Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

Yes, we have a child.

Isn't it?

Damn it! I wouldn’t really let a witch give birth to a child, would I?

When Li Qingming heard the word "father" from the little girl's mouth, he immediately trembled and became a little unsteady.

He couldn't help but think of the last confrontation with Pei Zhinan.

It stands to reason that the effect of the secret spell will not last for less than the third day.

But on the third day, Pei Zhinan became even more crazy, leaving bloody scratches on his back and teeth marks all over his neck.

He also lifted the veil on Pei Zhinan's face and saw the face that most men in the world of cultivation were curious about. However, at that time, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and his memory of the past scenes was also fragmented. Looking back now, he couldn't help but wonder. So real.

I only remember that face, crying like pear blossoms with rain, and pink like a tide.

And a gibberish that he couldn't distinguish between true and false:

"Li Qingming, don't ever think about escaping in this life~"

But looking at the little man in front of him, there seemed to be that beautiful face that he couldn't describe in words... Moreover, Li Qingming also saw his own shadow.

This girl is five points similar to him.

Think again of that indescribable feeling of closeness.

He didn't run away, it was me and the witch.

Li Qingming fell into a state of extreme shock, or panic.

He couldn't get the enchantress Pei Zhinan to call him daddy, but he gave birth to a baby for her and called him daddy.

Not only did he drink it first, he also asked her to give birth to a baby and drink it together.

Li Qingming forced himself to calm down, looked at the girl's features in front of him, and asked, "You said I am your father?"

"Yes! You are my father, Li Qingming!"

"You know my name?"

The little girl tilted her little head, as if she was wondering why Li Qingming asked like this: "I am my father's daughter, so naturally I want to know my father's name?"

Li Qingming was silent. He just couldn't figure out why Pei Zhinan said his name to the child and how he would describe him when he mentioned it.

But he didn't have time to meditate now. The little girl couldn't hold back the smile on her face and shook Li Qingming's arm, "Daddy, daddy, ask me quickly~"

"Ask, what are you asking for?" Li Qingming really has no experience in raising children. He only taught Jiang Yunqing, a little girl, for a period of time more than ten years ago.

"Ask me my name!"

"You, what did your mother name you?"

"Pei Zhulu! The pig is..." the little girl said excitedly, but she got stuck mid-sentence, "The pig is, the pig is... The road is, the road is . . . ”

For a moment she couldn't remember the origin of her name, and her little face suddenly drooped and wilted.

"Zhulu in the world?" Li Qingming said he guessed, because he was a bit young, and his daughter spoke in a baby-like voice, so some words were confusing to her and she couldn't distinguish the pronunciation patterns.

"Yes, yes! It's this pig road!" Pei Zhulu admired sincerely, "Dad is so smart."

"Pei Zhulu."

Li Qingming thought silently in his heart, and became a little more convinced. He gave his daughter his own surname and a very impressive name. It was undoubtedly the style of that witch.

Whether it was the short memory of the twenty years before his awakening in this life, or his fall from a high-ranking candidate for the Holy Son to a mortal with no chance to practice, his state of mind was not as turbulent as it was now.

Suddenly, such a little person who inherited half of his bloodline appeared. Li Qingming's mood was extremely complicated and he was extremely worried: "Then, can I call you Xiaolu?"

"Ang," Pei Zhulu nodded and raised his little fingers again: "Dad, you can also call me Xiao Pei, Xiaozhu, Zhuzhu, Lulu..."

Pei Zhulu spoke one by one, starting from his name to his favorite food, and then he ran into Li Qingming's arms, causing his chest to feel tight and almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn't imagine what kind of talents his and Pei Zhinan's cub could have. Now that he was just a little boy, the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

If he hadn't strengthened his body through hard work in the past few years, this collision would probably have killed him.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" Li Qingming held her in his arms and walked into the courtyard.

"I like?"

"You like it."

Li Qingming accepted reality quickly and accepted it quickly. Now that he has a daughter, he should also be like a father.

And Pei Zhulu's immediate answer made his heart soften again, feeling a little sour for no reason.

"I don't have anything I like," she said, rubbing her little head in Li Qingming's arms again, "As long as you are daddy, I like him no matter what you call him."

The monks in the metropolis were ruthless, but Li Qingming just preferred the fireworks of this world, otherwise he would not settle in a crowded city.

After changing Pei Zhulu into clean clothes, Li Qingming asked the housekeeper to go to his restaurant to call some chefs and prepare a table of delicacies for her. The little girl never stopped eating.

The cooking skills in his past life memories made several restaurants under his name famous in the spiritual world.

After eating, drinking, and playing, Li Qingming finally put him to sleep, and then returned to his study with a sullen face.

"Pei Zhinan, come out."

After speaking for a while, no second figure appeared in the study.

Li Qingming took a breath and said with a slightly impatient expression: "The whole room is covered with your body fragrance, why are you playing hide and seek with me?"

"Hiccup~"

A chuckle rang in Li Qingming's ears, easily creating ripples in his heart.

"Li Qingming, are you really in love with me and still thinking about me?"

Along with these still frivolous and charming words, the red gauze appeared on the desk again, and the snow-white skin was looming.

It's still the veil that makes it hard to see the face, it's still the incomparably graceful figure, it's still the cold yet bright phoenix eyes, every frown and cluster is full of enchantment and enchantment.

In more than two years, a lot of things have happened to Li Qingming, and there have been many changes, and he was in front of Pei Zhinan.

It has also become more vulnerable.

"Just thirsty."

At the same time, his mouth became tougher, and he spoke provocatively.

The study room suddenly became depressing, as if a violent storm was brewing.

How could Pei Zhinan not know what Li Qingming's words meant? He even felt some faint pain in his chest.

But she just stared at the man in front of her with a smile, who had left her with a lifetime of humiliating memories, and the teasing in her eyes became more intense: "The once arrogant Li Qingming, now he only has one mouth left and he is still tough, right?"

"Ha," Li Qingming sneered, "It's not like you don't know if there are others."

One sentence suddenly made the surrounding atmosphere as cold as a cold pool.

After a long while, Pei Zhinan asked in a calm tone, "Li Qingming, do you know why Zhulu's surname is Pei and not Li?"

Li Qingming didn't say anything, he was curious about this question.

"because,"

Pei Zhinan asked and answered his own questions, and his tone suddenly became darker: "You, Li Qingming, will be suppressed by me for the rest of your life!"

Li Qingming dismissed this and even wanted to respond with a sneer.

But as soon as the bell rang, Li Qingming saw the red gauze enchantress sitting on his thousand-year-old golden nanmu table, raising her slender and dazzling white jiao.

Pei Zhinan smiled brightly, but his words were overbearing and could not be questioned or rejected.

"Li Qingming, kiss it!"