The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 231: Time comes and goes

Zhang Ye turned around and ran away. The elders in Tiandao Palace didn't immediately pursue the hunt, but looked at each other.

"This hen is pregnant with strange treasures, don't kill for the time being, catch back to the sect, and use the soul search** to discover the secret of the resurrection!"

"Good!"

Seeing Zhang Ye's death and resurrection with his own eyes, the nine ancestors of Tiandao Palace couldn't help but be moved.

Not long after, the nine ancestors caught up with Zhang Ye and stunned him severely. The nine ancestors said, "Why take it back to the sect, and search for the soul now and squeeze him out!"

"Yes, lest there be more dreams at night!"

The nine ancestors couldn't wait to put their hands on Zhang Ye's head, ready to perform the soul search, but at this time, a huge coercion fell from the sky.

"There is a demon!" The nine ancestors, like a big enemy, slammed into the sky with one palm.

However, the sky was empty, and the nine ancestors were puzzled. They clearly sensed that the big demon was coming. Is it wrong to perceive it?

No matter what, please squeeze Zhang Ye dry! Everyone looked back and was stunned. Zhang Ye was surrounded by nine people. At this moment, he was gone!

The backs of the nine ancestors were chilly. Maybe it was the hands and feet of the immortals. They didn't dare to wait any longer, so they hurried to the south to avoid the wind.

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Zhang Ye woke up and found himself lying on a big soft and comfortable bed. The layout of the whole room was full of exotic style, and the air was filled with a touch of sandalwood, which made people relax.

Hey, didn't you get caught by the nine ancestors of the Heavenly Dao Palace? How could you lie here?

Zhang Ye wanted to get up, but the pain hit him and he couldn't help but exhale.

At this moment, a woman in red hurriedly came to Zhang Ye's side: "Zhang Ye, your injury has not healed yet, please don't move."

Zhang Ye looked at the visitor with a look of disbelief, rubbed his eyes to make sure he was right, and then exclaimed: "Red makeup?"

The woman in red is the Murong Hongzhuang who left without saying goodbye in the past. At this moment, she is a little embarrassed, or a little guilty, bowed her head and slightly nodded: "It's me."

Zhang Ye wanted to scold him a few words, but after a long absence, reuniting him again made him feel happy. For a while, he couldn't say anything.

Murong Hongzhuang thought of something, and left the room. Not long after, he came in with a bowl of medicated soup: "Drink it, you will heal faster."

Zhang Ye trusted Murong Hongzhuang from the bottom of his heart, so he wanted to take it and drink it, but he affected his injuries and inconvenient his hands and feet. Murong Hongzhuang gently said: "Don't move, I'll feed you."

"Do you use your mouth?" Zhang Ye asked abruptly.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned, and he laughed out loud. After six years of separation, Zhang Ye's joke brought him closer, as if he had returned to the squabbling days six years ago.

"I want to be beautiful." Murong Hongzhuang groaned, holding the spoon in his tender little hands, feeding Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye swallowed the medicinal soup with a look of enjoyment. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine it was, he swallowed it into his stomach. The warm, painful internal organs seemed to usher in a spring rain in the dry land, and he was recovering quickly.

"Xiao Zhuang, how are you doing these years?" Zhang Ye asked.

Zhang Ye's words were not censure, but concern. This made Murong Hongzhuang very touched, his eyes turned red, and he paused for a moment: "It's okay, how about you?"

"It's quite capable of death." Zhang Ye naively thought that he could destroy the Heavenly Dao Palace, and as a result caused chaos in the world, he himself died several times. Said this, but the evaluation is fair.

Murong Hongzhuang's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, without saying anything, she gave a spoonful of medicinal soup.

Zhang Ye ate it obediently, and suddenly felt that Murong Hongzhuang's appearance was a bit awkward: "I'm not too young, what do I wear on his head!"

Zhang Ye reached out and grabbed the fox ears on Murong's head...

The scene was deadly quiet. In Zhang Ye's heart, ten thousand horses ran by, fucking, what is this, can't I take it down? But it's so soft and comfortable!

Murong Hongzhuang's heart, soul is light, what to do with my ears, if you weren't Zhang Ye, you would have died ten thousand times!

Zhang Ye retracted his hand in embarrassment, and said in a shame: "This headgear is very realistic..."

Murong Hongzhuang thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "This is the symbol of my Tushan Fox Clan, Zhang Ye, I am a demon..."

Zhang Ye took it with a mouth: "I am a ghost, the ghost who was handsome to death by himself..."

Murong Hongzhuang wanted to hit someone: "I didn't make a joke with you."

Next, she told Zhang Ye about her journey through the world and returning to the demon world.

"Are you really a demon?" Zhang Ye trembled.

Murong Hongzhuang lowered his head with inferiority: "I'm sorry, I lied to you for so long."

The surprise in Zhang Ye's eyes slowly turned into gentleness. He reached out and rubbed Murong Hongzhuang's fox ears: "Very cute."

Murong Hongzhuang became stiff, blushing like blood, muttered a few stinky Zhang Ye, but did not avoid him, let him touch his ears, and continued to feed Zhang Ye.

Congratulations with Murong Hongzhuang, suddenly, Zhang Ye caught a glimpse of a sneaky little girl eavesdropping behind the curtain of the door, Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Come out, I saw you."

Murong Hongzhuang turned his head and saw the little girl, beckoning: "Paint, come here."

The little girl was wearing a little red dress. She was five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth. She had two little fox ears on her head. Her watery eyes seemed to be able to talk. She was just one size smaller with red makeup.

