After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 110 "Father, I Found My Mother"

The man was standing outside the door, no more than ten steps away from me.

His skin is so white that it is almost transparent, and his lips are so pale that there is not a trace of blood. His whole body is like a sculpture of ice and snow. The only thing that has color in his body is a pair of black eyes covered with frost and snow. .

And this pair of black and cold eyes is looking at Chang'an in my arms without a trace of warmth.

There seemed to be a sudden chill, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

The inn lobby, which was still bustling just now, seemed to quiet down in an instant.

At this time, I didn't care about these.

The moment I saw that person's face clearly, my heart skipped a beat for an instant, and I stared blankly in disbelief.

At this moment, there is only one sentence in my heart——

It's him, it's him, the lover in my dream looks like him!

I have been alone for a hundred years, and for the first time, my boyish heart has sprouted.

"Thank you Chang'an."

I felt the cold and deep voice getting closer, as if it was ringing in my ears, making my ears numb.

His voice is really nice, he is indeed the man I like, not only looks good, but also has a nice voice, hehehehehehehe.

I secretly laughed silly for a while.

But, for some reason, when I saw him, I felt a subtle sense of familiarity in my heart. His voice, his appearance, he all gave me a strange sense of familiarity.

But I have never seen him before, so where does this sense of familiarity come from?

Just because you like his face, you can't really treat people as the protagonists of your own silly dreams who can't even see their faces clearly.

Intuit shameless.

Although I have a thick skin, I am not shameless in this kind of thing.

There was nothing to do if there was no intersection in the past, but the intersection in the future can be controlled. Now everyone has met, as long as you seize the opportunity, there is nothing to worry about in the future.

Adhering to the belief that as long as I take the initiative, we will not only have stories, but also have children (the picked-up son Xiao Changan), I feel that it is better to act than to move, and to take the initiative now.

But before I opened my mouth to strike up a conversation, I heard the little Changan in my arms call him crisply: "Father."

and many more.

Father?

I was stunned in a daze, and my racing thoughts slowed down thousands of times in an instant.

Who……?

……he? !

I looked at the demon cultivator in white who was everything I wanted, and my eyes widened slightly in surprise.

The father of the big-hearted child who lost Little Chang'an...

that……

Luo Wuchen, the new Demon Venerable who became possessed by a single thought because of the death of his Taoist companion, is actually... him? !

My eyes turned to Xu Fanglai in disbelief, and I asked silently: 'Is that him? '

Xu Fanglai has a very good understanding with me, and I can understand what I mean immediately with just one look.

He nodded to me affirmatively: 'That's him. '

Fine.

Reluctantly, I snuffed out the last trace of luck.

——My name is Xie Wan.

It was the first time in my more than 300 years of magic life that my heart fluttered.

Unfortunately, after I was briefly tempted, I fell in love again.

The beauties are already famous, and the children can already be called daddy.

This unrequited love was destined to end without a cause before it could start. I felt sad and depressed.

Hey, the son I picked up hasn't been hugged warmly yet, but the child's father has come to the door, and it's the widow Luo Wuchen that the entire Demon Realm knows.

I lost my son and my love again. Under the two major blows, I couldn't be more active.

Even Little Chang'an was not as lively as before.

He clutched my skirt, looking at Luo Wuchen with affection and fear in his eyes.

"Chang'an," Luo Wuchen's low voice sounded, his eyes seemed to pass over my face inadvertently: "Have you played enough?"

His pupils were extremely dark, as if they were covered with thousands of years of frost and snow, and there was boundless coldness and loneliness in his eyes, as if nothing could be reflected in his eyes.

In Xu Fanglai's words, it's called the eyes of a dead wife.

Although what he said was a bit rough, it really fit.

Luo Wuchen really killed his wife.

A sentimental younger sister of mine described it like this, "...his love died in his arms, and his heart also died along with it, leaving only a walking corpse with a heart like ashes."

At that time, I got goosebumps all over my body, I just felt hypocritical, who didn't know that Luo Wuchen practiced the ruthless way before falling into the devil, how could a person who cultivated the ruthless way know what love is.

The little junior sister is afraid that she has imposed her own imagination of the beauty of love on the new Demon Lord.

Based on my understanding of the way of ruthlessness, those who practice the way of ruthlessness will either be indifferent, or once they are tempted, they will be devoted to death.

Most of the demons let go.Swing casual, love.want.There are no taboos for meat and vegetables, but there are also a few strange ones, who pursue "a couple for a lifetime" and yearn for an unforgettable love.

I say they are weird because I really find them incomprehensible.

They looked at the human monks who were ascetic and ceremonial than the demons and returned home without a feather, but there are still warriors who challenge the people who practice the ruthless way.

Since ancient times, cultivating the Dao has been difficult, and cultivating the Ruthless Dao is extremely harsh.

