Mu Fan looked at Little Yun Xiao, who was growing rapidly, already almost taller than an average two-year-old boy by a head, and raised his sword-like eyebrows in slight surprise.
"Even if the Ninth Sky True Phoenix has fallen to the mortal world, its formidable combat prowess still surpasses that of ordinary people."
Lin Qingluo smiled wryly, with a hint of regret: "If it weren't for offending the heavenly law, he could have dominated the world and soared through the nine heavens."
"Mother, father."
Tianshui saw two people appear out of thin air, threw away the pearl, and rushed over happily with outstretched little arms wanting a hug.
"Good baby."
Lin Qingluo held his chubby little body and fondly rubbed his little head: "Today is your birthday, and mother has a gift for you too."
"Hehe."
Tianshui affectionately rubbed his mother's cheek and smiled, his eyes curving like little crescent moons.
"Is today Little Shui'er's birthday? Brother has a gift too."