Lately, Ye Qingxian had also been thinking about how to permanently deal with the enemies in the Sky Curtain. Being hounded by these people like a clump of sticky glue was no way to live.
On her way back to her cave abode, she unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure.
Ye Xiaoyao was holding one little one by each hand. Ye Zhaoxuan, on her left, was very well-behaved, while Ye Ranxing, on her right, kept struggling with her little hand. After failing to break free, she was dragged along with an unwilling look on her face. Ye Qingxian saw that the three of them were headed for a place on Heavenly Sword Peak that was something like a playground for parents and children.
"Ye Xiaoyao, let go of me."
"Who said you could hold the hand of this Fallen Angel?" Ye Ranxing was stubborn as could be, even shouting rebellious words as she walked.
I stopped and looked at her. "You won't even let Mom hold your hand?"
Ye Ranxing snorted. "You're not—"
Before she could finish, Ye Qingxian rapped her on the head, raising a big bump.
"You're disobedient and disrespectful to your mother." Ye Qingxian regarded her coldly. "You deserve a spanking."
Seeing her mother again, Ye Ranxing had expected a hug. Instead, she had even been hit. Feeling terribly wronged, she spread her black wings and prepared to fly off somewhere she could be alone, never to be seen by anyone again.
When I saw Ye Qingxian appear, I let go of Ye Ranxing's hand and took the initiative to ask, "Senior Sister, are you busy right now?"
At the sight of this, Ye Ranxing suddenly stopped flapping her wings. Countless hopes shone in her eyes.
Who knew that she would be met with a look of deep