Little Glutton had definitely been led astray by the Black Donkey!
As the saying went, one who stayed near vermilion turned red, while one who stayed near ink turned black. Little Glutton had been led around by the Black Donkey for a time back then—he must have learned bad habits from that Despicable Donkey!
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" The Black Donkey was squatting on its seat and stuffing itself. Seeing everyone turn toward it, it wore a baffled look, but immediately struck a coy pose. "So you all admire me!"
"Get lost!"
The women all snapped at once. This Despicable Donkey was utterly shameless; give it three shades of color and it would open a dye shop. It absolutely could not be indulged.
"Who would have thought Little Glutton used to be such an adorable child!"
"He's not adorable at all now!"
"It's all that Despicable Donkey's fault!"
The Black Donkey rolled its eyes and continued eating. "If you like him so much, why don't you have one with brat Zhou?"
At those words from the Despicable Donkey, not only did the women's gazes turn mournful, but Zhou Dinghai and Zhao Kexin also looked toward Zhou Heng. Their son had become so accomplished that they no longer had any greater hopes for him. If there was one flaw in the jade, it was that they still had no grandchild to hold!
A chill immediately ran through Zhou Heng's entire body. It was not that he did not want children, but the higher a martial artist's realm, the harder it was to reproduce. Otherwise, with an immortal's vast lifespan, how many descendants could one have?
"Hahaha, I happen to have a few secret prescriptions that guarantee you a big, fat son!" The Fire God Furnace joined