Chapter 207 Wanting to take care of the child, Ah Yinpai Spice
The loud, old-fashioned but heroic laughter gradually subsided.
Qian Daoliu got rid of those melancholy.
Smiled and said:
"Xiao Jue, after leaving Wuhun City so many times, is there any other girl you like?"
"Uh"
Qian Renjue’s smiling face became stiff.
He shook his head helplessly: "Grandpa, I don't have a crush on anyone right now."
"Alas~"
Qiandaoliu sighed quietly.
"Xiao Jue, you have to pay more attention to this kind of thing yourself. You can't always let grandpa pull the strings."
"Grandpa, I take it seriously."
Qian Renjue hurriedly Screaming injustice.
He has kept in touch with Ye Lingling this year.
I went out to see her half a year ago.
"And grandpa, there is really no need to be so deliberate about this kind of thing."
"Just let it happen."
Qian Renjue curled his lips.
Silently put away the two storage soul guides.
He didn't want to experience the embarrassment of going to Benxian again because Qian Daoliu was the one pulling the strings.
"Let it go?"
Qian Daoliu raised his brows and couldn't help but said sarcastically.
"It's been more than ten years. I haven't seen you come back with a girl to show us."
"I'm still young"
Qian Ren Absolutely hesitant.
He usually goes out to do business.
Go home after you finish your work, and you won’t pay attention to fate.
“Not too young anymore.”
Qian Daoliu hummed.
The Light Feather Douluo in the air next to him nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, I have nothing to do, and I also want to take care of the child again."
Qian Renjue raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Douluo.
Somewhat ashamed.
"What Guang Ling said is that I haven't masturbated a baby in so many years, and my hands are itchy."
Lion Douluo shook his big hand.
The appearance of Qian Renjue’s delicate skin and tender meat vividly appeared in his mind and palms.
"My grandpas and children are not here to play with."
Qian Renjue raised his hand to cover his forehead.
If he really had such a scene, he would not dare to let them play it easily.
“Haha. We won’t play badly.”
Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed.
Qian Renjue raised his hand and scratched his hair.
Compared with this kind of scene, he would rather face the Eighth Soul Skill of Light Ling Douluo
Bow down and run away.
"Grandpa, if there is nothing else, my grandson will leave first."
Qian Daoliu laughed dumbly.
I am no longer surprised by Qian Renjue’s evasive behavior.
I naturally agreed.
“Okay, be more careful when you go out”
“My grandson will do it.”
Qian Renjue assured.
"Yes."
Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction and couldn't help but praise:
"Those things you set out to promote are indeed very good."
"Much better than Ji'er."
"..."
Hear the deep voice at the end.
Qian Renjue was slightly startled, with a hint of pain in his purple eyes.
Silent for a moment, he forced a smile and said:
"Don't worry, grandpa, my grandson will try to do better."
"Well, grandpa believes in you."
Qian Daoliu looked emotional and waved his sleeves.
Softly said: "Go, remember to tell Xiaoxue to come home often."
"Grandson, please leave."
Qian Renjue bowed and backed away, He said goodbye to several worshippers.
"Grandpas, I'll come see you next time."
"Go, go, I'm waiting for the day when you become the pope."
Guang Ling Douluo landed.
Throwing away the two bracelets on his hands.
The worshipers silently watched Qian Renjue’s leaving figure.
There are smiles on all faces.
"Brother, it seems that the Wuhun Palace is really prosperous now."
Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but sigh.
With a smile on his face, Qian Daoliu said faintly:
"Yes. They are the Qian Family and the future of Wuhun Palace."
"... "
"Fourth brother, come on, let me put on your bracelet and let's make some gestures."
Light Ling Douluo's cheerful voice sounded.
......
Qian Renjue walked out of the worship hall.
He raised his head and glanced at the dazzling sun in the sky.
Follow the shining sunlight and shift your gaze to the Douluo Hall where faith is gathered. I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.
