Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Ye Wuhen's scarlet heterochromatic eyes remained fixed on Chu Jinglan's face for a full three breaths.

He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in all of history, and could no longer contain himself, bursting into unrestrained laughter.

"Heh...hehe...hahahaha!"

He had just been coldly threatening Jiang Yining in the stone chamber, telling her not to try to use the child to blackmail him, that kinship among demons was weak, and that he would deal with things personally if necessary.

As soon as I stepped out the door, someone was vying to be my father?

Ye Wuhen had lived for over a thousand years and had seen countless absurd things. What kind of scene hadn't he witnessed? But this scene was truly unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"You're asking for it."

Ye Wuhen's demonic energy exploded, and the wall was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

With each step he took, the space itself seemed to distort.

"When did it become your place, an outsider, to lay a finger on my bloodline?"

"outsider?"

Chu Jinglan raised an eyebrow, unyielding: "Ye Wuhen, get your facts straight. She is my queen, and has nothing to do with you."

"Oh."

Ye Wuhen laughed in anger: "So you're rushing to acknowledge me as your father? Chu Jinglan, I think you're not only blind, but your brain has also been slammed in a door."

"It's still better than some people." Chu Jinglan slowly straightened his cuffs. "The child was just born, and the biological father threatened to get rid of it himself. A father like that is better off without."

"you--!"

Just then, another piece of gravel flew over. If Ye Wuhen hadn't dodged quickly, he would have had a dent in his face.

The baby girl tilted her head, her little eyes darting around.

With a wave of her little hand.

Countless pebbles continued to be thrown outwards.

With a clear objective, they would only target Ye Wuhen, who was dressed in red.

Large pebbles flew past his nose and slammed heavily against the opposite mountain wall, sending debris flying everywhere.

Night Without Trace: "..."

His scarlet eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at the culprit in mid-air.

The baby girl was lying in the air, her two little hands supporting her chubby chin, grinning at him.

He revealed his pink gums, which had not yet grown any teeth.

The vein on Ye Wuhen's forehead throbbed.

It's white and tender, soft and squishy, ​​and looks like it could crumble at the slightest touch.

Where is even a trace of the ferocity one would expect from a demon?

"Forget it, it's so ugly, I don't care anymore, you can play with it if you want."

Ye Wuhen snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"I am the Demon King, I can soothe children! I have a tail!"

Bai Ze approached again, trying to lure the adorable baby with his fluffy fur.

"I am a Confucian and Taoist semi-sage, and can give her the best education. Your tail will only shed fur."

Chu Jinglan refused to budge an inch.

The baby girl ignored everyone, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on the bright red figure at the doorway.

"Eeya!"

With a push of her short legs, she soared through the air like a cannonball, leaping over the two men vying for her and flying straight toward the door.

Its speed was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages.

"Be careful of the baby!"

Jiang Yining exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Wuhen felt a weight on his back.

Something soft and warm, like an octopus, suddenly stuck to his back with a "splat".

Two small, lotus-root-like arms tightly strangled his neck.

There was even some saliva on his collar.

Ye Wuhen's body stiffened.

A murderous aura surged around him for a moment, then he forcefully suppressed it back.

He slowly turned his head.

I came across a magnified, adorable little face.

The baby girl hugged his neck and gave him a big kiss on his handsome, otherworldly face, leaving his face covered in saliva.

Night Without Trace: "..."

Time stood still for a moment.

Chu Jinglan was still holding the handkerchief in his hand, maintaining the outstretched posture, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Bai Ze's nine tails all drooped down, looking mournful as if he had been abandoned.

Ye Wuhen stretched out two fingers, pinched the back of the baby girl's collar, and disgustedly tried to lift her down.

"Let go," he threatened viciously, "or I'll throw you into the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes."

The baby girl blinked her big eyes, but instead of letting go, she crossed her legs and rode directly on Ye Wuhen's neck.

Two small hands grabbed Ye Wuhen's smooth black hair, and she made an excited "Giddy up" sound.

