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Five years later.
This is the year when the king of demon world and the barbarian ancient emperor gave birth to their second baby.
It's a girl doll.
So far, the barbarian emperor became a slave to his daughter. Whenever he saw the lovely little face like his wife, his heart melted. What makes him even more unbearable is that his daughter will turn into a hairy mini ball like his wife did at the beginning, squatting in the palm of his hand, rubbing and rubbing.
As a result, the following scene often appears——
"Ah, it's Tong Tong. Kiss for your father."
Mo Yan holding a mini hairball, Baji, Baji.
Mo Xiaomo, a five-year-old with his mouth curled, his cheeks bulging, and a face similar to Mo Yan's, stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Yan's sleeve: "father, give me your burning sword to play for a while."
"Go away, go away."
Ink & middot; Ruthlessness & middot; Yan turned his head and glared at him. His expression was disgusting. "Don't bother me, hold your sister."
Mo Xiaomo
I think I picked it up from the garbage.
Only my sister was born.
In the heart of the small is too lost, pout a small mouth, decided to go to the mother to complain.
But geese.
Soon, he found his mother in the cave, squinting, dozing, shrinking into a ball, so much bigger than his sister.
"Mother."
"Well?"
"Father only likes his sister, not me."
"No, he likes it all." Ziqianmo moved his body, jumped on his son's shoulder, gently rubbed his son's cheek, "don't think about it."
"He kisses his sister, not me."
"Because Xiaomo is a boy. Two men's kisses, your father just feels uncomfortable
"Well, he doesn't even want to give me the burning sword." Aggrieve ing
"You're too small, that sword is too dangerous, you can't control it, you'll hurt yourself." Ziqianmo patiently explained, trying to help her husband in front of his son, pull back a little favor.
Ziqianmo changed from the state of hairball to the appearance of human beings.
It's the same as before. Even if you have two children, it's beautiful and beautiful, just like a girl. But, a little less angular, two more gentle temperament.
"If Xiaomo wants to learn sword, I'll take you to Jinwu big demon and ask him to help you forge a sword suitable for you."
"OK?, It's better to be a mother. I love my mother most. " Dad, go wash it.
Mo small Mo took the beautiful mother's hand, went to the Jinwu big demon's residence.
If you want to say that this big Jinwu demon lives alone.
It is said that Jinwu demon used to have more than ten brothers. Later, they all died in the battle of the gods, leaving him alone. Every morning, he went to dongbianer on duty on time to spit out two mouthfuls of the true fire of the sun to warm the sky and light up the world.
It's cloudy today.
Jinwu demon doesn't work.
As soon as he walked into his residence, ziqianmo had no time to say hello to the elder brother, when he heard the sound of hammering iron and casting, accompanied by the sound of two men talking.
"What kind of sword does my uncle want?"
"Five year old children can use, not too heavy, not too long, good material." It's Mo Yan's voice, "he's too skinny, and he doesn't need to make too good one for him, so he doesn't have to make trouble everywhere and hurt the people in the demon world and the wasteland."