The master and disciple kept talking. Perhaps he was getting impatient with the child, but the man finally said helplessly, "
"Let's see if anyone has adopted her ..."
"Daoist magic? A Taoist?"
In her drowsy state, song qingxiao had this thought when she heard this.
However, she was so sleepy that she couldn't hold on for long. She yawned and fell asleep again.
When she woke up, she didn't know how long had passed.
She was held in a warm embrace. It was not the soft embrace of the woman, but it gave her a very comfortable and safe feeling.
“.. It's not easy for the Taoist priest to take care of two disciples and a little boy."
The woman who fed her said, "
I just gave birth to ni 'er. My family's environment is still okay, and my maternal family often helps me. I have fate with this child. Why don't you let me raise her? "
As soon as she finished speaking, song qingxiao became a little anxious. She reached out and grabbed the man's clothes tightly.
