Supreme Demon Lotus

What Ling Yun said was actually true, yet Qianqian possessed a divine artifact skirt, so these circumstances would not happen; minor injuries were simply unavoidable.

Ling Yun withdrew the formation, his gaze looking toward the distant sky as he grew pensive.

The little one woke up, neither crying nor making a fuss. She already wielded the Blood Dragon Yuan with ease and knew instantly where Ling Yun was.

Oh!

What was her daddy doing?

The little one had questions in her heart, her small hand pinching her chin with a deeply contemplative look.

Then her eyes rolled around sneakily, and she covered her mouth with a soft giggle. She turned invisible to go play with her daddy.

First, she tickled the palm of Ling Yun's hand as it rested behind his back, just like scratching an itch.

Ling Yun's fingers twitched slightly while the little one had the time of her life playing.

In a moment she had painted several of Ling Yun's fingers red with a paintbrush.

Only then did she lift her invisibility and call out, "Daddy!"

Ling Yun chuckled inwardly, turning back to look at her. "What is it?"

The little one put on a great act, even pretending to gasp in surprise. "Daddy's face is dirty!"

"Where?"

"Here." The little one poked her right cheek with her small hand.

Ling Yun pinched her right cheek with his hand and smiled. "Here?"

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!" The little one seemed to think something was not quite right. Why was her daddy smiling?

"Wuwu, wipe it off, you're not pretty anymore."

Having reacted, she began to cry, her tiny fists rubbing hard against her eye sockets.

The little one had failed to trick her daddy and instead got tricked herself; her face definitely had the red from the paintbrush on