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In a short while, many people crowded around the teahouse so that not even a drop of water could leak out.

Yun Jinxiu lifted his hand to wipe off the water droplets on Xiao Huhu's body. Then, he lifted his eyelashes and locked onto Yun Ruoqing with a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Ah!" "This child!" Nangong Zhi suddenly cried out in alarm.

Yun Ruoqing's heart turned cold when he was being stared at by Yun Jinxiu, he took the opportunity to shift his gaze away, and when his gaze landed on Xiao Huhu, he frowned: "What's wrong with this child?"

Even though she was infuriated, she had to admit that this child was a bit too beautiful.

"Previously, I heard from my brother that Yun Jinxiu has a child, could it be this?" Nangong Zhi said while covering his mouth.

Yun Ruoqing opened his eyes wide: "Child? Yun Jinxiu, do you even have any shame? She suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Could it be the demon fox?"

"You, what nonsense are you spouting!" Yun Ling was furious, this woman could even make up such a thing, what kind of nonsense was this!

Yun Ruoqing sneered: "I'm spouting nonsense? "Then where did this child come from?"

Yun Ling was suddenly stumped, he couldn't possibly reveal the identity of the Lord Demon Fox, and for a moment, he couldn't think of any good excuses.

"Heh, Yun Jinxiu, the rules of our Yun Clan s have always been strict. Return the divine tool and the nine forbidden spells right now, or else I will report this to the clan elder, saying that you don't know your place and that you are a water Yang Hua, just like your mother, a scum … "

"Pah!"

Suddenly, a lotus seed head smashed into Yun Ruoqing's face.

The sudden pain made Yun Ruoqing's vision go black, and he continued to stagger backwards.

Before Yun Ling could regain his senses, the sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, and he immediately walked out.

The surrounding voices suddenly quietened down, and everyone looked in astonishment at the child who was dragging a longsword towards Yun Ruoqing …

She was no more than three years old, and the way she dragged her sword was even somewhat cute. However, for some reason, a layer of chilliness appeared in everyone's heart.

Yun Jinxiu raised his hand and landed on Xiao Huhu's Little Red Hat, and said in a low voice: "I'll take care of it."

Yun Ruoqing finally regained her senses and she suddenly covered her bleeding nose, flustered and exasperated: "Damned child! You actually dared to hit me! "

She struggled to get up, but suddenly pulled out her sword, and suddenly thrusted at Xiao Huhu, only to hear a clear "clang" sound. The sword in her hand flew out, and a thin sword blade landed on her neck.

Yun Ruoqing's body suddenly stiffened.

Yun Jinxiu slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Do our sisters even need to fight with swords?" A soft and gentle voice that was as light as water was transmitted over. The hand that was in front of the cold sword slowly emitted a hint of blood.

"Jinsi, your hand!" Nangong Zhi suddenly exclaimed.

"I'm fine." Yun Jinse unknowingly swept across the blood bead, a white light flashed on his palm, causing the wound to close up. Then, Eyebrows raised his head and laughed: "Embroidery, look who's here."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Yun Ruoqing away from her, and Jian Qiao, who was behind her, completely appeared in front of Yun Jinxiu.

Both of Jian Qiao's eyes were filled with tears. Her hands were nervous as she gripped the handkerchief tightly and took a quick step forward. When she saw that Yun Jinxiu did not put down the cold sword, she couldn't help but stop and said with a trembling voice, "Embroidery … "My child …"

Yun Jinxiu's expression slowly became cold. She casually threw it away, and with a "ka" sound, the cold sword entered the sheath on Yun Ling's waist. She turned around, picked up Xiao Huhu and started walking.

"Embroidery!" Jian Qiao's face turned white, she anxiously stepped forward, "Are you still not willing to forgive me?"

Yun Jinxiu's footsteps did not stop as he continued to walk forward. On the other hand, Yun Ling, who was at the side, widened his eyes in shock.

What was going on?

Wasn't the embroidery mother dead?

Who was this woman?

Why did she call herself a beautiful mother?

"What are you waiting for?" Yun Jinxiu coldly glanced at Yun Ling.

Yun Ling shuddered, he suddenly regained his senses and without thinking much, started to follow Yun Jinxiu.

But in the next moment, Yun Jinse blocked their path, her voice still soft and light: "Jin Xiu, my aunt thinks so much of you, day and night.

Behind him, Jian Qiao couldn't help but cry.

That voice contained many emotions that Yun Jinxiu did not want to understand.

Yun Jinxiu thought that she was indeed a cold and detached person. Towards that crying sound, she could not have the slightest bit of pity.

Yun Jinxiu did not turn back, and only coldly spoke: "My mother died when I was very young."

She didn't have much memories of that woman in her memories. She only knew that the woman who left earlier didn't leave any traces in her life. However, she had given her life, a benevolent father, and a warm home.

If she was still alive, she thought, she would be a mother. At least she wouldn't be pushed into the abyss of despair.

She could not change her past, but she could sever the shackles of her past.

"Embroidery, I know I'm sorry. I know you've suffered a lot and suffered a lot, but …" Mother was also unable to control herself! " Jian Qiao's teary voice sounded, "Embroidery, I know you are blaming me …"

Yun Jinxiu suddenly turned around, and his gaze landed on the woman's face that was covered in tears: "My mother died in childbirth, so my father dragged me up with his broken leg. He is very weak, and when facing power, he has no choice but to endure humiliation, in order to protect my family and me. He dotes on me, loves me, and leaves me with the best he can get. He will not care about his own life in order to save me, he will be heartbroken from losing me. He won't think that I'm a burden, and he won't deny me the right to live due to the difficulties of reality … Who are you? "

Jian Qiao slowly opened his eyes wide and looked at her stiffly. Looking at the child who had grown up, his gaze was cold and tender.

She … Was it really brocade?

So strange... That kind of decisiveness!

Jian Qiao felt cold all over her body, she was like a drowning man, her heart was hurt so badly that it was like a sharp stone in front of her chest, the pain made her unable to breathe.

"I... Embroidery... "Sorry, sorry …" Jian Qiao felt his heart shattering.

"Forgive me for not accepting this." The words were cold and indifferent to the bone. Without another word, she walked forward.

"Aunt!" Yun Jinse suddenly exclaimed.

Yun Jinxiu's eyelashes drooped, but she did not stop, and continued walking.

"I'll carry the child." When he brushed shoulders with Chu Mengxun, he said in a low voice.

When he saw this scene, he suddenly felt that he really couldn't understand this woman.

That Jian Qiao, didn't seem to be putting on an act. However, it was as if Yun Jinxiu was watching a play with a cold heart.

If he wasn't a stranger, how could he have achieved such a state?