kingnovel Chapter 641 Whose Child Resembles Whom?
Chapter 641 Whose Child Resembles Whom?
Xue Lan's calm and firm voice echoed under the hibiscus tree. Shang Ling lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze so deep that Xue Tong couldn't understand it.
But she knew she didn't need to understand.
The girl slowly raised her hand towards Shang Ling, then bowed:
"I'm sorry, Lord Fusang, but my host doesn't want me to leave."
Shang Ling slowly turned her eyes, her gaze falling on the small, fading disc on Xue Tong's shoulder, and spoke in a low voice:
"rare."
"She actually has a pretty good relationship with her inner demon."
Xue Tong knew what she was talking about. Recalling the way the inner demon had gently patted her shoulder when it left not long ago, the girl couldn't help but smile:
"Xue Lan is quite likable..."
Xue Tong's round eyes were exactly like Xue Lan's, and she smiled like a little fox.
"Doesn't the master like her quite a bit too?"
Shang Ling felt that she had been dead for too long, and she liked anything that had life.
It was Xue Lan before, and now it's this little girl beside her.
The woman slowly raised her hand and touched the top of Xue Tong's head:
How long are you planning to stay here?
"How long will you keep this up?" Xue Tong raised her hand to her shoulder, letting the little Soul Guide hold one of her fingers:
"I want to witness Xue Lan's legend."
She was unwilling to miss the chance to witness the once-in-a-lifetime genius of the Yuanming Realm who was about to reshape the realm with the art of weapon crafting.
Because Xue Tong knew... Xue Lan hoped that someone would remember her and never forget her.
“That will take a very, very long time,” Shang Ling said.
"It won't take long. When I get back..." Xue Tong looked up at Shang Ling, a delicate, round little mirror appearing in her hand.
"Xue Tong's mother just woke up from her afternoon nap."
Shang Ling looked at the delicate little round mirror in the girl's hand, a smile spreading across her face:
"She even gave you this?"
Xue Tong weighed the Sun-Tracing Mirror in her hand, her round and gentle eyes looking at Shang Ling, her tone exactly the same as Xue Lan's:
"Why ask a question you already know the answer to, sir?"
Shang Ling thought to herself that this really was a case of children resembling their parents; the girl that the Wolf King wanted to keep had the same cunning in her dealings with others.
So the Fusang Lord decisively admitted defeat and ran back up the tree.
Wu Jin, who had been standing behind Shang Ling, saw her suddenly turn around, wink at him, and transmit her voice:
Why aren't you like me?
Wu Jin slightly turned her eyes away.
A moment later, a woman's helpless voice echoed in Shang Ling's mind:
"Sir, please don't be envious of everything you see, okay?"
Shang Ling turned her head, her lips drooping, looking particularly unhappy.
"I'm just envious. You're not like me, and neither is he."
Wu Jin knew who "he" Shang Ling was referring to, and not wanting to disappoint Fusang, she gently asked:
How do you want me to be like you?
She regretted saying those words as soon as they left her mouth, because she saw Shang Ling's shoulders shaking.
Shang Ling was smiling.
"grown ups!"
"You've really learned bad habits from the Wolf King."
"I..." Shang Ling turned her head slightly to look at Wu Jin, covering the lower half of her face with one hand, revealing only a pair of emerald-like eyes.
Shang Ling rolled her eyes to the side: "Don't talk badly about other girls in front of them, okay?"
Wu Jin followed her gaze and saw that Yin Hun was standing on Xue Tong's shoulder, with two pairs of round eyes looking at her.
Even the Golden Crow, who has lived for ten thousand years, has never encountered such a situation, like being caught talking badly about someone behind their back.
Wu Jin: What should I do?
However, before she could explain, the girl opposite her spoke first.
Xue Tong raised her hand to let the little person on her shoulder stand in her palm:
"It's okay, I sometimes think Xue Lan isn't a good person either."
Wu Jin's expression stiffened, and after stammering for a while, the woman spoke again:
"Who was that just now...?"
Who said that the Wolf Lord is more likable?
"also me."
Xue Tong smiled faintly as she looked behind Wu Jin, where Shang Ling had an expression of watching a good show.
The girl's gaze shifted and met his dark, golden eyes:
"Don't you treat your parents the same way?"
Jinwu was slightly taken aback: "You and your wolf king are indeed very similar."
Xue Tong didn't want to admit it, but just as she was about to speak in rebuttal, she saw the little figure held in her palm nodding continuously.
Soul Guide: Mm-hmm.
Xue Tong broke down instantly, and she held the soul-guiding object in front of her:
"Why are you nodding? How is it similar?"
Yinhun looked up at her, pondered for a long time before speaking: "Actually, there are some differences."
Xue Tong looked into her eyes: "Granted."
Yin Hun bit his lip, rehearsing his lines several times before finally speaking:
"At least you, sister... use sharp words... Your Majesty can't compare."
Xue Tong clicked her tongue lightly. She casually pinched the little face of the girl who had been teased.
"You've also been corrupted by Xue Lan."
"There's no firewood..."
The palm-sized sword spirit shook its head, its eyes unwavering:
“The soul guide has always been very obedient and well-behaved.”
Xue Tong was amused by her serious expression and casually let go of the little girl.
"That's right, our little soul is the best behaved."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and held the Soul Guide to her ear.
The little girl sat down in Xue Tong's palm:
"Sister, are you really not leaving?" the little girl asked softly.
"I'm not leaving. I wasn't planning on leaving anyway." Xue Tong turned her head slightly to look at her.
"Is our little soul very afraid that I will leave?"
A conflicted look appeared on the little face of the spirit guide, and after a moment she cautiously spoke:
"Xiao Hun doesn't know."
"Xiao Hun wants you to leave, but she also doesn't want you to leave."
The little sword spirit didn't understand the complex emotions of humans, and a hint of confusion appeared in its golden eyes.
Xue Tong couldn't help but reach out and push her head with her finger.
"So this is the little girl that Lord Wolf raised, just as dull and dazed as her."
"elder sister!"
Yinhun stood up angrily and retorted, "Your Majesty is not a blockhead."
"So you're a blockhead?"
"I...I'm not either!"
"Alright, alright, you're not one either."
Xue Tong spoke words of comfort to the soul guide, then looked at the swirling eddies on the surface of the East China Sea. The smile in his eyes vanished, leaving only a clear and calm expression.
It resembles an ancient well.
She raised her hand and touched her shoulder, remembering Xue Lan's voice not long ago.
It's a good thing that Lord Wolf is willing to take the initiative to persuade her to stay; at the very least, it shows that her intervention over the years has been remarkably effective. However…
When did my inner demons become so kind?
Thinking of this, Xue Tong narrowed her eyes slightly...
"I suddenly felt a chill down my back, as if an invisible force was interfering with me."
The deeper you go into the vortex, the darker it gets; in the deathly silence, you can't see your hand in front of your face.
Xue Lan nimbly dodged a floating stone wall in front of her and teased:
"You've earned Xue Tong's grudge."
"Oh."
The inner demon floating not far below her spoke weakly:
"got used to."
The woman stepped aside slightly, raised her hand, and summoned a ball of icy blue light, illuminating a small area beneath her feet.
There was a huge, cracked stone sculpture. It depicted the Fusang Golden Crow, the Wutong Phoenix, the Moon Toad and the Thunder Kui, with waves rippling for thousands of miles and the tides rising and falling endlessly.
The inner demon winked at Xue Lan:
"This should be the entrance to the Moonfall Well."