That little expression waiting for Ling Yun's praise was truly both heart-rending and funny.
"Ling Yun, how is our daughter?" An Qing asked in a daze. Just moments earlier when the little one had an accident, her entire heart was suspended as though she were losing everything, and her eyes were red and swollen.
"She's fine now, don't worry. I am here for everything."
Ling Yun supported An Qing, and she buried her head into his chest, her hands tightly clutching the little one and Little Irene in her arms.
The Goddess of Life also asked, "King of Hell, I... I couldn't do anything... I don't know what happened either. Is the little one really all right?"
"It's not your fault. Say no more, let's go back."
Ling Yun's feet instantly filled with black Qi, and a black hole travel brought them right back to Long Beibei Paradise in Years City.
Little Irene continuously channeled Phoenix Force, her face turning pale as paper, yet she refused to stop, expending the Phoenix Force as though it cost nothing.
To say she was fine was a lie; Ling Yun was merely comforting An Qing.
"An Qing, you're tired... Hand her over to me. Take good care of Beibei and Little Irene. With me here, don't worry."
As he spoke, Ling Yun picked up Little Irene and channeled stream after stream of Holy Light into her. She instantly became as excited as if she'd been pumped with adrenaline, her little face flushed red—the benefits of the Holy Light were simply too great.
Then, ignoring An Qing's reaction entirely, he picked up the little one in his arms and walked into the room.
An Qing knew it certainly couldn't be that simple. She immediately collapsed to the ground, covering her mouth and weeping; she