kingnovel Chapter 202 She is his daughter
Chapter 202 She is his daughter
When Zhuo Qingci saw the glow, he thought someone was having a barbecue in the wilderness and wanted to beat someone up, so he slowly walked over to take a look with his sword in hand.
It turned out there was no one there.
Because he was taught to be kind, Zhuo Qingci was ready to give the man who was setting fire to the mountain a good beating and then give him the spiritual stone to repair his broken leg. The corners of his mouth dropped.
Disappointed, so disappointed.
It’s another treasure of heaven and earth. What’s the use of giving him these treasures of heaven and earth all day long? He picked up three apprentices and couldn't use them all. Do you want him to pick up three more?
Zhuo Qingci stared at the ball of light floating in the air and reached out to poke it.
The unknown light wrapped around his fingers softly.
It feels better than Ayu's tail that couldn't be retracted when she was a child.
Zhuo Qingci touched it again and again, silently allowing it to wrap around the whole ball of light.
Golden and warm.
like.
Although I don't know what the use is of taking it back, it doesn't hurt to take it with me.
"Do you want to follow me?"
The ball of light ignored him, climbed up hard, and settled on Zhuo Qingci's shoulder.
"If you don't say anything, I will assume that you are willing to follow me?"
The light group paid no attention to it and just sunbathed on the beach.
Zhuo Qingci reached out and touched the little thing on his shoulder that was unwilling to move. Without saying anything, he continued walking forward with it.
As a result, he didn't meet any monsters along the way.
Zhuo Qingci, who had walked several miles to avoid alerting others, once again rushed to the places where evil spirits were marked on the map. Only to find that there was nothing at the scene, he finally realized something was wrong.
Isn’t it said that this place has become so serious that no one is willing to take over?
Why is it cleaner along the way than in Guiyi Zongli?
"What did you do?"
The ball of light bounced around like glass jelly, trying hard to break free and climb onto Zhuo Qingci's shoulders.
"No."
Guangtuanzi: QAQ
Zhuo Qing Ci:......
Why can he see feelings from such a dumpling with nothing.
"Spirit turned on? That's weird. You should be smarter then."
Tuanzi ignored it and pretended to be dead in his hands.
Zhuo Qingci put it on the ground.
Then he tentatively released an evil spirit from the ring.
"Aww."
Before the evil spirit could rejoice that he could escape, he entered a scorching space.
"You are evil."
Zhuo Qingci witnessed how this small ball of light swallowed up Xie Xiu who had just opened his mouth and was about to laugh wildly, and then continued to pretend to be dead, showing an expression of "Sure enough".
"Dirty, spit it out."
The Tuanzitan continued to pretend to be dead on the ground.
"Spit it out."
Your dumpling is not responding.
"Forget it, you have eaten up all the tasks, and I have nothing to do. Do you want grilled fish?"
Tuanzi, who was pretending to be dead, immediately came back to life, quickly climbed back onto the young immortal's shoulder and rubbed his face.
So, why does he want to serve such a dumpling?
Zhuo Qingci took the seventy-eighth grilled fish and sat under the peach tree, meditating.
Didn't he come to go on a mission, then find some interesting forbidden areas to wander around, and finally go back to see him with good things despite the old guy's anger?
He should be standing upside down in the sky with his sword and frightening a random Taoist friend.
Instead of grilling fish here for a dumpling with no face or hands.
He has never served anyone at his age. Even if he picks up a disciple, the eldest disciple will pour him tea at a young age. The second disciple will know how to guard the courtyard gate for him when he first comes. Even the third disciple who is picked up is still a fox cub. While he was writing, his disciples would sit by the side with a brush in their mouths, waiting for him to reach out.
Moreover, isn’t this dumpling a natural treasure?
Tuanzi, who had finished eating the grilled fish, stretched out a small tentacle and patted the corner of the meditative immortal's clothes. The immortal, who was still thinking seriously, naturally handed over the grilled fish in his hand.
"Eat slowly."
The dumpling raised the uneaten grilled fish to his mouth.
"I have been abstinent for a long time and don't eat this kind of thing."
The grilled fish that was tremblingly raised to his mouth retracted silently.
Zhuo Qingci raised his chin to watch it eat, and suddenly remembered how it had just been relying on him for life and death.
"Did you just steal my spiritual power?"
Xiaoguang Danzi, who was gnawing on the grilled fish, paused after hearing this, rolled to the side as if nothing had happened, and continued to eat the grilled fish, pretending that he did not understand.
Zhuo Qingci reached out and took it back, then raised it to look at it.
Then he put it on his knees and reached for his sword.
"You can eat spiritual power and evil spirits. Do you want me to give you something good to eat?"
Zhuo Qingci made a small cut on his hand and poured a drop of it into the dumpling's dazed state.
"If the old guy hadn't sealed my power, I wouldn't have had to give you so much blood. Don't eat that kind of dirty stuff in the future."
The drop of blood hung on his fingertips, and after a while it slowly fell and dripped onto the head of the light ball.
The drop of blood containing the power of heaven quickly disappeared into the golden light.
The light group dimmed for a moment, and then suddenly burst into light.
"No, even if you like it, you don't need to be so happy! The light is too bright, it flashes..."
Zhuo Qingci, who hadn't finished speaking yet, opened his eyes and looked into a pair of round eyes.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the child stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of his nose. He seemed to be surprised, and he curled his eyes and smiled.
Zhuo Qingci, who had not yet realized what was happening, stared blankly at the little girl who even knew how to put on his own clothes and let her reach out to touch his facial features curiously.
"Uh-huh?"
Zhuo Qingci, who was still in shock, said: "Huh?"
"Pfft!"
The child lay in his arms and confidently pointed to the grilled fish sticks on the ground and patted him again.
hungry.
Zhuo Qingci, who finally realized what was happening, subconsciously reached out to support the little guy who was leaning out to get the stick, and put him back on his knees.
"Children can't eat fish."
The child who was retrieved seemed a little unconvinced and puffed out his cheeks and ignored him.
Zhuo Qingci reached out and poked her cheek, but she was slapped away angrily. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Qingci took the non-threatening hand opposite her.
The wound he cut himself had not healed yet. When he held her hand, the wound touched her again, which hurt a little.
But Zhuo Qingci would never feel such little pain.
An even more wonderful feeling came to his mind, entangling him.
It was as if a tiny seed had burst out of his desolate spirit.
He could feel his blood echoing hers, the moment he held her hand.
What a strange feeling.
The immortal lowered his eyes to look at the child he had coaxed in his arms, and freed up a hand to touch her face.
Soul, golden, connected to him.
It's not that I met him or made friends with him for various reasons, but that I was born into this world because of him.
She had his blood on her.
She is his.