Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 672 Are you going to piss me off, this little biscuit (11)

"Yuzhi, how about we go play chess?" Xiangcai stood shivering in the cold wind. He suddenly remembered that there was a heater in this guy's study.

"No, I'll wait for her to finish shedding." Liang Yuzhi looked in the direction of the door and stood motionless in the cold wind.

"Oh." Coriander was very disappointed. It seemed that she was going to be frozen, and the child would not be able to shed for a while. In short, I still hope that everything goes well.

Once the cold wind passed, it began to snow in Palace Yurong.

Two men with very different styles stood in the light snow, their heads gradually turning gray, and not far away, Fairy Tong was still sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom.

It seems that the rain, snow, wind and frost are not to be feared at all.

It wasn't until the morning of the second day that the red light in the house gradually dissipated. Liang Yuzhi immediately opened the door and walked into the house, followed by the Coriander God.

The originally turquoise snake on the bed is now almost transparent green, a very light color, and it seems that the whole snake is much gentler.

Xiangcai wanted to take a closer look, but was suddenly blocked by an opaque barrier!
He was a little puzzled, but after thinking about it, he became clear—snakes who shed their skin often turn into human forms after everything is over. During this process, they have no clothes.

Liang Yuzhi, a stingy guy, naturally couldn't let others see him.

On the bed, a six or seven-year-old girl was lying quietly, with delicate features, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

"It grows very slowly." He chuckled, pulled a piece of fine fabric, and measured it on the girl's body. He only pulled it a few times, and it turned into a beautiful little skirt.

"Hmm..." The girl frowned, her long eyelashes fluttered twice, and then she opened her eyes. She looked at the clothes in Liang Yuzhi's hands that were many sizes too big, and asked in confusion, "Why do you have a small skirt..."

With clear articulate and fluent pronunciation, without the slightest hindrance, she sat up all of a sudden, clutching her throat—how can she speak?

This body doesn't seem to be the same as before. Also, what is that ugly green crumpled thing at the foot of the bed?
"You can talk now." He sighed softly and handed the skirt to the girl. "Does that mean I can also dress myself?"

Wen Ling took it, blinked, looked at his naked body, sighed, and put on his clothes in front of the god without hesitation.

"Dad, that coriander plant seems to be withering from sadness." She put on her little skirt and forced herself to ignore the other party's perverted gaze. She said this to divert the other party's attention.

"What are you calling me?" He widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Father." The girl yelled confidently, feeling nothing wrong at all. After she came out of the egg, the first thing she saw was this pervert. Although she didn't want to admit it, the other party was probably her blood relative, so... …

"Shouting Shenjun." He didn't know how much Wen Ling's sanity had recovered, so he didn't ask the other party to call his name directly, or waited.

And the coriander turned into its original form and stood in the middle of the bedroom, snoring with its head tilted.

"Shenjun, Uncle Coriander..."

"Don't care about him, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" Liang Yuzhi asked, and even reached out to rest on the girl's forehead.

It's not hot, it's cold, and the body temperature has returned to normal.

"I'm not tired." Wen Ling squeezed his small fists, feeling full of strength all over his body, as if he had been rebuilt again.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, holding the little girl in his arms.

Wen Ling was a little awkward, but he didn't dare to reveal it, "I'm not hungry, I was full before."

"Then go out for a walk?" He suggested casually.

"it is good!"

　Third update today.

　　No need to run at night because of the rain...

　　emmmmm
　　Hurry up with homework, and a life without homework is incomplete.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)