The Sword Immortal Sheds Tears: Su Changqing, Look at Your Daughter!

"Come out? Who's coming out?"

Baili Dongjun, holding the precious jar of wine, looked around blankly.

Outside the door, Sikong Changfeng, who had just been preparing to retreat, also stopped in his tracks, his ears perked up like antennas.

Could it be that Li Hanyi brought some peerless master with her when she returned this time?

Are they from Raimon?

Or is he Kenshinzuka's elder?

Su Changqing also frowned slightly.

Although his divine sense was powerful, his mind was completely focused on Li Hanyi just now, and he actually ignored the subtle aura around him.

Upon hearing Li Hanyi's words, he subconsciously released his divine sense to scan her.

His heart skipped a beat at that glance!

Behind Li Hanyi's large gray robe, there was a rustling sound of movement.

Followed by.

A round little head peeked out timidly.

It was a little girl who was about three years old.

Her delicate, exquisitely sculpted face was as white and tender as a peeled egg, with a faint pink hue.

With her two pigtails sticking straight up, swaying with her movements, she was so cute it was almost unfair.

He was wearing a specially made mini version of the Snow Moon City school uniform, and on his back he was carrying a small wooden sword that was only the size of a palm.

Her large, dark, bright eyes were blinking, filled with curiosity and a hint of fear, as she cautiously sized up the unfamiliar man in the blue robe in front of her.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

It was a million times quieter than when Li Hanyi drew her sword and killed someone!

"Clatter".

Sikong Changfeng had just climbed halfway up from the ruins when he saw this scene, his legs gave way, and he fell face-first back into the pit.

"Am I...am I blind?"

Sikong Changfeng lay prostrate on the ground, pointing tremblingly at the small dumpling, his voice shaking, "That...what is that? Was that born from Junior Sister Hanyi???"

Inside the tavern, Baili Dongjun was even more exaggerated.

With a "crack," his jaw dislocated, his mouth gaped wide, and he didn't even bother to wipe the drool that was dripping all over the floor.

Although he is known as the Wine Immortal, what kind of grand occasions hasn't he seen?

He had never seen anything like this before!

The aloof and cold-blooded Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, who only pursues the way of the sword and regards all men in the world as nothing... actually has such a grown daughter?!

Moreover, looking at this child's eyebrows and eyes, he is simply a miniature version of Li Hanyi!

"This...this is..."

Su Changqing froze completely.

Even when facing the tribulation of the Nine Heavens and the backlash of the Tribulation of Myriad Gods, he had never lost his composure like this.

His gaze was fixed on the small dumpling, unable to look away for even a moment.

That feeling was amazing.

The throbbing sensation originating from the depths of his blood was like countless tiny electric currents that instantly pierced his heart, flowing through his veins and throughout his body, making his scalp tingle and his fingertips tremble.

No paternity test is required.

That natural sense of intimacy, that resonance of souls, made him absolutely certain—this was his child!

She is Su Changqing's daughter!

"Three years ago..."

Su Changqing muttered to himself, his throat terribly dry, "That night..."

That passionate night three years ago... resulted in... winning the lottery?

Li Hanyi's eyes reddened again as she looked at Su Changqing's dazed expression.

The murderous aura and domineering presence from just moments ago completely crumbled at this moment, transforming into endless grievances and bitterness.

She was no longer the fearsome Snow Moon Sword Immortal, but a single mother who had been wandering alone with her child for three years.

"What? You don't want to admit it?"

Li Hanyi's voice choked with emotion, trembling with a heartbreaking intensity, "Su Changqing, do you not want to admit it?!"

"No...no! I want to admit it! I've been dreaming about it!"

Su Changqing panicked, feeling helpless and wanting to step forward, but he didn't dare, afraid of scaring the little guy.

"Nuonuo".

Li Hanyi squatted down, gently pushed the small dumpling hidden behind her back to the front, pointed at Su Changqing, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls:

"Go! Go ask that bastard! Ask him if he still wants us, mother and child! Ask him where he's been for the past three years!"

The little girl, nicknamed "Nuonuo," was clearly frightened by her mother's tears.

She pouted, as if she wanted to cry, but held back.

She turned her head and looked at the uncle in the blue shirt again.

Although it was their first meeting, for some reason, Xiao Nuomi felt that this uncle smelled really good, like a warm blanket that had been sun-dried, making her want to get closer.

And... this uncle doesn't seem too bad-looking.

"Well……"

Little Nuomi tilted her head and blinked her big eyes twice, as if trying to confirm something.

Then, under the gaze of thousands of eyes in the audience, she took her first steps with those two short, fleshy legs.

"Da, da, da."

The sound of small shoes stepping on the wooden floor seemed particularly clear at this moment.

Every step felt like it was treading on Su Changqing's heart.

Su Changqing held his breath, his muscles tense, afraid that he might accidentally release even a trace of his aura and hurt the child.

Nearly.

closer.

Little Nuomi walked up to Su Changqing.

Because of the huge height difference, she could only strain to look up at the tall man.

Su Changqing subconsciously wanted to squat down, but saw the little guy stretch out his chubby little hand.

She was neither afraid nor did she flinch.

Instead, quite naturally, she grabbed the hem of Su Changqing's faded blue shirt and shook it gently.

Those clear, large eyes reflected Su Changqing's bewildered face.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The onlookers outside the door covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Sikong Changfeng poked his head out of the pit, not daring to move his eyes even slightly.

Baili Dongjun even pinched the back of his hand until it turned purple.

At this moment that everyone was watching.

The little one opened its pink lips and tentatively uttered a single syllable, somewhat awkwardly.

That is the most primal, instinctive, and beautiful call of humankind.

Su Xiaonuo toddled over to Su Changqing with her short legs, reached out her chubby little hand and tugged at his clothes, calling out those two words in her childish voice: "Daddy...Daddy?"