The mysterious milk group, hands on hips, is being fought over by five dads who are going crazy over

Features?

A cold wind whistled through the pavilion, and Ah Ning, with her little hands tucked in, reminisced for a while.

"My master is so beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!"

Huo Ting: "..."

The child could only describe it in such an abstract way, and after struggling for a long time, he couldn't say a single useful piece of information.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently coaxed, "Is there anything else that's memorable, or something that people can immediately recognize as her?"

"A symbol?" Ah Ning tilted her head, her large, grape-like eyes darting around, as if she had thought of something. She pointed to her waist and said:

"Master has a small pouch on his waist that looks exactly like Ah Ning's!"

"And also, Master has a red pattern on his forehead, like a flower, it's very pretty!"

Hearing this, Huo Ting felt more confident. "I'll draw a portrait for you later. If it looks like the person, we'll have them take the portrait to find him."

Ah Ning nodded happily: "Okay. But what if it doesn't look like the drawing?"

Looking at her innocent expression, it didn't seem like she was arguing with him, but rather that she was genuinely curious... Huo Ting's eyebrows twitched violently.

"If it doesn't look right, keep drawing it until it does...!"

"Let's go see your mother."

A-Ning shook her head, stopping him. "Don't go. Go directly to have your portrait drawn! Mother just fainted; seeing her won't help. We should find Master A-Ning quickly so we can save Mother!"

"She fainted?" Huo Ting's heart clenched inexplicably. "How could this happen? Did you call a doctor? Is it serious?"

Ah Ning stared blankly at him, then asked curiously, "Didn't you like your bad aunt the most and hate Ah Ning's mother the most? Why are you so concerned about your mother fainting?"

"..." Huo Ting clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he said, "When did I ever say I hated your mother?"

Ah Ning exclaimed softly, "Is that even a question? Everyone can see it!"

Huo Ting: "..."

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to throw the little guy out, and turned to walk towards the study.

"Come on, finish the portrait quickly and find your master."

Ah Ning had never been to Huo Ting's study.

In the past, whenever she occasionally encountered Huo Zhiyao, Huo Zhiyao would always hold the book in the most conspicuous position in front of her chest and block her way with her chin held high.

"I'm going to my father's study now, where he will personally teach me calligraphy and help me with my studies. Don't block my way!"

"You're nothing but a little jinx. Father loves me the most, he dotes on me the most! He always has, and he still does!"

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"Your father will neither eat with you, nor teach you calligraphy, nor teach you to recite poems! You will never be able to take your father away from me!"

At first, Aning was somewhat envious of her.

She could receive her father's unconditional and complete love.

But gradually, her mother alone was enough to fill her entire life, giving her so much love that she no longer cared about Huo Zhiyao's provocations or smugness.

As for fathers... Aning has five fathers, so she doesn't need another bad father!

The study was large, with shelves filled with books and many decorative items that looked quite valuable.

In the very center was a sandalwood table, piled high with scrolls, and all the necessary writing implements were in place.

Huo Ting was sitting at his desk, sketching the purse on A Ning's waist.

The drawing is exactly the same, except...

Ah Ning tilted her head, looking somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Can I really find my master with this little purse?"

Huo Ting glanced at her briefly, "What, you think it won't work?"

Ah Ning hesitated for a moment, then kept quiet.

In fact, Father Xie had been searching for his master, but he had no news of him at all.

Could it be that Father Xie has been unable to find his master because he didn't know that his master had such a small pouch?

An hour later, Huo Ting looked at the dozen or so portraits scattered on the ground, slumped lazily in a chair, his temples throbbing.

"This one doesn't look like her either. The master is much prettier than this one, and her face isn't this long."

"..." Huo Ting was too tired to speak.

It's not physical fatigue, it's mental exhaustion.

He drew one picture after another according to Aning's description, constantly revising it.

She kept saying the face was too chubby, the nose was too big, the eyebrows were too thick, and the eyes were too small...

Huo Ting took a deep breath and said patiently, "In the last portrait, you said the face was drawn too short..."

"Huh?" Ah Ning blinked. "Really?"

Huo Ting pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on, and summoned his bodyguards.

"Take that picture of the purse, make several copies, let them all recognize it, and then go look for it again."

"By the way, the owner of the purse is extremely beautiful, with a red flower-shaped decoration between her eyebrows."

The guard, cupping his hands in greeting, was about to leave when he pressed his temples and said, "Find them as quickly as possible. Bring them back to us if they match even one of my criteria. Don't miss a single one!"

"yes!"

After the guards left, A-Ning asked with some worry, "Are you planning to have someone forcibly bring Master A-Ning back?"

Huo Ting: "Don't worry, these men are all well-trained and very skilled. They won't harm your master if they follow my orders."

One sentence silenced the child.

Ah Ning stared at him intently for a while, then sighed like a little adult, giving up all hope that he could find a master.

That guard just now couldn't even catch Ah Ning, yet he wanted to catch Ah Ning's master?

Ah Ning felt like crying...

It seems I'll have to figure it out myself!

Thinking of this, Ah Ning ran out without saying a word or looking back.

After returning to Biyou Courtyard, Aning chased everyone out and stayed by her mother's bedside for a while, holding her mother's cold hand tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Ah Ning, with a serious expression, took a deep breath, as if she had made a tremendous decision. She stared intently at her mother's face, which clearly showed pain even in her unconscious state, and said earnestly:

"Mother, Aning will definitely not let anything happen to you!"

After saying that, the little guy immediately got off the chair, took out a stack of talismans from his small pouch, and arranged them in a circle around his feet.

Then, she pricked her mother's finger with the needle she used for embroidery, squeezed out the bright red blood, and pressed it onto her own forehead.

Immediately afterwards, he pricked his fingertip and pressed the blood onto his mother's forehead.

The moment the needle pierced her fingertip, Ah Ning didn't even flinch.

He was solely focused on whether his method would work, whether it would wake his mother, and whether it would save her life before they could find his master...

Aning jumped back into the circle of talismans, sat cross-legged, began to form hand seals, and chanted incantations.

A moment later, Ah Ning was enveloped in golden light, and slowly rose into the air...

As a huge, intricate rune appeared in mid-air, Ah Ning opened her eyes and softly and slowly recited:

"Heaven and earth bear witness, blood ties are the proof."

"My name is Huo Zhining. With my soul as the guide, I am bound to my mother's life. I will bear all calamities alone, to protect my mother from harm year after year!"

After he finished speaking, two golden beams of light shot out from between A Ning's and Qiao Wan's eyebrows respectively!