My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1149: Dumpling, You’re Incredible

For a moment, Chang Hao held his breath and observed.

My attention was also drawn, my expression serious, to the goings-on with the fire talisman.

I must confess, the young one's proficiency in forming hand seals surpasses my own.

Mount Tai, Purple Micro, Great Fighter, Medicinal Fork...

Various hand seals were executed in quick succession.

It was as if performed in a single, fluid motion, executed with great calmness.

The yellow paper talisman ignited in mid-air without the need for external flame, and a small fire then leaped towards the waterfall.

With a small golden glow, the young one maintained the final hand seal, attempting to amplify the flame's intensity.

The flame enlarged slightly, only to extinguish abruptly.

The fire talisman, consequently, lost its efficacy almost immediately, succumbing to the powerful cascade of the waterfall.

Just as the little one's head drooped in visible disappointment.

I materialized behind him, employing the Golden Lotus Step, and placed my palm upon his head. "Dumpling, do not be disheartened. You are still quite young; it is entirely normal not to be able to manage a fire talisman yet."

"Mama!" Dumpling turned, his face lighting up with joy at the sight of me, and called out in his sweet, tender voice.

I cradled the little milk dumpling, who had astonishingly grown to nearly two or three years old in a mere fortnight. "Hearing you call me 'Mama' fills my heart with such relief! I almost didn't recognize you, my Dumpling. How did you learn the charms? You are still so, so tiny~"

Clap!

Dumpling placed his small hand on my forehead, his large eyes glistening brilliantly.

An image flashed into my mind: him curled up within my womb, still in his fetal form.

The perspective from his time as a tiny infant was quite fascinating, observing the external world and his father, Yu Longting, drawing talismans.

He had also witnessed my repeated use of talismans, unknowingly absorbing the knowledge while still within my belly.

"You've recalled memories from when you were inside me?" I asked, planting a delighted kiss on Dumpling's forehead.

Dumpling nodded in response and bestowed a soft kiss upon my cheek.

For reasons unknown, apart from his cries of 'Mama' and the recitation of incantations, he shows little inclination to speak.

I inquired further, "But when I was carrying you, I didn't even know the hand seals."

Dumpling's tiny hand remained on my forehead, and at that precise moment, he transmitted another image into my consciousness.

The image revealed a large, aluminum alloy suitcase, identical to the one Qing Li had used to store statues and various personal items.

At that time, I possessed no personal luggage and would consistently leave the book of hand seals within that very suitcase after reviewing it.

It appears that Chang Hao had taken the suitcase back to the Snake Sect, and from there, the little one must have discovered the book containing the hand seals.

He diligently studied and taught himself by flipping through its pages...

"Oh my goodness, you are brilliant, my Dumpling, truly extraordinary!" I exclaimed, tightly hugging Little Dumpling's small head, my affection for him overflowing. "Mama loves, loves you so very much."

My precious little milk dumpling, in a previous existence, I failed to protect you adequately.

In this lifetime, Mama absolutely, undoubtedly will protect you with all her might.

I shall prevent you from facing any peril ever again.

On our journey back with Dumpling, he earnestly caressed my forehead with his little hand and quietly communicated to me within my mind, "Mama, I love you too~"

Before long, Little Dumpling peacefully drifted off to sleep in my embrace.

I went to inquire with Chang Hao regarding Little Dumpling's recent activities.

Dumpling exhibited remarkable growth seemingly overnight, presenting a particularly mature disposition.

He was even observed venturing to the waterfall in the rear mountains to practice casting talismans independently. It appears he understands the immense destructive potential of talismans and the need to contain their effects.

Directing them at the waterfall ensured their power would be dissipated by the water's currents.

Regrettably, his small stature limits the potency of the talismans he manages to conjure.

The waterfall has consistently failed to absorb the full force of his attempted spells, and the little one remains exceptionally reserved.

Should he need to convey anything, he resorts directly to telepathic communication, never uttering a single spoken word.

Had Chang Hao not fortuitously overheard the little one murmuring an incantation once, they might have concluded the child was mute.