But now, he couldn't leave for a distant journey with the Xiahou Monie affair unresolved, the Great Formation of the family unfinished, and the Mount Sumeru Tree King not planted.
"Mm..."
Lu Miaoge came back to her senses and responded softly.
More than a year had passed, and she indeed missed her daughter a little.
She wondered how Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingzhu were doing at the Jinyang Sect.
But she also knew that given the current situation, she and Lu Changsheng really didn't have the time to go out.
"Little Ice, charge, charge!"
It wasn't long before Lu Wangshu, carrying a fish basket on his back and holding a fishing rod, came out slowly from the backyard, seated on the shell of the Cold Blue Dark Turtle.
Xiao Xi Yue stood by, her face filled with an indulgent smile.
Apart from Lu Changsheng, only Lu Wangshu could make this cold and noble fairy show such an expression all the time.
"Daddy, Mommy, are you going fishing~"
