"Get out!"
Qianjie's first meeting with the true target of the trip was not a friendly one.
The boy with short blue hair held the wooden stick in both hands and stood in front of Huo Yun'er, looking like a cat with fried hair. Looking at his trembling hands, it looked more like it.
I can't help it, who makes the face I'm wearing now so annoying?
One thing to say is that the boy standing in front of him doesn't look like a boy. Except for the short hair, anyone who sees him will think he is a girl.
The facial lines are too soft, and the eyes are too gentle. They are exactly the same as Huo Yun'er's eyes, even though these eyes now reveal only ferocity.
But thinking about the strange aesthetic statue in the Holy Spirit Church, Qianjie felt relieved again.
It's just that being feminine is not a big problem. It's better than having a woman's face on a muscular figure, and then it also has the aristocratic temperament that seems to have been soaked for tens of thousands of years, and it also seems to be incapable of seeing any sadness in the world. The compassionate expression, coupled with the perseverance of a superior person who seems to have hundreds of millions of people in his hands...
Really, it's nice to just be more feminine.
"I told you to get out, can't you hear me!" the angry kitten roared again.
Qianjie took two steps back and raised his hands to indicate that he was safe. Then he looked at Huo Yun'er. Huo Yun'er had brought him here. He should have done something, right?
She didn't do anything, she just looked at Huo Yuhao so tenderly, ignoring Qianjie who was talking just now.
Tsk, trouble.
It is indeed not that easy to take away a child from a mother. This is also one of the assessments.
Although he thought it was troublesome in his heart, Qianjie didn't find it troublesome in his actions.
He sat cross-legged and meditated on the spot, and he began to meditate and practice as if no one else was around, not caring at all that there was a child holding a wooden stick in front of him, and that he was surrounded by dragons and tigers' dens.
Huo Yun'er also realized something and looked at Qianjie with a little human face and showed a hint of approval.
Dai Yuhao?
Dai Yuhao was eager to try with the wooden stick, and even approached Qianjie and circled around him.
But in the end, he still didn't knock the stick up.
After all, the shadow of his childhood caused by that face was a little too big.
This sitting lasted a whole day, from early morning to evening, until it got dark.
"What are you going to do, you bad guy?" A slightly childish voice echoed deep in my ears, as clear as spring water.
He still held the wooden stick and looked at Qianjie warily.
"Practice." Qianjie opened his eyes, and that little smiling face was very annoying.
"A bad guy like you can also practice?" The blue-haired child curled his lips with disdain.
"You're wrong. On the contrary, bad people will practice very hard, harder than anyone else. How can you be a bad person if you don't practice?"
"Here's nonsense." Dai Yuhao retorted again, but did not see the other party's reaction.
Because Qianjie closed his eyes again and began to meditate.
Dai Yuhao stopped looking into it and turned towards the woodshed.
But during this stretch of about ten meters, he couldn't help but look back frequently.
I feel itchy, seeing outsiders practicing for the first time.
Another meal had passed, and it was dark, with only the faint light from the woodshed shining out.
"How did you practice?" The voice sounded like a clear spring again.
"It should be similar to yours, but there will be subtle differences."
Qianjie opened his eyes again. Dai Yuhao was still far away and still had the stick in his hand.
But Qianjie didn't mind, and slowly talked about what he had learned in the Holy Spirit Sect and Mingde Hall.
Huo Yun'er is an ordinary person, an ordinary person with no soul power.
She can be very smart and powerful, and even mobilize and dispatch some soul masters as an ordinary person, but she cannot teach her own children because she has never learned or experienced it.
Even if she holds a bunch of White Tiger family's cultivation methods in her hands, she can't teach them.
The most she can dictate is a rough outline and some theories, but when it comes to the actual situation, she will be completely at a loss.
Not everyone has the courage to talk about other people's ideas casually with a bunch of theories when they have no practical experience, especially if they are their own children.
She can also ask her guards hidden in the forest to teach her, but the teaching time will never be too long. Even judging from the original work, Huo Yuhao has a good impression of only the Delori family in the Duke's palace. Is there anyone who can teach this person? Say otherwise.
The summary is that as an innate first-level soul power Dai Yuhao, for four years after awakening his martial soul, he practiced cultivation completely by groping by himself based on some general conditions.
There was no one around him with whom he could communicate. At most, there was Dai Luoli, but Dai Luoli himself was also a newly cultivated child.
So, when a person is upright and a familiar person is practicing in front of him, will he be able to hold back his curiosity?
Even if this acquaintance gave him a very bad impression.
As it turns out, he couldn't help it.
After all, the impression was bad, and he also understood that what happened to him and his mother was not decided by the person in front of him, but by the duchess who took the blame inexplicably.
In other words, this child's hatred has a target. On the contrary, he doesn't hate the person in front of him much.
"Okay, that's it for today. It's time for you to go to bed." Standing up, Qianjie walked towards the outside of the Leng Palace area.
Enough is enough. There is not enough time and no point in saying it all at once.
Just like feeding a cat, if you just keep a pet, you can feed it as much as you like, but if the cat is asking for something, don't feed it too much.
Dai Yuhao nodded with unfinished meaning.
No one would be nice to him for no reason, and he understood this very well.
The manager in front of me, who had always been fierce in the past, was so gentle today. He must be asking for something.
As for why he didn't want to worry about what he wanted, he wanted to get what he wanted first.
With power, everything is possible.
Huo Yun'er in the woodshed never said a word from beginning to end, nor did he care about Dai Yuhao's behavior.
Because this is part of the conversation, part of the assessment.
Since he wanted to take the child away from her, a dying person, he had to prove that he could get along with the child.
Whether she would cheat Dai Yuhao in the soul master's teachings was something she could not consider now.
…
"Knock on you, the son of luck is a bully!" In the darkness far away from the woodshed area, Qianjie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed secretly.
He didn't do much, just tried to use his second soul skill.
The goal is Huo Yun'er.
After actually using the Mengdie Soul Bone Skill, he wanted to kill someone even to the limit but couldn't figure out how he would kill him.
He was not in the mood to wait for Huo Yun'er to die before taking Dai Yuhao away. Why should he wait for Huo Yun'er to die if he could kill her early?
He is about to die, who knows when.
But he didn't succeed. Instead, he succeeded in proving one thing - Huo Yun'er was able to lead Dai Yuhao up to this point not only because of Huo Yun'er's own reasons, but also because of Huo Yuhao.
"It's no wonder that he has to take the risk of overturning and send the mission. After all, this son of luck is not a lone star type, and his mother is not that easy to kill."
Looking up at the dark sky, there was no light, Qianjie laughed mockingly.
