"This big fat woman is me?"
Di Zhao examined himself in the mirror and praised, "She has quite a bit of masculine spirit!"
He caught sight of baby Di Hu charging toward them like an avalanche and tsunami. Without a second thought, he scooped up little girl Su Yun and ran.
Behind them, baby Di Hu drooled from the corner of his mouth and grabbed a house, hurling it at them. His brute strength was boundless; though he had an infant's body, he possessed unimaginable power!
Di Zhao leaped and bounded like flying, hastily springing aside. However, trapped in reincarnation, all his cultivation had vanished without a trace. He now had a mortal body and was far less nimble than before.
If he made even the slightest mistake and was crushed to death by baby Di Hu, he would likely truly die in this strange reincarnation.
Little girl Su Yun said in an old-fashioned tone, "Though I cannot use my cultivation, my Mysterious Iron Bell is still here. As long as we hear the bell ringing in the sky, it means it is time for us to enter the next reincarnation. The premise is that we must survive until then!"
Di Zhao set him on his shoulder and raced forward, asking, "How many reincarnations have you experienced?"
Little girl Su Yun replied, "Not many. This is the eight hundredth."
Di Zhao was startled. He had originally thought Su Yun had only gone through reincarnation a few times, but he had never expected it to have already happened so many times.
To make no mistakes through eight hundred reincarnations was truly too difficult.
"Actually, for Di Hu and me, we have always been in the first reincarnation."
Little girl Su Yun said unhurriedly, "When we entered the first reincarnation, Di Hu