously not a dodder flower hiding behind him, her ability is not inferior to the king of any race, whether in the past or now...

(End of this chapter)