The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

    When Ling Zixi returned home, she was greeted by the two little babies who were obediently at home.

    Fortunately, nothing happened to the babies at home.

    It won't work...Once you go out, the children will be alone at home.

    "Are you hungry?" Ling Zixi touched the heads of her two sons.

    Bai Xiaozhi and Bai Xiaosi pursed their lips and shook their heads, Ling Zixi looked sideways and couldn't help laughing.

    The two little babies ate all the medicine pills and were hiccups.

    But the pills are pills, Ling Zixi stood up: "Daddy will cook for you."

    "Daddy, let's help you!" Bai Xiaosi and Bai Xiaozhi followed Ling Zixi to the kitchen with their calves.

    Daddy's belly has become a bit obvious recently, and the two little ones are afraid of tiring daddy.

    Bai Xiaosi and Bai Xiaozhi still remember the teleportation technique that Lao Buxiu gave them, and they used the spell to direct the vegetables to come to their father, and they had a lot of fun.

    Ling Zixi finished the meal, and the family gathered to eat together. Ling Zixi felt a little tired, so she leaned on her waist and lay on the bed thinking about something.

    Seeing the heavy purple today is too smooth...

    But when Chongzi saw him, he said that he knew himself. It is estimated that with the intelligence strength of Tingyulou, Chongzi already knew a lot about himself.

    It seems that Chong Zi also wants to cooperate with herself.

    Besides, the heavy purple is different from the rumors...

    Ling Zixi thought of this, broke away from her thoughts, and looked at the two little sons who were lying on the windowsill and playing by the table.

    As a result... Ling Zixi saw a pink and white little fox with a black beard and a black chin looking at him.

    That black...is the ink.

    Bai Xiaosi not only got ink on his chin, but also got ink on his little pink claws, turning into a little pink-black fox.

    Seeing Daddy looking at him, Bai Xiaosi tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and grinned at Daddy, like a silly Erha…

    Ling Zixi:…

    Because Zhier was addicted to talismans recently, Ling Zixi set up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table for Zhier to draw talismans.

    Just now, Bai Xiaozhi was sitting on a chair and drawing talismans, while Bai Xiaosi turned into a little fox and played with his brother.

    Then, Bai Xiaosi stepped his little paw into the ink.

    Ling Zixi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she got up and got out of bed and came to her two sons. Bai Xiaosi saw Daddy coming, and raised her paws to rush into Daddy's arms.

    Ling Zixi pinched her son's calf to prevent her son from touching his clothes, but his son is really funny...

    The energetic little fox is the cutest.

    Bai Xiaozhi turned his head sideways, holding a talisman paper in his hand, and said to Ling Zixi, "Dad, look at the talisman drawn by my brother!"

    Ling Zixi pinched the calf of the younger son, looked down at the talisman paper in the hand of the second son, and saw a small fox ball printed on the talisman paper, and the five A round ball is printed on it, four small and one large, very cute and very...

      look.

    "Well, my son is amazing!" Ling Zixi patted Bai Xiaosi's hairy head and picked up his son's talisman, "Let's hang your 'claw talisman' on the wall! Si'er will also make talismans!"

    Ling Zixi grabbed her son from under the armpit of the little fox with one hand, and held a talisman with a foxball print on the wall in the other hand: "'Claw talisman', power is cuteness attack!"

    "Ow!" Bai Xiaosi was hugged by his father, his legs dangling in the air, listening to his father say this, he looked very proud.

    Ling Zixi pasted her son's little paw print and patted it on the wall twice: "Hmph, let me see who can resist the attack of the cute claw."

    "Hehe." Bai Xiaosi twisted in Daddy's arms, almost going to heaven.

    "Go, Daddy will take you to take a bath." Ling Zixi said while carrying her son.

    Ling Zixi warmed the water with her fox fire, poured it into the small bathtub, and put her son in it.

    Bai Xiaosi was covered in ink, and was unhappy when he was put into the bathtub by his father, and the water was all over the floor.

    Ling Zixi laboriously rubbed Xiangyi on her son, rubbed and rubbed, and put three times the usual amount, and then barely washed her son's black hair to cover the smell of ink .

    "Ugh..." Bai Xiaosi was tired, lying in the bathtub and letting his father rub, his big eyes looked at his father wetly, his eyelashes were like snow.

    Ling Zixi washed her son, wrapped it in a towel, and carried her son to the bed.

    "Sleep!" Ling Zixi put Bai Xiaosi on the cot and called out to the second son who drew a lantern, "Zhi'er, rest."

    Bai Xiaozhi often draws into the night, and he is very focused. It can be said that he works very hard.

    This is very good, and I will work hard to study it. Ling Zixi felt that even if Zhier's intelligence was damaged, with such perseverance, he would not worry about not being able to achieve a great career.

    However...he also boiled medicine for Bai Xiaozhi recently, it seems that the effect is not so good? It was very effective a few days ago.

    Is it because the effect of the medicine has been reduced?

    Ling Zixi couldn't figure it out.

    However, he still had to boil the medicine for his son and slowly warm it until he found all the antidote.

    The night passed, Ling Zixi packed up the medicinal pills, put them in different categories in the space, and then prepared to go to Tingyulou to deliver the batch of medicinal pills.

    When Ling Zixi stepped into the barrier of Tingyulou, she stretched out her hand to catch the rain around her, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

    The rain drops on the palm of the hand, as if it were real.

    Chongzi came out at some point and covered the purple oil-paper umbrella over Ling Zixi's head.