To ride the mighty Demon Lord like a horse.

He unconsciously raised his hand, wanting to pull her down, but his hand was only halfway there.

They started to support it lightly, as if afraid that the soft thing would fall and break.

"presumptuous!"

Ye Wuhen let out a low growl, but his voice lacked any real intimidation.

The baby girl giggled and shook his head.

Ye Wuhen stiffened his neck, maintaining that ridiculous posture, and turned around to look at the people in the room with a dark face.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

He made some tough remarks while carefully supporting the "little darling" riding on his shoulders as he strode into the house.

"Take this little bundle of flesh away quickly."

Chu Jinglan sneered: "If the Demon Lord doesn't know how to hold me, there's no need to force yourself. I'm happy to do it for you."

"roll."

Night Without a Trace: Concise and to the point.

Bai Ze leaned closer, looking sourly at Sanbao, who was riding on Ye Wuhen's head and acting arrogantly: "Why is she only close to you? My tail is clearly more fun."

Ye Wuhen glanced at him sideways, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Because she's not blind."

Bai Ze immediately took action to snatch the child.

However, before his hand could even touch it, the blood lotus mark between the delicate little creature's eyebrows flashed red.

A wisp of black demonic energy, thinner than a hair, struck Bai Ze's hand precisely.

"hiss!"

Bai Ze recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted, a small, charred spot now appearing on the back of his hand, causing him to shake it repeatedly in pain.

"Hey, this little guy has quite a temper!"

Bai Ze wasn't angry at all; instead, he became even more excited: "Just like me! All of us demon cubs are like this!"

Seeing this, Chu Jinglan didn't bother arguing with Ye Wuhen anymore and reached out to take it, saying, "Baby, Daddy's here."

But the baby girl didn't give him any face at all. She pouted and, this time, didn't even bother to use her demonic energy. She just spat a mouthful of saliva onto Chu Jinglan's handsome face.

Chu Jinglan's body froze instantly.

"Pfft." Ye Wuhen laughed without any restraint.

He reached out and scooped the little guy into his arms: "You little thing, your temper is just like mine."

It seems quite interesting to keep it for a while.

Give me the child.

Sanbao sensed its mother's presence and stretched out its little hand towards Jiang Yining, babbling softly.

Ye Wuhen hesitated for a moment, but still carefully handed the child over.

As soon as the soft, small body nestled into her arms, Jiang Yining looked down at her daughter, who bore a striking resemblance to Ye Wuhen yet also carried a shadow of herself, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

As soon as the little one was in his mother's arms, he immediately rubbed his head against Jiang Yining's chest, finding a comfortable position.

With its heterochromatic black and red eyes, it curiously sized up the several "strange-looking" men.

"bad!"

Just then, a hostile, childish voice rang out.

Chu Anyan, who had been ignored all along, had somehow climbed into bed with someone.

He puffed out his cheeks, and sparks were already flashing in his little hands.

"Mother, it's mine!"

Chu Anyan pointed at his younger sister and domineeringly declared his ownership: "She's a bad thing, throw her away!"

As he spoke, a wisp of purple-gold lightning struck towards Sanbao.

"Erbao!" Jiang Yining shouted sharply.

Situ Kong didn't have time to react.

Facing the lightning bolt, Sanbao was not afraid at all. Instead, he stretched out his small, lotus-root-like hands and grabbed the wisp of purple lightning.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she popped the bolt of lightning into her mouth like a candy.

"Burp~"

Sanbao let out a satisfied burp, smacked his lips, and seemed to be savoring the meal.

Chu Anyan was dumbfounded.

His prized Mind-Questioning Thunder was just... eaten like a snack?

Jiang Lei also came over, stood silently by the bed, and gently touched his younger sister's face.

Sanbao looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and did not dodge.

"Get out, all of you."

Jiang Yining held her daughter and coldly surveyed the several grown men in the room.

"The child needs rest, and so do I."

"Demon Lord."

"You can leave now, as if nothing happened today, and my daughter and I will not bother you."