Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 349 The Hot-tempered Little Demon King
Shen Jue'er planned to give the child a baby name, leaving Mu Jingyuan as the real name.

It's okay to be called Little Demon King all the time, but it's really not good to be a name.

She lost Mu Jingyuan at that time, and she was in great pain, and she was not in the mood to choose a name at all.

Now that she has news from him, she can feel a little relieved.

Shen Jue'er talked with Concubine De for a few words, and then took the little devil out of the house, intending to walk around the village.

Ling Ruoshui and Yu Qiao silently followed behind her.

After sleeping for half a year, if it wasn't for her special constitution, Shen Jue'er would have suspected that she would be paralyzed.

One good thing is that this time because of the long sleep, after waking up, the strength has been fully restored, and it is even stronger than before.

The scenery in the village is very good, the vegetation is lush, and there are farmyards everywhere. At noon, there is smoke from the cooking.

There is a small river in the distance, and in the river, several village women are washing clothes with sticks.

Although Shen Jue'er had stayed in Chaoyang Country for a few years, she always went to the bustling cities. This was the first time she had seen such a small village.

The so-called mysterious Chaoyang Kingdom has also become less mysterious and more simple.

The little devil Xu couldn't find anything to play with, so he kept pulling Shen Jue'er's hair.

Shen Jue'er smiled dotingly, very helplessly, letting him do everything.

Seeing Shen Jue'er and the others, the village woman who washed the clothes suddenly showed panic, packed the tub and clothes in a hurry, and ran away staggeringly.

There are also a few village names passing by, and they are also deliberately kept far away from them.

Shen Jue'er frowned, "What's going on? They seem to be very afraid of us?"

The little devil suddenly giggled, waved his little hands casually, and made a few "bangs", and saw a few deep pits on the ground.

Those village names ran even faster, and a village woman fell down halfway.

The little devil couldn't stop laughing, looking very excited, his big eyes like black grapes were especially juicy.

Shen Jue'er was stunned.

Ling Ruoshui is used to it.

Yu Qiao felt helpless. Seeing that there was no one around, she lowered her voice and explained, "The little master is very talented. He can learn martial arts without a teacher. When he becomes powerful, his servants are no match for him."

Shen Jue'er was dumbfounded, looking at the milk doll in her arms, the bigger child, is it really that powerful?

The little devil bit his finger, looked at Shen Jue'er with big black eyes, with a cute and innocent expression.

"Master, everyone in this village regards the little master as a devil. Several times, they shouted to burn the little master to death. They even went to the village chief..."

"Later, we gave the village head money every month to let him suppress this matter, and it was fine."

Shen Jue'er narrowed her eyes dangerously, she actually wanted to burn her son to death...

"Master, the little master has a special physique. The people in this village are ignorant and afraid of him."

"In order not to cause trouble, we haven't taken him out of the house for a long time. He may be too happy that you took him out today."

"When the little master is happy or unhappy, he will show his might."

"Half a month ago, I thought he was too big, so I didn't need to eat milk, so I didn't let him eat, and then he slammed the door of the house."

Yu Qiao's expression was very helpless, "Little master is small, but his temper is not small at all."

The degree of popularity is far more than that of a king, if he grows up...

Worry just thinking about it.

So I should change my name quickly, and then call him Little Demon King, and he will really become the Demon King.

Shen Jue'er was also a little melancholy, but more proud that his son was born strong and would not be bullied in the future.

But now that the child is too young, it is really not good to be different from ordinary people, so one should keep a low profile.

Shen Jue'er originally planned to take a stroll in the village, but now she lost her mood and walked back with the child in her arms.

(End of this chapter)