Of course, in their immortal sect they call it "born with an impeccable Taoist mind".

It's nice to say, but in the end it's not the cold-blooded and ruthless Shi Muxin.

It's no wonder that basically every monk who cultivates the ruthless way is the sharpest knife in the hands of Xianmen.

They cut off love and love, and only have longevity in their eyes, and only their righteous way.

All those demon cultivators who followed Ruqing Daoxiu in an attempt to impress them all ended in failure. They were lucky to give up sadly, and the unlucky ones not only lost their hearts but also their lives.

It's not that there are no successful examples, but that was 2 years ago, and the ending was not good.

The demon clan died, and the human race died in love, and they went to Huangquan to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

Since then, there have been rumors of ruthless Taoism's true love.

It attracted a bunch of infatuated people who were fascinated by the gimmick of "only love one person" to gnaw on the hard bone of the practitioner who cultivates the ruthless way.

The ending can be imagined, all of them were smashed on the south wall.

Until a thousand years ago, the immortal sect flourished, the demon realm was sealed off, and the demon race could no longer go to the realm of comprehension...

If Na Luo Wuchen really loved his Taoist companion deeply, after the succubus died, Na Luo Wuchen would go with him without hesitation.

But isn't Luo Wuchen still alive and well now?

He also became the new demon king of Demon Realm.

I am unimpressed by the affection they describe.

But when I saw Luo Wuchen with my own eyes and saw his eyes, there was only one thought in my heart——

What the junior sister said was not an exaggeration.

One or two traits of the demon clan will appear on the body of a person who has become a demon, some have silver-white hair like snow, some have blood-red pupils, Luo Wuchen's pupils are extremely dense black, as if they can swallow everything.

Not even light can show traces on it.

That's all hopelessness, and the heart is like stagnant water.

From his body, I can't feel a breath of life, and there is no thought of survival in his eyes.

He gave me the feeling that I have seen those living corpses refined by the Corpse Puppet Sect. They can walk and move, but they are just dead corpses.

Looking at him like this, I felt as if I had been punched in the heart, stuffy and uncomfortable.

It's strange, when did I become so sentimental.

I lightly sneered, isn't he still alive and well, and raised the child left by his late wife to be cute and cute.

"Father..." Chang An called him cautiously, with a natural intimacy in his tone, and also brought the child's natural fear of the serious father.

As if asking for credit from him, Chang An put his arms around my neck and said to Luo Wuchen: "I found my mother."

As a single demon, whether I am called "Mother" by a kid in front of someone I like, or called "Mother" in front of the kid's own father, I can't help but feel a little hot.

Hearing what Xie Chang'an said, Luo Wuchen's eyes didn't see any ripples, he just glanced at me lightly, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

My heart seemed to be pinched by someone. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I subconsciously held my breath when he looked over.

It's not that I haven't seen a good-looking man, I laughed in my heart why I was like a kid.

Luo Wuchen's voice was cold: "Xie Chang'an, you are mistaken."

"I didn't...he is my mother," Chang An hugged my neck tightly, his eyes were as red as rabbits, and said stubbornly: "I didn't admit my mistake..."

I felt a little distressed at the moment, and subconsciously hugged Chang'an tightly.

"Xie Chang'an." Luo Wuchen's face was expressionless, his whole body was cold, as if carrying some kind of extreme sadness, he said slowly: "Your mother is not him."

Indeed, I agree in my heart that Chang'an's biological mother is Luo Wuchen's Taoist companion, a succubus that died three years ago...

I don't know why, but there is a tingling feeling in my heart.

There is a wet feeling on the neck, which is Chang An's tears.

I've seen Xie Changan cry like a kitten acting like a baby, and I've seen him cry wronged, but none of them can make me feel more distressed than now.

Chang'an just hugged my neck tightly and didn't make a sound. Tears flowed down my neck silently.

It was obviously a beautiful scene of father and son reuniting, but the father's expression was indifferent and calm, while the son's holding on to an outsider refused to let go, and he was crying.

"Xie Chang'an." Luo Wuchen's face was cold, his eyes were frosty and snowy, and his voice was low: "Let him go."

"Don't be cruel to the child," I couldn't bear to look at him, and raised my head to look at Luo Wuchen disapprovingly: "The child is still young, why can't I tell him well, I..."

Luo Wuchen looked at me, his face was as cold as snow.

I bit the root of my tongue, and my voice softened: "...I'll persuade him."

After knowing that Chang'an is the child left by Luo Wuchen's deceased wife, I finally understand why he is so attached to me, he is not attached to me, he just misses his mother——

The succubus mother whom he has not seen since he was born.

Thinking of Chang'an's youth and death, I feel infinite pity in my heart.

But the child is ignorant, because the child is ignorant, he mistook me, but I couldn't let the mistake go.

It's time to clarify things and get things right.

