Ouyang pulled Leng Qingsong out of the yellow sand. To keep him from sinking back into it, Ouyang had no choice but to carry him in his arms.
The young Great Sword Cultivator who had just been slaughtering foes on all sides now lay shyly in his elder brother's arms, being carried like a princess.
"E-Elder Brother, could you put me down?" Leng Qingsong whispered in Ouyang's arms, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Huh? Put you down? So you can get stuck in the sand again and start sniveling?" Ouyang looked down at Leng Qingsong in surprise.
For a moment, Leng Qingsong had no idea what to say. He had clearly come to save his elder brother, yet his elder brother had ended up saving him!
Looking at Leng Qingsong, who wanted to die of embarrassment, Ouyang snorted with laughter. "What are you getting shy about, kid? I used to dress you when you were little. You were such a tiny little bean, and now you've grown this big in the blink of an eye!"
Unfortunately, they were in the Nine Hells. Otherwise, Ouyang would absolutely have used a Recording Stone to capture Leng Qingsong bawling his eyes out earlier!
At Ouyang's words, Leng Qingsong's expression froze slightly, then he smiled. "Yes. So many years have passed in a flash. Once, I had to depend on you to survive, Elder Brother, but now I can help you too!"
You can help me? Who was sniveling just now?
Looking at Leng Qingsong's smug face.
Ouyang rocked Leng Qingsong in his arms and crooned, "Hush, hush, hush, go to sleep. If the old cat comes, I'll give it a beating!"
As though patting a baby to sleep, Ouyang sang out a silly Children’s Rhyme to soothe an infant.
Hearing