Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 550: Shadows of Childhood

After waiting for a long ti, the possessed baby finally opened its eyes.

Fang Zhou saw the patterned mosquito net, it seed to be within a large bed.

Ming Aoshuang let out a startled cry, finally realizing sothing was wrong: "I can’t control my body, Fang Yuanhang, where are you?"

"Stop making noise."

"Why are you inside my body?"

Fang Zhou couldn’t be bothered to argue with her; Ming Aoshuang, seeing Fang Zhou’s silence, seed to sense his annoyance, so she stopped asking.

The baby lying on the bed waved its chubby little hands, suddenly letting out a loud cry.

Imdiately, a beautiful young woman appeared by the bedside.

Seeing this woman, Ming Aoshuang was suddenly shocked: "Is this... Mother?"

The beautiful woman’s appearance had about eighty to ninety percent resemblance to Ming Aoshuang, at first glance almost like a twin sister.

But Fang Zhou wasn’t particularly surprised; he had long guessed the two were possessed within Ming Aoshuang’s childhood.

Or rather, the two were reviewing Ming Aoshuang’s childhood mories. Previously, Fang Zhou was watching his own, but now being inside Ming Aoshuang’s body, he could only watch together with her.

Ming Aoshuang, however, was fussing beside him: "Why is Mother here? Have I... beco a child again?"

Fang Zhou was annoyed by her noise; this woman was evidently a stoic ice sculpture before, yet truly interacting with her revealed a chatterbox like a duck.

No matter how much Ming Aoshuang fussed, her voice could not be transmitted outside.

Ming Aoshuang’s mother affectionately picked up the baby: "Are you hungry? Little Yadan~"

"Pfft, hahaha, Little Yadan."

Fang Zhou burst out laughing; he didn’t expect Ming Aoshuang’s nickna to be Little Yadan.

This seed to be derived from the custom of giving babies modest nas to raise them well, but putting Little Yadan together with Ming Aoshuang was simply explosively codic.

Ming Aoshuang was ashad and anxious, quickly shouting: "Stop laughing!"

"Hahahaha!"

"I said stop laughing!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ming Aoshuang was so angry she gritted her teeth. Just now, she still felt grateful to this guy for saving her, but now she just wanted to bite him hard.

However, what drove Ming Aoshuang even more crazy happened next.

Ming Aoshuang’s mother began to unbutton her blouse, actually preparing to feed the baby.

"Don’t look!"

Ming Aoshuang imdiately shouted at Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou widened his eyes, shouting: "Oh my, how embarrassing, it’s going to give a stye."

Hearing Fang Zhou’s deliberate tone, Ming Aoshuang was furious but helpless.

There was nothing worth seeing in a woman nursing a child, especially when it was Ming Aoshuang’s mother, with a face so similar to hers, it looked like Ming Aoshuang was nursing the child.

The stimulation for Fang Zhou was imaginable, wishing he could take Ming Aoshuang’s place.

At this mont, another handso man entered from outside, leaned in next to Ming Aoshuang’s mother, and watched the eating baby with a smiling face.

Seeing this handso man, Fang Zhou was sowhat surprised because this man bore quite a resemblance to him.

Clearly, this handso man should be Ming Aoshuang’s father.

Yet at the man’s appearance, Fang Zhou could feel Ming Aoshuang’s aura instantly turn cold, chilling and freezing.

Ming Aoshuang stared at her father, with eyes devoid of any warmth, only coldness and hatred.

Fang Zhou was quite surprised; on one side there was a mother full of maternal love and happiness, and a father with a genuine and heartfelt smile.

On the other side, the daughter’s eyes were filled with hatred.

What exactly did this father do to make his daughter loathe him so?

Fang Zhou realized he might’ve unwillingly taken so bla, as his looks sowhat resembled Ming Aoshuang’s father, fearing being hated by association.

He once asked Wei Yuanling to find out about Ming Aoshuang, only to learn that Ming Aoshuang’s family seed to have undergone so turmoil in her childhood, with the entire family dying, leaving only her rescued by Piaomiao Mountain.

And the word "father" beca a taboo for Ming Aoshuang due to childhood upheavals, anyone daring to ntion this term in front of her would surely anger her.

Fang Zhou recalled ntioning it several tis in front of Ming Aoshuang, no wonder she would erupt like a cat with its tail stepped on each ti.

Ti quickly began to fast forward, but it was all happy daily monts of Ming Aoshuang’s parents, clearly showing the couple being very loving and equally standing, unaffected by patriarchal customs.

Since the father’s appearance, Ming Aoshuang remained silent, anyone with eyes could see she was unhappy.

This was when it was ti to change the subject or keep silent, avoiding any ntion of the father.

But Fang Zhou, without any scruples, specifically chose to poke Ming Aoshuang’s sore spot when she was in a bad mood: "What bad thing did your father do, to make it seem like you have a blood feud with him?"

Ming Aoshuang was unable to touch Fang Zhou at the mont, otherwise, she would have fought him to the death.

"...This man who abandoned his wife and daughter is not worthy to be my father!"

This sentence carried a massive load of information, instantly revealing the reason.

It seed Ming Aoshuang’s father did sothing unforgivable to his wife and daughter, causing Ming Aoshuang to harbor such hatred.

Fang Zhou asked again: "Did your father perhaps cuckold your mother?"

Ming Aoshuang was furious: "What nonsense are you talking?!"

"Looks like he didn’t, so what bad thing did he do exactly?"

"Hmph... Anyway, n are no good."

Seeing Ming Aoshuang launch into a full-blown attack like this, Fang Zhou faintly realized that the injury from her father likely molded her feministic character.

Perhaps due to a lack of common ground, following this, Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang rarely conversed, quietly watching the daily life of Ming Aoshuang’s family of three.

Occasionally, they could also witness from a baby’s perspective the creation activities of Ming Aoshuang’s parents.

Each ti this happened, Ming Aoshuang would angrily order Fang Zhou not to watch.

Fang Zhou, of course, watched with enjoynt.

Unexpectedly, Ming Aoshuang’s mother was elegant both in public and in the kitchen, with a dignified exterior and a passionate interior, wondering if Ming Aoshuang would inherit this discrepancy from her mother.

This happy life didn’t last long, just when Ming Aoshuang turned one year old, her parents’ enemies suddenly ca knocking.

It was a pitch-black night; Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang could only hear through the baby’s senses the intense sounds of battle and shouts from outside.

Ming Aoshuang was extrely anxious, but at this mont, she was just a baby, only able to lie in bed, waving chubby little hands and kicking short little legs.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly slamd open; a frantic-looking father rushed in, picked up Ming Aoshuang, and ran.

He crashed through the window, jumped out of the room, and dashed for the courtyard wall.

At this mont in the courtyard, Ming Aoshuang’s mother was being surrounded by dozens, covered in blood.

She noticed her husband fleeing with the child, desperately reaching out her hand, only to be swallowed by the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Ming Aoshuang clung to her father’s shoulder, witnessing this scene clearly.