"Little Chang'an," I put him down and squatted down.With his eyes on the same level as his body, he explained in a warm voice: "I'm really not your mother."

"Look, your father has come to pick you up. You should go home with him."

"No, don't... don't separate from mother," Chang'an kept shaking his head, and burst into tears: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Chang An cried so loudly and sadly, but Luo Wuchen's face remained unmoved, did not show the slightest bit of impatience because of the child's crying, nor did he show any pity.

"Where is Master Mozun going next? Otherwise, I will go with you." Facing Luo Wuchen's expressionless gaze, I suggested, "You have also seen that little Chang'an can't do without me now." .”

As I said that, I also felt a little shameless.

It's like trying to please the child, borrowing the child to be close to the child's father, a scheming whore who wants to get in the position.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, I really have no intention of hitting Luo Wuchen——

When I knew that he was the widow of the succubus, I completely gave up the idea of ​​further development with him.

In the past three years, it is not that there has been no Motong, the new Demon Venerable, who has recommended himself as a pillow. The new Demon Venerable is handsome and has a high level of cultivation. He is also one of the two Demon Lords. There are many noble daughters and noble sons of the Demon Sect rushing to be Xiao Changan's stepmother. , but all failed without exception.

Knowing that it can't be done, why ask for trouble.

I'm not stupid.

The reason why I made such a suggestion is because I really don’t want to part with Little Chang’an. Although it may be a bit nasty to say it, seeing him cry like this, my heart is really broken by his crying.

Luo Wuchen frowned invisibly, and looked at me with dark eyes.

I thought I had a clear conscience, but my heart still lifted uncontrollably.

The cold eyes fixed on me, Luo Wuchen's gaze was as cold as ice and snow, as if examining my intentions.

The new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm has deep eyebrows and dark eyes, his pupils are thick black like ink. When he looks at a person seriously, his expression can always make people feel affectionate.

Just like me, I have decided to give up my inexplicable affection for Luo Wuchen, but I still can't help but blush when he sees it.

Luo Wuchen looked away lightly, noncommittal.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, I quietly sent a voice transmission to Luo Wuchen to explain clearly to him.

[You have also seen the situation of Little Changan. It is not a solution for him to cry all the time like this. I will put Little Changan to sleep first, and then you will take him away. 】

Luo Wuchen received my voice transmission and glanced at me lightly.

I haven't cultivated a tacit understanding with him, and I can't taste what he wants to express from a look in his eyes, so I asked again through sound transmission.

【Master Mozun, can you please? 】

Luo Wuchen nodded slightly, as if he didn't care about it.

I took it for granted.

"Is mother really going with us?" Chang'an's tears were not wiped clean, and his Wulingling eyes were soaked with water.

"Chang'an doesn't want me, and I don't want Chang'an either." I didn't answer, but said ambiguously.

"Okay, it's just dawn, and the morning market should be open." I stroked Chang'an's soft hair and said with a smile, "Little Chang'an, I'll take you out to play."

Chang'an was young, so he didn't know that the abominable adult spoke with mystery. When he heard that I wanted to play with him, his eyes lit up.

"Really?" Chang'an looked at me happily, with a vague and expectant light in his eyes.

But the light in his eyes lit up, and he bit his lower lip hesitantly, Changan looked at Luo Wuchen timidly: "Father..."

"It's okay, your father agreed." My heart was so soft that I stroked his back comfortingly, then looked at Luo Wuchen: "Is it?"

On the surface, I was full of confidence, but in private, I frantically sent voice transmissions to Luo Wuchen, and talked nicely with him.

[Changan just woke up, I rashly coaxed him to sleep, but he definitely refused, I will take him out for a walk first, when he is tired from playing, he will naturally feel sleepy.Lord Mozun, just let him go out to play, there is no child who doesn't like to play. 】

Luo Wuchen seemed to have thought of something, his expression darkened slightly, and his lips trembled faintly.

I feel like he's regretting something like this.

What do you regret?

I didn't have time to think about it.

"Father..." Changan looked at Luo Wuchen eagerly, with an obvious anticipation on his face.

No matter how hard-hearted people are, they should soften in the face of Chang'an like this.

The black eyes fixedly glanced at Chang'an, Luo Wuchen nodded: "Yes."

Chang An suddenly laughed happily, "Yes."

Before taking Chang'an to go shopping, I gave Xu Fanglai a look, he understood, and gave me a "reassuring" look.

I was completely relieved, hugged Chang'an, and went shopping.

Out of the corner of his eye, Luo Wuchen was still standing there, looking in our direction, as if he was looking at me, and also at Chang'an in my arms.

He was tall and very slim, standing there like a sword without its scabbard.

I looked away without any trace, and went to the street with Chang'an in my arms.

"Mother, look, look—"

As I said, there is no child who does not like to play, and little Changan is interested in everything.

