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Fishy's chest violently rose and fell. This stinking brat had never let anyone off with his mouth. He really didn't know what he had done in his previous life.

Nezha's eyes were shining as he stared at the high ground. That was his granary.

Xiaoyu looked down and saw Nezha's vulgar eyes. She was so angry that she almost died. She abruptly stood up and walked outside.

"Beauty, beauty, don't go. I'm still hungry." The little Nezha saw that she was about to leave in a hurry.

Xiaoyu turned around and looked at him condescendingly, "Do you understand? If we travel here, you can try to change the minds of the people here. But first, you have to adapt to the environment, and no matter what era, loyalty and filial piety are worth advocating. If you forget even the bare minimum standards of being a human, then what is the point of having a living person? "

Little Fishy was provoked today, but Lu Buwei suffered a grudge because of her kindness. She was just about to give up her conscience and start acting selfishly, not wanting to meet little Nezha who was even more selfish than her.

What should he do as a person?

The little Nezha saw that Little Fishy left on her own and laid on the bed in a daze. Was this really the situation of a godly horse?

Night Nine came in and was shocked by Nezha's sparkling eyes, "Where's your mother?"

Little Nezha pursed his lips and started to howl again.

"Stop, I don't have any milk."

The little Nezha heard it and quickly stopped talking. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm going in, I can't even feed my son anymore. Daddy, I'm so hungry."

Night Nine looked at little Nezha, "How rare, you actually dared to call me daddy." Night Nine swung his wheelchair into the back room.

Little Nezha was stunned. Did he call him daddy? Sigh, that's not right. He's already calling me daddy, why is he ignored me? I'm hungry.

Nine Night Demon went in and saw Little Fishy lying on the bed in a daze with her eyes wide open. He rolled his wheelchair forward to the bedside, stood up, sat on the bed and nudged her, "Little Fishy, did Little Nezha make you angry again?"

Little Fishy suddenly sat up, hugging Night Nine's waist, "Little Nine, hug me tight."

The two of them lay on the bed with their arms around each other. The atmosphere was warm and tranquil.

Time flew by, second by second, but no one was willing to waste it.

This was the first time Nezha thought about such a philosophical question. Not only did he have to recognize the truth and recognize that stinking woman as his mother, he also had to learn how to flatter and flatter this woman.

The problem was that he had found the crux of the problem, but he couldn't call Little Fishy over. He took a deep breath and started circulating his dantian. "Wahh ~ ~ ~ ~

Night Nine and Fishy looked at each other, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Just feed him." Even though he swore in his heart that he would rather throw this little monster, who was fighting with him, out of the ninth heaven, he was still Little Fishy and his blood and bones. The crystallization of their love, he could only think about it and never carry it out.

Little Fishy pouted and sat up to put on her shoes. God knows if this little evildoer was her son, but she actually dared to question whether she was his biological mother. As a mother, she wasn't scared to death by this evildoer and was already an Amitabha. Being able to speak wasn't anything to be afraid of, but, whose son would tease this old lady?

"That brat is lacking in training, but the current him can't ask anyone to teach him. Little Nine, you have to put in a lot of effort." Little Fishy put on her shoes, then turned to look at Night Nine.

"Naturally." Nezha was also his child.

"Then I'll go take a look first. Don't come over here yet." Little Fishy hesitated.

After all, if two people were to be together, it was very easy for them to be separated.

Night Nine nodded, and Fishy kissed him on the cheek, "Little Nine, I was very sad today, thanks to you."

Nine Night Demon looked at the little fish as they walked. She pulled up her hair and reached out her hand to caress the place where she had kissed the little fish. Little fish, I also feel at ease with you.

"Mother, good mother, I know I was wrong." Seeing Fishy, Nezha, who was crying, immediately stopped howling. A man must be able to bend his back and stretch his arms in order to drink milk.

"I really don't know what you did in the past. You little hoodlum, from today onwards, from now on, forget about your previous life and work hard to live today and work hard for tomorrow, do you understand?" Fishy reached out her hand to pinch Nezha's face, looking a little worried.

Traveling through these kinds of things was quite harmful to others, causing one to be unable to have children while being unable to have parents.

She, Little Nezha, was clearly born in October, but because she had the thought of her previous life, she was a little against herself and Little Jiu, so how could they bear it? If she had a choice, she wouldn't want a son who had never tasted Grandma Meng's soup, and would have been born ten years earlier.

"Got it." Damn, I've never seen such a long-winded woman. It's so annoying to have to talk about such things while eating milk. Nezha cursed to himself, but he was still very obedient on the surface.

Seeing that he was listening, Little Fishy unbuttoned her shirt with satisfaction. Nezha's eyes lit up. My box lunch, my grain depot, I'm coming.

No matter what he said, it would all be nonsense. Only drinking milk was a big matter that could not be missed.

The mother and son both felt that they had compromised. They finally finished feeding one to the other.

Little Fishy carried Little Nezha into the inner room. Nine Night Demon held a book in her hands, but she didn't read a single word. Seeing the two of them, he put down the book with a smile and watched Little Fishy walk in.

Xiaoyu walked in front of him and stuffed Nezha into his arms, "Lil 'Jiu, I don't care if his stomach is full, or his head is full. If his head isn't full, then we'll punish his stomach."

"Nope." The little Nezha complained.

"Although you have the body of an infant, you have lived for several decades. You might even have more experience than your father. You can't be an idiot, right? If you want to admit that you're an idiot, then you don't need to learn." Little Fishy used the method of provocation, using a voice that only she and Little Nezha could hear.

How outrageous! A scholar could be killed but not humiliated. He was an extremely intelligent and beloved child prodigy, yet he was actually looked down upon. This was truly too much.

"I'll learn." Nezha clenched his teeth. He had to prove to this woman that he had a son like her. It was her fortune to have him, so he had to make this woman have a whole new level of respect for him.

The little Nezha clenched his fists and swore. He couldn't help but feel discouraged when he thought of how the things he wanted to learn were completely different from what he had learned in his previous world.

The corners of Little Fishy's mouth lifted up imperceptibly. What was this technique called? Please.