Through the crack in the door, Zuo looked into the room. Unfortunately, the light inside was dim. Apart from seeing the vague furniture and bed tents in the house, he could see nothing, let alone the table props and other things that Fang Qingzi put on when he was doing it.

"Yes, you have a way. Go back earlier. Now that I am old, some things may not be possible, but I will consider what you said carefully." Fang Qingzi was very happy when he got the Taomu Dark Sword and became kind to Zuo.

After hearing Fang Qingzi's words, Zuo knew that there was a chance for her, and he also gave up the idea of ​​peeping Fang Qingzi's secret at this time. He said happily: "Master, please think carefully. Xiaolan is not in a hurry. I will go back now. It's getting late, so Master, please rest soon!"

"Well", Fang Qingzi's heart is not still on Zuo at this moment. He gets the treasure in his hand. Thinking of the baby in the house is a god-given opportunity! A peerless baby, with this sword, it is impossible for him to not increase his magic power.

After Zuo left, Fang Qingzi closed the door and returned to the house, lit up the lights on the shelves placed against the walls in the house one by one. The originally dim and completely closed room suddenly lit up. The small flames on the wicks were like dancers, constantly dancing with charming dances, which was very charming.

Fang Qingzi stood in the middle of the room, spreading out the peach wood short sword in his hand, and could no longer control his joy, laughing out loud, "Hahaha, it seems, today is really a good day for me!"

As he laughed, a strong wind blew up in the house, and the lights in the house were blew up. After a lot of complacent, Fang Qingzi walked back to the bed in the house, lifted the bed tent, and took out the baby again.

After just a while, Fang Qingzi held the baby in his hand and could clearly feel his powerful heartbeat. He was surprised and thought that the child had come alive and knew that if he didn't do it again, he was afraid that when he could open his eyes, it would not be so easy for him to use him to practice the method again.

He eagerly placed the baby on the table in a corner of the house again. Fang Qingzi didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He took out the peach wood short sword that Zuo had just given him, and stabbed him hard at the position of his heart.[

The power of this sword was not as if it was to take the life of a baby. It was even more like killing a giant wolf. It was fierce and ferocious, with wind in its hands, and used all its strength to stab the baby in its chest.

With a sound, the sound of piercing the ** sound rang out in the house. Bright red blood sprayed the table and the ground.

But the peach wood short sword was not inserted into the baby's chest at this moment, but Fang Qingzi's chest.

Looking down at the blood that kept gushing out of his chest, even under this pain, Fang Qingzi failed to make the headache more clear and realize what was going on.

The sword was not the sword tip that pierced into Fang Qingzi's chest. It was the hilt of the sword he had just pinched in his hand.

Fang Qingzi looked at the baby lying on the table in disbelief. Seeing that he was just like before, he just lying quietly with his eyes closed, without opening his eyes, and there was no movement. But at this moment, the weak Fang Qingzi felt a great power emitted from the baby's body, and sent it to him with the sword in his chest. When he wanted to pull the sword out of his chest, the entire short sword had already penetrated into his chest.

He obviously wanted to drink the baby's blood. But now Fang Qingzi's heart was hurt, and blood kept flowing out from there, wetting her clothes. Within a moment, with the sound of "dong", the person was lying backwards on the ground and could no longer do evil.

Fang Qingzi harmed many babies in his life, but he never dreamed that he died in the end in his life at the hands of his favorite baby.

The most important thing that Fang Qingzi died was the baby he had taken with great difficulty. When he fell, he watched him suddenly disappear on the table and lost like a ghost.

Shan Mingyue lay on the bed for a whole day, and it was not until the next day that she truly woke up. The wound seemed to be no longer so painful. She opened her dry eyes and weakly supported the bed with her hands and slowly sat up.

Although Shan Mingyue fell asleep these two days, she was very conscious and knew that the child had been cut from her belly was gone, and she had not seen the child's appearance yet. She couldn't escape and solve the problem. She thought that she had to face it. If she wanted to blame, she could only blame her for her bad life. Otherwise, why did her life always be so bumpy, and she had not had a peaceful life since the day she was born.

It seemed that she was the only one in the room. She looked up and didn't see Long Qiye and Xiang Baihao's figures. Shan Mingyue could only rely on herself. She lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but suddenly she was caught by a small figure under the horn of her quilt.

For only a moment, Shan Mingyue's tears burst out from her eyes. She stretched out her hand in disbelief and touched the small body. The little baby, which looked like white dough, was lying quietly beside her, without any clothes on her body, and not even a cloth towel.

The round little face had smooth skin, and his chest was slumping, breathing, Shan Mingyue screamed in shock, "Xiang Baihao, Long Qiye, come quickly! Is this my child? He is not dead, he is still alive, why do you lie to me? Woooo, he is obviously not dead, the child I gave birth to is still alive."

Afterwards, Shan Mingyue was already crying, and tremblingly picked up the baby beside her with her hands, hugged it in her arms, swayed it gently, feeling his temperature and heartbeat.[

Hearing Shan Mingyue's voice, Long Qiye and Xiang Baihao almost rushed in after a moment of leaving. When they saw the child in her arms, they were surprised, especially Xiang Baihao, who snatched to the side of the bed, looked at the baby's familiar little face. Who was the child that Fang Qingzi took away? He couldn't help but excitedly said: "My son, Long Qiye, come and see, it's really my son. He is back again, and I said, how could my son die easily? He took my life's skills to achieve it, how could he die!"

"Is this really the child I gave birth to? You didn't use a fake to deceive me, right? He was not dead, right?" Shan Mingyue handed the child out of her arms and repeatedly confirmed that this feeling of going from hell to heaven made her not real at all. She seemed to be in a dream, afraid that when the dream woke up, her hope would be broken again.

"Yes, it's our child. When Fang Qingzi took it away, I could see clearly. Mingyue, look, he looks so much like Yaya, both of them are your children!" Xiang Baihao changed his previous decadence and said excitedly.
Chapter completed!