142: Is this name... not good?

"Mommy, hehehe."

The little dragon called out again in a childish voice, giggling foolishly, clearly very fond of Jiang Hanxi as his mommy.

"Don't call me mommy. I'm not your mommy either."

Jiang Hanxi looked at the little dragon and reprimanded him in a cold tone.

"Mom... Mommy..."

The little dragon looked at Jiang Hanxi, whose attitude had suddenly changed, and trembled slightly in fear, calling out again timidly.

He didn't know why Mommy had been fine just now, but suddenly changed her attitude.

Even the little dragon's divine beast perception could sense that Mommy's mood had been pleasant just now.

But, but... why was Mommy suddenly like this now?

The little dragon looked at Jiang Hanxi's icy gaze, not understanding the intricacies of it.

He carefully moved out of Jiang Hanxi's embrace, tears welling up in his eyes.

At this moment, hearing footsteps from behind, the little dragon turned his head and looked pitifully at Wang Feng, who was walking in.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Feng had just cleaned himself outside before entering the room, and as he looked up, he saw the little dragon standing beside Jiang Hanxi, his small mouth pouting and his eyes red.

Wang Feng squatted down, picked up the little dragon, and affectionately pinched her small face twice.

"Daddy..., Mom... Mommy..."

The little dragon's eyes were slightly red, but he couldn't say anything else, just repeating the words "Daddy" and "Mommy."

"It's alright, it's alright. Take this and eat it."

Wang Feng held the little dragon with his metal arm, and a palm-sized piece of prime green spirit ore appeared in the palm of his right hand.

The little dragon, with red eyes, obediently stopped the tears from flowing, extended his small hand, took the green ore, and began to eat it.

Meanwhile, the onlookers outside were wide-eyed; if they weren't mistaken, that was a rock, wasn't it?

And some who understood cultivation were even more shocked: Isn't that spirit ore!?

Whose child eats spirit ore!?

As expected, a Senior is a Senior. Not only is his cultivation profound, but even the things his child eats are so... like that?

"Fairy Sister, why are you bullying a child?"

Wang Feng, holding the little dragon, walked over to Jiang Hanxi inside the room, squatted down, and spoke.

It seemed like a reproach, but in fact, his tone did not carry much blame.

The little dragon, with his large, watery eyes, ate the green ore, held in Wang Feng's arms, and looked timidly at Jiang Hanxi.

"No, it's just that he has the same personality as your Disciple."

Jiang Hanxi explained, which made Wang Feng chuckle a few times.

"Is this address... not good?"

Wang Feng put the little dragon down, squatted in front of Jiang Hanxi, and slowly brought his face closer to Jiang Hanxi's pretty face.

Jiang Hanxi was not to be outdone; she did not avoid him at all, silently watching Wang Feng's handsome face approach.

"Not good."

Jiang Hanxi looked directly at Wang Feng, their eyes locking tightly across the space, and Wang Feng continued to draw closer.

Until... their noses... gently touched.

Jiang Hanxi finally couldn't bear it and immediately turned her head away, afraid that Wang Feng would suddenly kiss her.

She realized that this scoundrel was getting bolder and bolder, seemingly always wanting to kiss her, constantly testing her bottom line.

"Get away."

Jiang Hanxi felt the warmth beside her face, her ear tips slightly red, and she reprimanded him, but Wang Feng had long been immune to such reprimands.

"Hehehe."

Wang Feng chuckled twice and did not push his luck further, pulling his head back.

Seeing Wang Feng move away, Jiang Hanxi, with reddened ear tips, looked at the scene outside, then back at Wang Feng, and spoke faintly: "Aren't you afraid of killing people this time?"

Wang Feng looked at Jiang Hanxi's still slightly blood-tinged, alluring face, was momentarily stunned by her words, but quickly reacted.

Jiang Hanxi was referring to the incident of killing the system owner of the great bandit in the Chu Bing Hall of the Dongyang Dynasty.

"Haha, isn't this a case of practice makes perfect for me, haha..."

Wang Feng looked at Jiang Hanxi's quietly observing gaze and laughed awkwardly twice.

Is that how you use "practice makes perfect"?

Jiang Hanxi couldn't help but inwardly grumble; the scene outside was indeed somewhat tragic.

"Carry me on your back."

"Huh?"

Hearing these two words, Wang Feng was somewhat confused. Jiang Hanxi actually asked him to carry her on his back?

Carry her... Carry her!?

The words "carry her" raced through Wang Feng's mind, back and forth, back and forth.

"Wait a moment, I'll deal with the outside matters first."

Although Wang Feng was a bit taken aback, he immediately thought of the scene outside and realized that it shouldn't defile Jiang Hanxi's eyes.

Jiang Hanxi cast a cold glance outside, looking at the formation there.

"Are you sure you want to see?"

Wang Feng teased. Of course, even if Jiang Hanxi wanted to see, he would absolutely not let her, and Jiang Hanxi wouldn't want to either.

Indeed, Jiang Hanxi fell silent upon hearing this, sitting quietly against the wall inside the room, becoming quiet.

Wang Feng put the little dragon down to guard Jiang Hanxi, then walked out to get a cloth to cover the doorway, which had a large hole.

Meanwhile, the couple who owned the house had already come out and blended into the crowd, watching the show.

Inside the room.

The little dragon sat beside Jiang Hanxi, staring blankly at the room's furnishings with his large, watery eyes.

In his hands, he still held a large piece of green ore, gnawing at it bite by bite, his cheeks puffed up as he chewed.

"Cough, cough."

Just then, Jiang Hanxi suddenly coughed twice inside the room.

The little dragon's large, grape-like eyes looked over curiously, his cheeks still puffed up.

"Hmm?"

This time, the little dragon didn't dare to directly call Jiang Hanxi "Mommy." He just puffed out his cheeks, looking like a silly child, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at Jiang Hanxi.

"What is your name?"

Jiang Hanxi looked at him coolly. She hadn't asked the dragon child's name yet.

"Hmm?"

The little dragon still tilted his head, then looked at Jiang Hanxi and shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

Then he started chewing again.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Hanxi's brows furrowed slightly, and she seemed to understand.

This dragon child was probably just picked up by that scoundrel not long ago and likely couldn't speak more complex words yet.

However, he could understand some simple phrases, which was somewhat surprising.

Unless... someone had been talking to him constantly while he was still in the egg.

But... who would talk a lot to an egg for no reason?

"Were you... just picked up by your... Daddy?"

Jiang Hanxi originally didn't know what to call Wang Feng, but suddenly her words changed to "Daddy."

"Da... Daddy...?"

The little dragon paused, his mouth full of green ore, and stammered a call.

Then he nodded, then shook his head again, leaving Jiang Hanxi completely confused, not knowing what he meant.

The little dragon looked at the small amount of green ore in his hand and swallowed what was in his mouth with a gulp.

Then he picked up the remaining green ore and continued to eat.

The atmosphere was silent for a short while...

The little dragon, who had eaten the green ore down to just a tiny bit, realized that Jiang Hanxi, his mommy, hadn't eaten yet.

In Jiang Hanxi's surprised gaze, the little dragon gently raised the green ore in his hand and offered it to her, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.