Chapter 1939: Chapter 966: Liao Chen and Qingfeng’s Childcare Diary (Dragon and Phoenix Twins Extra)
After a huge shock, the two simultaneously looked up, first glancing at the sky, then around them.
Since the Taoist priest Qingfeng came with the intention of killing Liao Chen, to avoid harming the innocent, he had tracked all the way, until he exited the inner city and arrived at this deserted wilderness before making his move against Liao Chen.
Here, it’s not to say that there are no people within ten miles, but it is indeed sparsely populated.
"How did the child come about?" the Taoist priest Qingfeng asked in confusion.
Liao Chen looked up at the bright moon, a hint of bewilderment flashed in his enchanting peach blossom eyes. He raised his hand and pointed to the vast sky: "It seems like it fell from the sky."
"How could that be possible?" the Taoist priest Qingfeng said lightly.
Even if knives were to rain down from the sky, it couldn’t drop a child.
He stood up holding the child.
"What are you doing?" Liao Chen asked him.
He vigilantly surveyed the surroundings: "Someone must have been here just now."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Liao Chen and intended to take the child to search nearby, only to be stopped by Liao Chen.
"Old hermit." Liao Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the way he was holding the child, "That’s not how you hold a child."
The Taoist priest Qingfeng looked at his own posture of holding the baby, really not understanding where he went wrong.
Liao Chen mocked: "Are you holding a book? Who holds a child with two arms like that?"
Xiao Cong’s little face was filled with an expression of utter hopelessness, seemingly expressing his dissatisfaction.
He looked celestial and otherworldly, but his child-holding skills were terrible.
The Taoist priest Qingfeng refused to accept Xiao Cong’s disdainful gaze, but still asked Liao Chen: "Then how should I hold him?"
Liao Chen looked at him incredulously and sighed: "Oh, Taoist, may I ask how you grew up?"
Face blind, directionally challenged, and can’t even hold a child.
He clicked his tongue twice, calmly standing under the Taoist priest Qingfeng’s formidable murderous aura, demonstrating: "Watch closely, for a child this small, you need to hold them more horizontally."
His arms were long, hands big, he could securely cradle Xiao Yang with just one side.
Xiao Yang lay in his arms, resting against his solid, warm chest, hearing a strong, firm heartbeat similar to that of her father’s, feeling a sense of security she didn’t reject.
"Wua~" Xiao Yang smiled at Liao Chen.
Liao Chen raised an eyebrow in delight, looking at Xiao Yang, then at the Taoist priest Qingfeng: "See? When you hold them comfortably, the child will smile at you."
The Taoist priest Qingfeng, lacking child-rearing experience, observed several times before barely managing to imitate Liao Chen’s way of holding.
"Why isn’t he smiling?" The Taoist priest Qingfeng looked at the aloof Xiao Cong, frowning tightly.
Liao Chen said with a smirk: "Maybe he doesn’t like you?"
Whether he likes it or not doesn’t matter, but coming out of Liao Chen’s mouth this time made people want to kill him.
"Still want to fight?" Liao Chen asked with a grin.
In terms of being infuriating, Liao Chen and Marquis Xuanping could really compete.
The Taoist priest Qingfeng gave him a cold glare and turned to find the mysterious person who brought the child here.
However, he searched all around and didn’t see even a shadow of a stranger.
Liao Chen didn’t waste this opportunity, he sat in place, amusing the little one in his arms.
The little one laughed easily when teased, it was extremely amusing.
Seeing the Taoist priest Qingfeng return empty-handed, he wasn’t surprised at all.
If the child didn’t fall from the sky, and indeed someone threw them to them, regardless of the purpose behind it, since the two of them didn’t notice the person’s arrival, they naturally couldn’t track their departure either.
Liao Chen glanced at the small kit on the ground and said: "Instead of looking for people, you should look at this box, it seems to have fallen with the two children."
The Taoist priest Qingfeng knelt down on one knee, the moonlight at the end of the month was too dim, he took out a firestarter.
Liao Chen watched him light the firestarter above the child’s head, his brow twitching: "Hey, be careful, don’t burn the kid!"
The Taoist priest Qingfeng paused in his actions: "Oh."
He turned his head and blew in a different direction to light the firestarter.
Xiao Cong’s little body was trembling.
He seemed to be feeling that this adult was too dangerous.
"Forget it, let me do it." Liao Chen got up and walked over, taking the firestarter from his hands. He once raised Jet-clear, which counts as ten kids, rounding it off, he was already the father of ten children.
Holding a child and handling a firestarter were no conflict for him.
By the light of the fire, the two saw the appearance of the small kit clearly.
"It’s just an ordinary box," the Taoist priest Qingfeng said.
This place is not like the Secret Room of the National Master Hall, spotlessly clean.