He is still like the sun god he once was. Hearing the sound of "drive", the corner of his clothes fluttered in the wind as the horse galloped, and gradually turned into a red dot and disappeared.

Ling Mulao stood on the top of the mountain and watched the red figure walking further and further away. He sighed deeply. He once said that he asked what love was in the world, and that it meant life and death.

It's a pity that things in this world are always unsatisfactory. It doesn't mean that the other person can give you the same love just because you love them. Maybe this is the most mysterious thing about love.

If this troop withdrawal existed in Chinese history, it would probably be the fastest and most intriguing troop troop withdrawal. What Ling Mulao won in this battle was the people's hearts after all.

"Mother, mother!" At the moment when Ling Mulao was lost in thought, a childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Ling Mulao was startled, and when he suddenly looked back, he saw nothing. He couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking that he had not seen Xiaoyi for almost a month, so he had such an illusion.

Just as he was thinking this, a coquettish voice came to his ears, "Mother, Xiaoyi misses mother so much!" His thighs immediately tightened, and his chubby little face was looking up at Ling Mulao with tearful eyes.

Unexpectedly, Ling Mulao rubbed his eyes vigorously that Xiaoyi was actually standing next to him. After confirming that it was not an hallucination, he hugged Xiaoyi with excitement.

"A man, don't cry!" Ling Mulao wiped the tears from the corners of Xiaoyi's eyes with his sleeves, but said in a very gentle tone.

Xiaoyi sniffed, and although he was still sobbing, he said with a manly expression: "Xiaoyi is a man, if Xiaoyi doesn't cry, then my mother will not want Xiaoyi."

"Fool, how could mother not want Xiaoyi?" Ling Muchao couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her heart when she saw Xiaoyi crying very sadly in her arms.

"Then has mother found daddy? Where is daddy?" Xiaoyi rubbed his eyes and suddenly started to look through Ling Mulao's arms, as if his daddy should be hidden in her clothes.

"Dad?" Ling Mulao frowned. She left while Xiaoyi was asleep.

"I told Xiaoyi." A clear voice sounded from the side, and Hua Wuxin was seen walking slowly in a crescent-white robe, and smiled lightly when looking at Ling Muchao.

There was a hint of nostalgia and timidity in that smile, perhaps because Ling Mulao had recovered his memory, but Hua Wuxin now didn't know how to face her.

"Mom, where is daddy?" Xiaoyi couldn't find the daddy in his mouth, so he couldn't help but spread his palms and asked aggrievedly with his little brows furrowed.

"Little fool, daddy is not a toy, do you think you can hold it with both hands?" Ling Mulao couldn't help laughing and patted Xiaoyi's open palm gently.

"But Seyaya said that dad can play with Xiaoyi and sleep with Xiaoyi. Isn't it the same size as Seyaya?" Xiaoyi tilted his head and looked at Ling Mulao shamelessly.

".." Ling Muchao suddenly had three black lines on his forehead.

The spirit duck fluttered its wings and landed on Ling Mulao's shoulder. It laughed so hard, "Haha~ It's so funny. The spirit duck likes Xiaoyi's metaphor!"

There was a "pop", just as Lingya finished speaking, he saw a slender white jade hand raised, and slapped him across the face.

Suddenly, the spirit duck's eyes flashed with stars, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, making Xiaoyi laugh.

"Ahem~" Hua Wuxin, who had been ignored, coughed twice in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "You entrusted Xiaoyi to my care, but this little guy kept clamoring for you, so I really couldn't resist and had to give him away.
Chapter completed!