Chapter 1269 Turning over in the Last Days

If its broom body is considered a body.

It's amazing, Yan Ge never thought that one day that guy who was no different from an ordinary brick would call her Papa.

She instantly had the intimacy that this is her child.

She corrected the little guy softly: "Be good, call me mom."

The little guy's soft voice sounded again: "Papa!"

This guy can only shout these two words, right?

Not only was Yan Ge not disappointed, but he also laughed happily.

Open your hands and hug the little guy and rub it: "Will it deform? Become a personal mother and take a look."

She originally wanted to say that if she couldn't become a person, she could become a tree.

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, the little guy in her arms turned into a feather duster.

Yange: ...

The little guy's transformation talent is obviously not very good.

This is like the attributes of their big trees.

"Not bad." Yan Ge touched the feathers of the feather duster, and patiently encouraged: "Continue to change one more..."

Before he finished speaking, the little guy turned into a pot.

A large black lacquered pure iron wok.

The pot was too big, and Yan Ge was directly caught in the pot.

It was pitch black all around.

Yan Ge: ...I can't encourage this guy happily anymore.

She wasn't held down for too long, though.

In another flash, the guy turned into a brick.

Still lying in her arms.

Well, at least bricks look better than pots.

It's more like a human being... She can only comfort herself like this!

Although this guy is really heavy, so heavy that her breastbone seems to be about to be crushed. .

She was trying to find a tactful word to stop this guy from changing around.

Her small human body can't bear this guy's little magic.

But the next moment, a little boy suddenly appeared in her arms.

The little boy had red lips and white teeth, eyes as dark as black grapes, and a fleshy face.

The curly black hair is very thick and vigorous.

The chubby arms are like lotus joints, and there are small whirlpools on the back of the fleshy hands.

There is a round belly, and fleshy short legs and meaty feet.

Ah, really, really cute.

This is her son.

This is her son!

Yan Ge grinned happily at this moment, and smiled silly and silently.

This is really her son, the kind who can't be born again.

She touched the little guy's eyes, and then touched the little guy's little hands and feet.

He bowed his head and kissed the little guy's face several times.

I was about to pick up the little guy in my arms and rub it.

Belatedly, he realized that one of his own arms had been crushed.

Even if the guy becomes a human child, he is still an existence that is heavier than Mount Tai.

But this still couldn't dampen Yange's joy.

She touched every part of the little guy's body, and always felt that everything was beautiful and perfect.

This is her son who has been conceived for nearly ten thousand years.

Those cultivation bases that still hurt me before were all fed to the dogs.

But now she feels very special and worth it.

If she had known that she could give birth to such a son, she would never have treated him so badly before.

Yan Ge ignored his painful arm, hugged the little guy tightly, and moved his face closer, rubbing his tender little cheek: "Little boy, it's so pretty, it looks like a mother everywhere, it's great."

Her little darling looked at her with grape-like round eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, blinked a few times, and shouted: "Papa!"