Chapter 398 Let go of my mother
"It turns out that I have loved you for thousands of years, but the Immortal Lord Lanming took the lead."

"Now that you know love, you should understand my heart!"

He is an immortal cultivated by Bianhua, and he is called Immortal Shahua.

She is a fairy cultivated from a blood lotus, known as the Red Lotus Fairy.

They were friends for thousands of years in the upper realm, but they wanted to chase her after all the calamities in the lower realm.

She didn't want to be chased by Lan Ming and gave birth to two children.

But so what, they are impossible, but as a friend, he has a better chance.

Yang Qingqing pushed him away, turned around with a flick of her sleeves, and turned her back to Xianjun Shahua: "Those are already in the past, Shahua, I already know love, but I don't want to love, I hope we will always be just friends. I want to be so chic for the rest of my life.”

Xianjun Shahua walked up to Yang Qingqing and asked her to look at him: "You and I are both immortals of flower cultivation, and we both like the unfettered life so much, why don't you try to accept me?"

"Love can't be forced!" Yang Qingqing's eyes were devoid of emotion.

"How do you know it's not suitable if you don't try it?" Xianjun Shahua put his arms around Yang Qingqing's waist, and bent down to kiss her lips.

He wanted to do this for thousands of years, but he just wanted to wait until she got enlightened.

But when she finally got the hang of it, she fell in love with someone else.

Now that she no longer has anyone in her heart, then he has a chance.

Picking up Yang Qingqing's pointed chin, the hand feels as delicate as if it were made of jade.

Yang Qingqing was stunned, her jaw was controlled by Lord Shahua and she couldn't avoid it, she didn't know what to do.

Just when their lips were about to touch...

A doll ran between the two of them, and said in a childish voice, "Let go of my mother!"

Xianjun Shahua was slightly stunned, thinking: Where did the baby come from in this Tiangong.

Then there was a pain in his leg, and his face darkened slightly.

Let go of Yang Qingqing, but saw a two-year-old milk baby biting his leg.

Xianjun Shahua couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and looked at Yang Qingqing in doubt: "Chilian, is this your son?"

Yang Qingqing looked at her cute baby, who was still holding Xianjun Shahua's thigh and biting it. She bent down and patted Xiaoshuaishuai's head: "Hey, don't bite, let uncle go!"

Xiao Shuai Shuai let go, with wet saliva sticking to the corner of his mouth, he muttered: "Mother, this uncle's skin is so thick, Shuai Shuai can't bite it."

Xianjun Shahua's face turned black and then red when he said a word.

But when he thought about it, if he wanted to marry his mother, he had to please this little one first, so as not to leave a bad impression on him.

Xianjun Sha Hua found some snacks from the space ring, took them out, squatted down, and Yaozhi's eyes smiled: "Xiao Shuai Shuai, uncle gave you snacks!"

Xiaoshuaishuai glanced at the snacks, he really wanted to eat them, licked his lips, hesitated: "Mother said that you can't just eat things from strangers!"

"Eat! Shuai Shuai, uncle is not a bad person!" Xianjun Sha Hua reached out and patted Shuai Shuai's fluffy head.

Xiaoshuaishuai glanced at Yang Qingqing and asked her opinion.

Yang Qingqing looked at Xiaoshuaishuai's eyes that yearned for red and food, how could she bear to refuse.

Reluctantly said: "If you want to eat, then go ahead!"

Xiaoshuaishuai showed a smiling face, took the snacks and ran to the side, holding them in his little hands and eating happily.

He completely forgot about his own mother.

Yang Qingqing cursed inwardly: Son without a heart, others will sell his wife for a little snack.

The corner of Xianjun Shahua's mouth curled into a demonic smile, looking at Xiaoshuaishuai's small body.

"Chilian, give me a baby too!" He said shamelessly.

(End of this chapter)

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