Chapter 797: I'm So Cute!

Who is this?

How is there a little child perched on Xiao Yuanhang's chest?

Anbei Taixin stared closely, and it was a little girl, about four or five years old.

The child was comfortably nestled in Xiao Yuanhang's arm, her small head resting on his broad shoulder, perfectly covering the vital spot on his chest.

Anbei Taixin stared for almost the length of a incense stick, yet could not find a single gap.

His fingertips froze in midair, and the incantation in his mouth halted.

Who else could be in Xiao Yuanhang's embrace?

It must be his daughter, that Immortal Envoy of the fiery nation!

So it's you again!

If it hadn't been you last night, how could the calling spell have backfired?

Why would I trouble myself for an entire night?

Fine, very fine! Since you came knocking yourself, I'll kill you first!

A fire rose in his heart, and a mouthful of scalding essence blood spurted out.

He extended a finger dipped in the essence blood, swiftly drawing several sigils in the air, channeling all his spirit into his eyes, where an eerie blood glow shimmered in the depths of his pupils.

The eye spell and finger spell activated simultaneously, awaiting the moment the Immortal Envoy exposed his chest.

Turn around, Immortal Envoy, turn around and I'll send you to reincarnation.

Tuan Tuan shifted in her father's arms and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuanhang asked, looking down.

"It seems someone is watching me," Tuan Tuan tilted her little head and glanced left and right.

Xiao Yuanhang scanned the surroundings; in the Main Camp everything was normal, and indeed some soldiers were looking at the daughter, their eyes full of affection.

"Hehe, it's your uncles, right?" he smiled, "They all love you, Tuan Tuan."

"Not them," Tuan Tuan pouted, suddenly recalling something, poked her head out from her father's shoulder and shouted behind him, "Second Uncle Xiao Er! Where's my Thousand-mile mirror?"

Xiao Er was squatting on the ground smoothing Xiao Feifei's fur; hearing this, he stood up: "Thousand-mile mirror? I'll get it!" He then bolted away.

Tuan Tuan, satisfied, nestled back onto her father's shoulder, and the soldiers waved at her.

"Princess, hello!"

"Princess, you look so dashing today!"

"Princess, are you hungry? The kitchen just baked some pancakes! Want some?"

Tuan Tuan happily waved her little hand, responding: "No eating! Uncles have worked hard! Please eat more!"

She twisted in her father's arms, sometimes waving to the left, sometimes shouting "good" to the right, and occasionally poking her head out to make a funny face at Lu Qi behind her.

She just wouldn't turn around to face the city wall.

Anbei Taixin's temples were already bulging with blue veins.

The sigils drawn with essence blood were fading bit by bit; this damned Immortal Envoy, if he doesn't turn quickly, he'll waste another mouthful of essence blood for nothing.

He wished he could rush over and yank her little body over.

He gritted his teeth, locking the eye spell firmly in his pupils; his eyeballs were about to scorch, yet he dared not relax at all.

"I won't believe you'll never turn around!"

At that moment, Xiao Er returned, handing the Thousand-mile mirror to Tuan Tuan: "Miss, here is your Thousand-mile mirror."

"Thank you, Second Uncle!" Tuan Tuan took the mirror, raised it to her eyes, and looked around.

"Who exactly is staring at me?"

"Prince!" Zhang Wu'an ran over.

Tuan Tuan cheerfully called out, "Uncle Zhang!"

"Hey! Princess, hello! Have you eaten enough?"

"I've eaten my fill!"

Xiao Yuanhang turned, facing him: "What is it?"

Zhang Wu'an replied: "Yesterday we slashed over two thousand Eastern samurai; today, in just half a day, we've already reached five thousand eight hundred twelve."

He pulled out a sheet of paper: "This was retrieved from one of them."

Seeing Xiao Yuanhang holding Tuan Tuan, he unfolded the paper and held it before Xiao Yuanhang.

"General's Conquest Order?" Xiao Yuanhang read, frowning.

"Alright, keep watching, kill as many as they come."

"Yes!" Zhang Wu'an took the order and left.

As Xiao Yuanhang turned to speak with Zhang Wu'an, Tuan Tuan, holding the Thousand-mile mirror, happened to turn toward the city wall.

"Eh, who is that?"

Xiao Tuanzi saw in the mirror tube a man dressed in strange clothes staring straight at her.

His face was as white as paper, his eyes red, his trembling finger still pointing at himself.

Tuan Tuan blinked; this person is so strange, why is he staring at me? And pointing his finger at me?

Ah! He must be playing with me!

She instantly became interested, carefully observing Anbei Taixin's expression.

That face was both white and blue, his eyes about to pop out, and his finger kept trembling.

Easterners are quite fun; even from this distance, if they can't come over, they'll just play with me on the city wall.

Interesting, they can do that! So fresh!

She set down the Thousand-mile mirror, mimicking the other's posture, opened her eyes wide, stared roundly, and looked back.

Then a small hand was raised, the little finger extended, pointing straight at the city wall.

"Are you playing with me?" she muttered while pointing, "I can do it too!"

Anbei Taixin saw Xiao Yuanhang turn around and instantly perked up.

When he saw the Immortal Envoy still lying in his arms, the two chests continued to shield each other without a hint exposed, and they grew extremely impatient.

When Tuan Tuan raised the Thousand-mile mirror, he couldn't help but stare in shock. What was that?

But the next moment, he saw the little Immortal Envoy set down the strange object in its hand, widened its eyes to glare at him, and stuck out a finger pointing straight at him.

What a little brat, I glare at you and point at you as if casting a spell—what good is it for you to learn from me?

But, the next moment.

The two locked eyes, and the tip of that little hand's finger collided with his own fingertip in the void.

His eyes suddenly stabbed with pain, as if two red‑hot needles had pierced his pupils simultaneously.

Tears surged wildly into his eyes, everything before him instantly warped and blurred, finally melting into a sea of blood‑red.

Immediately after, his fingers tingled with a sour numb pain, as if something had bitten them hard, spreading rapidly from the fingertips to the wrist and up the entire arm.

The blood‑colored sigil burst apart, shattering into countless particles that turned into a few wisps of light smoke and vanished.

He staggered back a few steps, covering his eyes with both hands, tears seeping continuously through his fingers, dripping down his chin onto the bellflower pattern on his robe.

"Master!" the Yin‑Yang Assistants behind him hurried forward to support him.

Anbei Taixin clutched his eyes tightly, his whole body trembling.

Did the Eye Curse and Finger Curse backfire as well?

How could that be?

How did she manage it? I can't even do it!

No, I must hurry back; if this continues, their father and daughter will be fine, and I'll be exhausted.

Where is Liu Guiyan? Go back and find her to team up!

"Quick, help me back! Quickly!"

"Yes!"

Two Yin‑Yang Assistants hurriedly helped him down from the city tower.

Tuan Tuan was a bit disappointed—how did he leave?

She pouted, resting her soft little head on her father's shoulder.

"What's wrong? Tired?" Xiao Yuanhang tilted his head and nudged her, "Daddy will carry you back?"

"Mm," Tuan Tuan replied gloomily.

Why isn't that person playing with me anymore? I'm so cute!