Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

"Dad...?"

Seele looked somewhat uncertain.

Qiye took a step forward.

After he finished humming the last line, he became concerned about Seele.

"Baby Xixi, why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Tell him, and Dad will beat him up for you!

At this moment, Qi Ye resembled a kindergarten teacher comforting a child who had fallen down.

Seele's eyes widened even more.

She watched as her father called her "Xixi Baby" in a tone completely out of character.

I was completely dumbfounded.

"...What did you call me?"

"My dear Xixi! What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Should we call her Seele the Cutie? Or Little Red Scarf the Good Girl?

"Have you...have you lost your mind?"

"No, no, Dad's doing just fine! Look!"

Qi Ye walked around in circles.

"Not only is it better, it's even better than before!!"

Xi'er stood in the corridor, watching her father spin around in circles, showing off his recovery progress.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to deal with the good news that "he's better" first, or the new problem that "he's gone crazy."

She turned to look at Natasha, who was leaning against the doorframe.

He crossed his arms and wore an amusing expression on his face.

Qiye had already jumped in front of Xier.

He bent down, pulled her up from the ground, and placed his hands on her shoulders:

"My dear Xixi, let me tell you a little story!"

One day, Little Tomato was crossing the road when she was run over by a car.

It got up and said, confused:

"Wow, I've turned into ketchup!"

Seele looked at him, completely bewildered.

Qiye didn't care at all; instead, he laughed so hard he bent over, the light above his head flashing with his laughter.

Seele stood to the side, her lips twitching several times.

In the end, she still managed to chuckle a few times.

"She smiled! Baby Xixi smiled!"

Qi Ye straightened up.

"See? I told you, people will laugh when you tell them something funny!"

Seele rubbed her face and pressed her lips back to her mouth:

"...I'm not laughing at your joke, I'm laughing at the way you tell it."

"That's laughter too! Any kind of laughter counts as laughter!"

Just as Qi Ye was about to say something more, footsteps came from the doorway.

They also came to visit Qiye on March 7th.

Then they saw Qiye standing in the corridor, glowing all over.

March 7th was stunned at first, then quickly walked up to him.

After looking him up and down, I found that he seemed to be fine.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Qi Ye grabbed her hand.

"Baby Qiqi! You're here too!"

March 7th's expression cracked.

"...What did you call me?"

"Baby Qiqi! Look, I'm all better! Look at the light on me, isn't it beautiful? Isn't it warm?"

Come here, give me a hug!

Qi Ye opened her arms and was about to pounce.

March 7th instinctively jumped back half a step and reached out a hand to press against his face.

"No...don't come any closer! What's going on?"

"I used the Light Cone! It's called Painful Flying! It can heal wounds and also has a happiness-boosting effect!"

"...The pleasure function?"

"Yes! I'm incredibly happy right now! I really want to share this with everyone!"

Qi Ye turned to look at the stars.

"Little Star! Where's your mop?"

I'm telling you, even though it's broken, it will live on in your heart!

Remember, it used to be a good mop!

Xing stood at the doorway, tilted her head to look at Qi Ye, and then remained silent for a moment:

"...Star Baby?"

"Yes! Doesn't it sound good? I named it! You all have one!"

Baby Qiqi, Baby Xingxing, and Baby Hengheng!

He suddenly turned to Dan Heng, his smile so radiant that it caused Dan Heng's brows to furrow into an unprecedented depth.

Danheng's gaze fell on Qiye's overly radiant face, as if he wanted to do something.

But in the end, he held back and simply turned to look at the wall.

Qi Ye was completely unaware of the extent of the damage he had caused; he was still waving at Dan Heng.

"Why aren't you smiling, Hengheng baby?"

Didn't you find it funny? Well, let me tell you another one!

One day, a piece of bread was walking down the street. It felt a little hungry, so it ate itself.

"...Stop talking."

Dan Heng interrupted him with a pained expression.

"But you didn't laugh!"

I laughed, I laughed inside!

"Hengheng baby, you're lying. Your lips didn't even move."

"I controlled it with my willpower."

"Using willpower to control your laughter is also a form of laughter."

Qi Ye was about to continue speaking when he suddenly braked sharply and stopped in place, his body flashing with golden light twice.

Then it went out instantly.

The bright, kindergarten teacher-like smile on his face gradually faded, returning to normal.

Qi Ye blinked, his expression immediately turning blank.

He looked down at himself; the bandages had come loose a bit.

The exposed skin was smooth and new, and it was indeed no longer in pain.

He feigned a cough and casually changed the subject:

"That, that one?"

Seele, what's going on? Where's Bronya?

Xi'er was stunned for a moment, clearly not yet fully recovered from the shock of "Dad just called Xi Xi baby".

But she was, after all, the leader of the Earth Fire, and quickly adjusted her expression:

"Ya Ya went back to the upper city first."

As the commander of the Iron Guard, staying in the lower district for too long would cause unnecessary trouble, so she had to go back to provide cover.

Cocolia had previously sent her to appease the lower districts.

There won't be any major conflict between the two sides for the time being; she needs to stabilize the situation from above.

Qi Ye nodded:

"So what are you going to do now? What are the plans for the subterranean fire?"

Just as Seele was about to speak, her foot suddenly wobbled.

First, there was a slight tremor, as if someone had stomped their foot in the distance.

Then the vibrations became more intense.

Immediately afterwards, a laugh seemed to come from a very, very far place.

The laughter was extremely unrestrained and had a very strong penetrating power.

It's like someone standing in the eye of a storm, arms outstretched, laughing wildly at the lightning.