Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability-Chapter 1984 - : How Many Days Left to Live

Chapter 1984: Chapter 1984: How Many Days Left to Live

Originally, Qian Jiyun only thought to let his wife coax their child for a while before throwing the baby back into the space but now, “…”

With this commotion, it would be strange if little Qian Yinuo could sleep. He guessed the child probably wouldn’t need to sleep at all tonight, which was just as well since they were cultivators who didn’t feel tired even after days and nights without sleep.

“Master, someone is coming.”

Just as he was about to hold the little one in his arms, Dragon Soul in the space reminded him.

He paused, glancing towards the door and gauging that whoever it was should still be far away, not arriving anytime soon. He therefore ignored it, extending his arms to embrace the little one in his arms.

“Let me hold him, someone’s coming.”

He had just found a perfect excuse to carry the little baby into his arms.

But the little one was not pleased. It wasn’t easy for him to have been played with in his mother’s arms and now to be snatched back by his smelly daddy—it wasn’t easy at all.

So, little baby ‘yah yah-babbled’ for a while and then very rudely slapped his own dear daddy’s face with his palm.

If little Nuonuo could speak, he would definitely glare at his smelly daddy with dissatisfaction and bellow, “For monopolizing me, for not letting me play with mommy, I hit!”

“Little rascal!”

Qian Jiyun helplessly caught his son’s hand and tucked it back into the small quilt that wrapped him.

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“Your mother has been tired from traveling these past days, can’t you be considerate toward her? Quietly go to sleep and don’t fuss anymore.” He wasn’t sure if his son could understand, but educating him was the right thing to do.

Then, he directly placed him back into the space, letting the Paper Person and Dragon Soul entertain him.

A short while later, the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground followed by a knock on the door could be heard. Qian Jiyun got up to open the door and saw Leng Yikun sitting in the wheelchair, pushed by Sect Master Leng.

“Sir, has the High Priest rested yet?”

Sect Master Leng looked at Qian Jiyun with a hint of embarrassment and apology in his eyes as he asked.

“Come in first.”

Qian Jiyun opened the door wide and turned to walk inside, gesturing for them to come in on their own.

Only after receiving his permission did Sect Master Leng push Leng Yikun into the house, where they then saw An Jiuyue sitting leisurely in a chair, sipping tea.

“High Priest, I have brought my son Yi Kun here… he’s alive, he did not pass from illness.”

“Hmm.”

An Jiuyue nodded her head lightly, showing no surprise.

“For a living person, why must you claim he has passed? Sect Master Leng,” she asked.

“This…”

At this point, a trace of melancholy appeared on Sect Master Leng’s face.

“Not to conceal from the High Priest, it was unexpected that my son Yi Kun was still alive. At that time, everyone thought he had died from his illness. I also discovered unintentionally that there was still breath in Yi Kun in the coffin, so I took him back to the secret chamber.

Afterwards, it was Yi Kun himself who did not want others to know he was still alive, because of his condition, it really was…” he said, shaking his head.

Who knew how many more days his son could live?

“High Priest, please don’t blame my father. It was at my request. I didn’t want others to know I was still alive, my condition is a burden to anyone.

Back then, I only thought that if everyone knew I was alive, Nichen would inevitably not be able to peacefully join the Eternal Night Sect. I figured it’s better for everyone to think I had gone, it would be more peaceful that way and save worry.”