"Indeed, grandpa is right, a long time has passed"
Qian Renjue murmured softly.
Pick up your steps and walk towards the childhood home of their siblings.
Immutable layout.
Until now.
When Qian Renxue came back, the yard still belonged to the two of them.
A few pillars of tribute incense emitted wisps of white smoke.
Rampant in the house.
Dingle bell!
The bell hanging on the wall seemed to be stirred by the smoke and rang slightly.
Qian Renjue still remembers his instructions.
If you think about yourself, then shake the bell in your hand
"Well~ I'm not here."
Qian Renjue sat cross-legged on the ground, holding on He held his chin and sat quietly.
……
Until dusk.
Qian Renjue stepped on the long stairs and returned halfway up the mountain.
He had already inspected the gifts given by the worshipers.
Four of the soul bones.
Except for the left leg bone from the 60,000-year-old Netherworld Ghost Tiger
the other three bones are not suitable for him.
The 60,000-year-old soul bone is actually quite good.
But Qian Renjue still doesn’t plan to absorb it now. There is no rush for this kind of thing.
The brilliance of the setting sun spreads along the sky.
There seems to be a bright golden sword standing straight across the horizon.
“Nana, be careful.”
Qian Renjue just stepped into the yard.
Hu Liena, who had already woken up and finished washing, walked out of the kitchen.
There is steaming broth in his hand.
Neatly dressed, tall and with a smile on his face set off by short orange hair.
No more panic.
"Huh? Senior brother, you are back."
See Qian Renjue.
Hu Liena suddenly smiled and stood there with a gentle look on her face.
"Well, I'm back."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly and looked in the direction of the kitchen with some confusion.
urged softly:
"Nana, stop standing there and put your things away."
"Yes."
Hu Liena responded with a smile.
Qian Renjue was about to walk towards the kitchen when he turned to ask Hu Liena.
“By the way, where is Ah Yin?”
“Ah Yin and the teacher are inside.”
Hu Liena replied softly, wiping the tabletop under the pavilion.
“Master~”
A Yin’s voice was soft, as if calling for help.
“Oh, Mother Holy Son, don’t cut, don’t cut, it won’t hurt if you do it yourself.”
Qian Renjue walked inside curiously.
Standing at the door, the aroma of vegetables is fragrant.
What came into view were Ah Yin who was lighting the fire, and Bibi Dong whose back was turned to him.
The strange thing is.
One of Ah Yin's arms has turned into its own body and reached out to the chopping board.
A few tender branches and leaves withered freely and painlessly.
He shrank back again.
Qian Renjue looked very strange and said in confusion:
"What is mom doing? Why did you come back so early today?"
"Of course I'm preparing a gift for Xue'er ”
Bibi Dong's voice was soft.
He picked up and smashed the Blue Silver Emperor on the chopping board without even turning his head.
“Then Ah Yin.”
Qian Renjue looked at the poor Ah Yin, still puzzled.
“Mom thinks it’s quite fragrant, plump and juicy, but not astringent.”
“And it’s not poisonous, so it’s perfect for making spices.”
Bibi Dong explained with a charming smile.
“Fragrance, spice?!”
Qian Renjue blinked his eyes, a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
“You siblings don’t need anything, and your mother doesn’t have any private property.”
"Of course what you make by yourself must be the best."
Bibi Dong didn't take it seriously.
These are the buds that Ah Yin voluntarily fell off after seeing her spider sickle.
For Ah Yin, who is full of vitality, it is not a big deal.
Not to mention drinking her son's blood.
"No matter if it is the best or not, as long as it is made by mom, I will like it."
Qian Renjue shook his head and moved closer to Bibi Dong.
At the same time, he waved to Ah Yin and stretched out his index finger for her to suck.
Getting closer.
Qian Renjue discovered it
Bibi Dong mixed the fragrant and sweet grass juice with cream and squeezed it onto the cake.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)