Hearing Murong Hongzhuang's call, the little girl hesitated for a moment, walked out from behind the curtain, and quickly threw herself into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, but her curious eyes kept staring at Zhang Ye.

"Your tribe? It's so cute!" Zhang Ye said, thinking the little girl was so cute.

Murong Hongzhuang pursed her lips, bowed her head and said in shame: "She is my daughter."

Zhang Ye's smile became stiff, and he couldn't believe it: "You...are you married?" At this point, Zhang Yexin's head was pierced by 10,000 knives.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned when she saw Zhang Ye's reaction, and then she understood something, a smile in her eyes: "Well, I got married, I got married six years ago."

Married as soon as you separated from yourself? hateful! I have been worried about you all these years in vain! Zhang Ye felt uncomfortable, and he was unwilling to ask: "What do you... what does your husband look like?"

Zhang Ye is slanderous, he is definitely not as handsome as me.

"My husband?" Murong Hongzhuang's face was filled with happiness, "He is a hero of the world. Under his cold appearance, he hides an ardent heart. The world admires him..."

When Zhang Ye heard this, his expression was sad. He was so good that he couldn't match it at all. No wonder Murong Hongzhuang would empathize with him.

Anyway, it was an accident that she and Murong Hongzhuang led the way back then. She now has her own happy family, and she should be blessed.

Zhang Ye held back his heartache, squeezed out a smiling face, looked at the little girl in Murong Hongzhuang's arms, and said softly: "Little girl, what is your name?"

The little girl was a little scared, drilled into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, and did not answer Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said: "Little name painting, big name, Zhang Ruhua."

Picturesque? It seems that the child’s father has the same surname as his own. Zhang Ye smiled bitterly: "Good name."

Murong Hongzhuang saw that Zhang Ye hadn't reacted yet, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She hugged the painting in front of her: "Hua'er, didn't you say you want to see dad? Daddy is here, call someone."

Hua'er's father is here? Zhang Ye looked around hostilely, but wanted to see who was so sacred. He dared to **** my daughter-in-law, and dare to **** my lovely daughter!

Zhang Ye looked around, no one, what's the matter?

Hua'er looked at Zhang Ye with watery eyes. With the encouragement of Murong Hongzhuang, her voice was soft and cute: "Daddy..." After saying that, Hua'er got into Murong Hongzhuang's arms as if he were running away, only one pair was revealed. Curious eyes looked at Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Zhang Ye resembled a thunderstorm, and he pointed his nose in disbelief: "I... my daughter?"

"Hmm..." Murong Hongzhuang nodded gently.

After the shock, Zhang Ye was incoherent with excitement: "Fuck, I'm a father. Fuck, my daughter is so cute. Fuck, I won the bid once..."

Murong Hongzhuang hurriedly covered Hua'er's ears, and said in a huff: "What nonsense?"

Zhang Ye looked at Ruan Meng's paintings and apologized again and again. What he thought of, and fumbled around. The good things were sold by the system to resurrect him, and there was no meeting ceremony.

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and took out the best Wang Ding and Dragon Bone Knife: "Painting, Dad has nothing good, this big pot and shovel are for you to play!"

Duanzi and Ahua were so scared that they were crying and crying. They were treated as cauldrons and shovel. They thought that they would spend the rest of their lives with a child, and their magic career would be bleak...

Murong Hongzhuang rolled Zhang Ye's eyes, and refused: "What are you doing, my family is a talented girl who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy. Who wants your big spatula?"

Zhang Ye thinks about it, too, embarrassingly accepting Wang Ding and bone knife, but he has a look of hope: "Painting, can I give Dad a hug?"

Hua'er was a little scared, Murong Hongzhuang whispered to her, and then Huaer came to Zhang Ye's side shyly: "Daddy, hug..."

Zhang Ye was so cute that he had a nosebleed on his face. He stretched out his hand to pick up the painting, rubbed it hard, and made the painting giggle, and it quickly became a piece.

Murong Hongzhuang was also satisfied when she saw Zhang Ye's daughter slave appearance.

After a long time, Murong Hongzhuang said: "Well, Huaer is going to the school to go to class. I'm late, and my husband has to scold her again."

Although Zhang Ye was reluctant to give up, he had to put down the painting: "If your husband scolds you, dad will beat him."

Murong Hongzhuang was speechless for a while~IndoMTL.com~ It seems that Zhang Ye must not be allowed to take a child in the future. Hua'er looked back three times before leaving the room reluctantly.

Murong Hongzhuang was going to say something like Zhang Ye, not to spoil the child too much, but Zhang Ye pulled Murong Hongzhuang into his arms: "Xiaozhuang, you have worked hard these years."

Murong Hongzhuang's face was dyed with Hongxia, she nestled in Zhang Ye's arms: "When you come, I feel at ease."

For the past six years, Murong Hongzhuang dared not go to see Zhang Ye. She was afraid that Zhang Ye would dislike her as a monster, but silently followed the information of Tiandao City.

When I heard that Zhang Ye was killed by the magical Taoist, Murong Hongzhuang was distraught and left from the demon world, ready to kill the magical Taoist to avenge Zhang Ye. Fortunately, the monster world is a little far away from the Eastern Region, Murong Hongzhuang Before reaching the Heavenly Dao City, the magical Taoist revealed all the secrets, and the Eastern Region was in chaos.

Murong Hongzhuang knew that Zhang Ye was not dead, so he kept looking for him. At the last moment, Murong Hongzhuang found him and rescued Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said that she feels at ease, not only for Zhang Ye's peace, but also for her family, she finally has the backbone.