I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Kid, you have good taste."

A clear, cold female voice came from behind. It carried a hint of arrogance towards her masterpiece, but even more so, a cold sternness upon discovering the intruder.

"But this is not a place for you."

Xu Nanyi turned around.

Ten steps away, stood a woman in white.

Her clothes were embroidered with dark ice-blue patterns, and her hair was loosely held together by a single light blue ribbon, hanging halfway down her shoulder. Her features were cold yet striking, with a natural air of detachment between her brows and eyes.

Unlike those trapped in the mundane world, they are like clouds in the sky, and like the most dashing sword in the martial arts world.

Her beauty was completely different from her mother's.

Xu Nanyi was stunned.

Lin Qingyue never expected that it would be such a young girl who barged in.

She wore red and had almond-shaped eyes, but those eyes were unusually round, large, bright, and full of spirit. Her appearance bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Xu Yuan.

The remaining three points...

Lin Qingyue frowned slightly. Who did he look like? Ming was very familiar, but she just couldn't remember.

She was about to speak.

"Sister! Run!"

Shen Xizhou's voice boomed from afar, filled with a splitting anxiety.

Xu Nanyi's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously turned to look at the source of the sound—

A sharp spiritual pressure swept over us from behind.

Before Xu Nanyi could turn around, a dark shadow crashed into the flower field like a cannonball.

Shen Xizhou ran too fast, trampling the phoenix tail orchids under his feet, causing the red petals to burst open and spread all over the ground.

The moment he rushed in front of Xu Nanyi, his body swelled up, and a jet-black dragon appeared out of thin air. With a flick of its tail, it shielded Xu Nanyi behind it.

Its vertical pupils shone brightly with golden light, and the dragon lowered its head, letting out a low, intimidating roar at Lin Qingyue.

He looked as if he wanted to devour the woman in front of him.

Lin Qingyue was still looking at Xu Nanyi's face.

The moment she heard that loud voice, she frowned. Whose child had such a loud voice? It made her temples throb.

Then I looked up.

Good guy.

A black dragon.

The shape of the dragon horns, the color of the vertical pupils, and even the pattern of the dragon scales were exactly the same as Shen Gou's, only countless times smaller.

Lin Qingyue's expression visibly turned cold.

Shen Gou's cub?

Before she could think it through, two more figures emerged from the bushes.

Wu Qiyue drew a curved sword and held it horizontally in front of her chest, rushing to Xu Nanyi's side in three quick steps.

Wu Qiyue glanced at the standoff, asked no further questions, and pointed her blade at Lin Qingyue.

Little Stone arrived last, silently standing to Xu Nanyi's right, his fists clenched.

Four children surrounded Xu Nanyi in the very center.

Xu Nanyi finally snapped out of her daze.

The fragrance of the yucca flowers still lingered in her nose, but her attention was completely captivated by the woman in white.

Ice-blue dark pattern, light blue hairband, cold and aloof features—

A certain string in my mind suddenly snapped.

Lin Qingyue.

Xu Nanyi slipped her hand into her sleeve, and the moment her fingertips touched the whip handle, her palm was covered in sweat.

"It seems you are quite afraid of me?"

Lin Qingyue's voice drifted over slowly.

She didn't even adopt an aggressive stance; she simply raised her hand slightly, her fingers spread wide, and waved it at them as if teasing some small animal.

Shen Xizhou's dragon tail stiffened, and the muscles beneath the scales tensed even more.

With a flick of her wrist, Xu Nanyi sent a crimson whip flying straight towards Lin Qingyue's face.

At the same time, Shen Xizhou opened his mouth and spat out a dragon's breath. Wu Qiyue's curved blade flew out of his hand and transformed into a blood-red blade light, chasing after the whip shadow and smashing over.

Three attacks from three directions, coordinated perfectly.

Lin Qingyue chuckled lightly and waved her hand casually.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, no spell taking shape, and not even wind.

The oppressive force of the Tribulation Transcending stage was like a mountain collapsing and the sea crashing down, crushing the entire flower field.

The whip broke. The dragon's breath dissipated. The blade's edge shattered into a pool of blood.

All four of them were sent flying.

Lin Qingyue performed a good deed and disappeared from the spot.

Xu Nanyi didn't even see how she moved. In the blink of an eye, a pair of hands appeared behind her and scooped her up like a kitten.

Holding it in one arm, it's so easy and relaxing.

Xu Nanyi instinctively struggled, elbowing herself backward, "Let go of me!"

A fingertip touched the forehead, and a cold talisman was pressed on it, instantly freezing all the demonic power in the body.

His limbs were stiff and he could not move.

A ninth-grade immobilization talisman.

Xu Nanyi recognized this item; she also had one, but hers was a sixth-grade one.

Her face contorted into a visible frown, her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, her entire face filled with resentment and anger.

Lin Qingyue lowered her head and looked at the wrinkled face in her arms.

"Why is the child always frowning?"

He reached out his fingertips and gently pressed the crease between her eyebrows, the pressure was very light, even with a touch of casual tenderness.

"Be careful you don't grow up to be ugly."

Xu Nanyi opened her mouth and bit her.

His teeth snapped shut, but he was just half an inch short.

Lin Qingyue flicked her forehead with her finger.

It wasn't heavy, but it made a crisp sound.

"He's young but has quite a temper."

She scrutinized Xu Nanyi's features, her tone tinged with interest, "But it does suit your looks quite well."

"Don't you dare tease Yiyi!"

Wu Qiyue lay on the ground, unable to get up, but she shouted with great force.

Lin Qingyue raised an eyebrow.

Yi Yi.

She glanced down at the sulking little girl in her arms, then casually hooked her chin with her fingertips, like teasing a cat.

"So that's your name, Yi Yi."

Xu Nan tried to turn her head away from her hand, clenching her teeth tightly.

"What's your name? Which family are you from?" Lin Qingyue asked again, her tone as if she were chatting with a neighbor's child.

Xu Nanyi remained silent.

Who is your mother?

Did not say.

Not a single word was given.

Lin Qingyue wasn't annoyed. She tilted her head and looked at her, as if she found her sulking appearance quite amusing.

"Don't stay silent. I just froze you, I didn't put a silencing spell on you."

Seeing that the child in her arms was ignoring her, Lin Qingyue suppressed her smile.

Lift two fingers.

The oppressive atmosphere in the arena intensified.

Shen Xizhou groaned, blood seeping from beneath the dragon scales. Wu Qiyue's back arched under the pressure, veins bulging on her forehead. Little Stone's teeth struck the ground with a crisp sound.

"Yiyi".

Lin Qingyue's voice held a different quality, a kind of languid warning.

"I'm not happy, and it's very serious."

Xu Nanyi saw the blood beneath Shen Xizhou's scales, saw Wu Qiyue's back almost bent over, and saw Xiao Shitou's profile as he gritted his teeth.

The breath I was holding in my chest burned up to my throat.

"You wicked woman! Let them go!"

"My mother made a vow granted by the Demon Queen—if she finds out, even your bones will be scattered at sea!"

The flower field fell silent for a moment.

As the wind blew, the last few petals of the yucca fell from the branch.

Lin Qingyue's arms, which were holding her, paused. A certain emotion flashed across her clear eyes, more like...