An ordinary kite, even a small dragonfly made of bamboo can make his eyes shine brightly.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't stop feeling pity again.

With Luo Wuchen's temper, he would not take children to play, and Changan followed him. Although there is no need to worry about food and clothing, the entertainment that children should have is probably very scarce.

I already liked Chang'an, and I wanted to coax him. As long as I came across something Chang'an liked on the street, I would buy it for him.

Not only that, as long as it is something for children, I will not refuse it.

Not long after, Chang An had a small wooden sword, a butterfly kite, a bamboo dragonfly and a bunch of miscellaneous gadgets in his hand.

Chang'an is a small person with small hands, and soon he could not hold it with both hands. I hugged Chang'an again, and I didn't have any free hands to help him share.

But the small hollow ball on the booth is so beautiful that it is hard to let go.

When he was in trouble, a hand with strong bones took over the gadget in Chang An's hand.

... Luo Wuchen?

Why did he follow?

I was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Chang An was his son after all, so he must have taken it to heart.How could it be possible for me, a stranger, to take his son away like this.

Xie Changan's eyes sparkled, and he thanked crisply: "Thank you, Dad."

Luo Wuchen nodded slightly, his eyes turned around inadvertently, stayed on me for a moment, and then calmly looked away.

With Luo Wuchen's help, I can continue to buy new toys for Chang'an.

Delicious big meat buns, sweet and sour candied haws, I took Xiao Changan to eat and play all the way, his bright eyes were full of happiness.

When passing by a sugar water shop, a mouth-watering sweet smell filled the nose.

The sweet smell hooked the gluttons in Chang An's stomach and I, and I immediately carried Chang An to the shop: "Come on, I'll take you to drink sugar water."

"You guys look at each other, are you a family of three here to play?"

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the warm greeting from the store.

Before I had time to explain, Little Chang'an responded loudly: "Yes! Mother and father brought Chang'an out to play!"

"What a good boy," the storekeeper boasted kindly, then lowered his voice and told me: "Recently Anliang is not peaceful, guest officer should pay more attention."

"Okay." When buying sugar water, I hesitated for a while, but I bought an extra bowl and handed it to Luo Wuchen who was sitting on the other side: "You should try it too."

I thought he would refuse, or simply ignore my overtures, but Luo Wuchen took the bowl of sugar water instead.

"Thank you."

"Drink it well, sweet." Chang An was so happy that his eyes narrowed like a cat, "Mother, you can drink it too."

"Okay, I'll try it too."

The child was already lethargic, and after walking around for a long time, little Changan began to feel sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and tried hard to resist the drowsiness.

"Chang'an is so happy today, I really like being with mother and father..." Chang'an was already very sleepy, his voice was in his mouth, "Mother... can we always be together like this in the future... "

Listening to Chang'an's innocent expectation, I was so blocked that I couldn't say a word.

I stroked his hair wordlessly, and said as calmly as possible: "Go to sleep."

Chang'an didn't doubt that there was him, so he obediently said "um", and fell asleep in my arms full of trust.

I put him to sleep, and it's time... to return him to his father.

Suppressing the soreness in my heart, I returned Chang'an to Luo Wuchen.

"You should pay attention to communicating more with your children, Chang'an..." As I spoke, my throat choked up, "Chang'an is a good boy, you have to treat him well."

In fact, I also understand that I have no position to judge Luo Wuchen's raising children.

Luo Wuchen said indifferently: "I know."

I reluctantly glanced at Chang'an, gritted my teeth, and said pretending to be free and easy: "Then I will take my leave first, Lord Mozun, goodbye."

Before I finished speaking, I immediately turned my head away, for fear that if I took a step too late, he would see my red eye sockets.

Hey.

When we got back to the inn, Xu Fanglai was having breakfast with his younger brothers and sisters. He glanced behind me: "Send me off?"

I pulled the chair and sat down, "What you said, my own father has come to pick it up, can I hold on to it?"

"Aren't you going with me?" Xu Fanglai winked at me, "I saw that your eyeballs were glued to him before, why don't you work hard and strive to be Little Chang'an's mother?"

"Forget it." I sighed silently, and pushed the person away without a trace: "It's just a chance meeting, Fangfang, you think too much."

In the past three years when Luo Wuchen became the new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, he either found trouble in finding the right way, or searched for various spells for evocation and resurrection.

Everyone knew that the new Demon Lord only had that succubus in his heart.

Even I, who just left the customs not long ago, have heard of it a lot.

The living can't compete with the dead, and the demons can't compete with the dead succubi.

I just fell in love with him at first sight because of Luo Wuchen's skin, and I didn't fall in love with him to the point where I had to love him so much that I didn't want to hang on to a tree with a crooked neck.

Give up when you should give up, don't embarrass yourself, this is the code of conduct I set for myself.