    "Is this rain really created by the formation?" Ling Zixi asked, looking at the raindrops pouring down from the top of the umbrella.

    "Naturally." Chongzi took Ling Zixi towards the bamboo building, "If you are interested, I can show you the composition of the formation."

    "No...No need." Ling Zixi said nervously, this formation is the secret of Tingyulou, right? Chongzi actually wanted to show it to himself...

    I know too much but I will be silenced, Ling Zixi shivered and quickly refused.

    Chongzi chuckled lightly and took Ling Zixi through the bamboo building. This time, Chongzi did not bring Ling Zixi into the building, but went straight through and came to the courtyard inside .

    The stone table is very large, Ling Zixi looked down and found a lot of calligraphy and paintings on it...and a copybook.

    The words on this copybook are dashing and handsome, giving people a sense of ease and freedom, and it is obviously a heavy purple handwriting.

    "You... actually wrote a copybook?" Ling Zixi said in surprise.

    Although Chongzi preached to himself, Ling Zixi really thought he was just killing time.

    I didn't expect to be so dedicated.

    "Since I want to teach." Chongzi came to Ling Zixi and picked up the copybook, "Do your best."

    "Thank you, Master..." Ling Zixi blurted out and wanted to call him "Master", but she felt it was inappropriate, so she changed her words, "Thank you, Master..."

    "You can call me Chongzi." Chongzi whispered in Ling Zixi's ear, her voice curling in the sound of the rain, like a dream.

    "I..."

    "Come on." Before Ling Zixi could react, Chongzi put the copybook aside, and then spread the white rice paper in front of Ling Zixi, "According to the strokes on the copybook, slowly Slow down."

    Chongzi corrected Ling Zixi's movements: "Writing, you should hold the pen like this..."

    "Okay..."

    Ling Zixi practiced calligraphy according to the strokes on the copybook.

    In the lower right corner of each painting, the name of Zhongzi is written.

    Master is more powerful!

    No matter what, Chongzi taught herself, and in Ling Zixi's heart, Chongzi is a good teacher.

    Ling Zixi handed over 300 medicinal pills to Chongzi in Tingyu Building, and practiced the calligraphy for another hour before Chongzi sent Ling Zixi to leave.

    Ling Zixi resisted the urge to slap Bai Xiaosi's little butt, grabbed her son and took a bath before giving up.

    Next, Ling Zixi came behind Bai Xiaozhi and looked at the talisman drawn by the second son. Unexpectedly, it was not a symbol that Fu Shi often drew, but a pattern of formation...

    "Zhi'er, why do you draw like this?" Ling Zixi asked.

    "I like it." Bai Xiaozhi replied with two words, and continued to focus on drawing the unfinished talisman.

    "..." It is unheard of to draw an array on the talisman, but Ling Zixi thinks, what if there is any miraculous effect?

    Even if there is none, these talismans should be bought for my son's drawing paper!

    At night, Ling Zixi was holding two little foxes on the bed and drawing cards in her mind.

    Now that everything has settled, and I have made a lot of money, I only have to improve my strength, protect my sons, and find an antidote for them.

 Happy to protect my sons.

    The strong are respected. Without strength, they are nothing.

    Ling Zixi decided to go to the bookstore tomorrow to look for a solution to the poison and a suitable cultivation method.

    But... I went to the bookstore by myself, and I wanted to keep my sons. Ling Zixi wanted to take the sons to the old temple of Chenfeng, or give them to Shao Zijin to take care of them.

    My sons are alone, I really don’t feel relieved!

    Before that, Ling Zixi looked at her remaining 500 points and decided to draw a card and a few more wings.

    After entering the small secret realm and obtaining Qianchencao, I earned another 300 points. At present, Ling Zixi has a total of 800 points.

    Ling Zixi closed her eyes and took a breath for five hundred times, all kinds of lights flickered, but there was no golden light.

    Hehe, no one can compete with him for the position of the African chief, right?

    Ling Zixi complained wildly in her heart, but she still clicked on the purple light item, because cicada wings are of purple quality.

    Ling Zixi's heart sank. Although there were no golden items, it was worth taking out three cicada wings.

    Ling Zixi took out two cicada wings and sent them into the hearts of the two sleeping little foxes with spiritual power.

    Fang Heng Hall.

    The night sky was full of stars, however, Fang Heng Hall was still brightly lit.

    Bai Moheng took a Qingquan Pill and finished practicing, got up, came to the desk, laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the brush, thought about it, and began to write on the paper stroke by stroke .

    Time passed slowly, Angelica entered the hall with tea, looked at the master who was still writing, and couldn't help but wonder.

    Although practicing calligraphy can be meditative, and some people suddenly realize it because of practicing calligraphy, but the master has written for too long...

    "Master, let's have a cup of tea." Angelica didn't dare to persuade Bai Moheng to rest, so he had to serve the tea.

    Bai Moheng nodded and looked at the rice paper in front of him: "How about the words I wrote?"

    How about? Angelica was stunned. The characters written by the master are naturally flowing, like a dragon, with the atmosphere of mountains and rivers in the chest and the world in the arms, but... Angelica can see a trace of the meaning of copybooks from it.

    "Master...but wants to teach people to learn calligraphy?" Angelica asked in confusion, does the master want to find a calligraphy successor?

    Bai Moheng picked up the rice paper, threw it into the trash can, strode out of the hall, and walked towards his room.

    "Eh...the master...?" Angelica was left in the temple alone with tea, very confused.