After hearing his son's words, Tai Long couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and said in a deep voice:
"Let's go home first. In my impression, no powerful sect uses Blue Silver Grass as its martial spirit."
“I really didn’t expect that Bluesilver Grass could become so powerful. Let’s go back and ask your grandpa, maybe he knows.”
“Grandpa?”
The expression on Tai Lung's face suddenly became as bitter as a bitter gourd.
"No need. Dad, we are so embarrassed. If grandpa finds out, he won't punish us severely."
"Besides, what if he comes to us like you?" If the school makes trouble, I won’t be able to go to school.”
Tylenol snorted.
"We, the force clan, just protect our shortcomings and are shameless, what's wrong? Do you have any opinion?"
"You must tell your grandfather about this matter, I don't believe a child either The strength can be so strong.”
"Listen to what the old man said. It's not a shame to come to pick up trouble. What's shameful is to make trouble and let people leave."
"If I don't get this tone out, I'll be suffocated to death."< br>
The two strong figures gradually went away. One of the father and son had a face as swollen as a pig's head, and the other was as pale as paper.
It’s really as embarrassing as it is.
……
Qibao Glazed Sect.
Ning Rongrong sat on the sofa in the hall and kept shaking her slender legs. Her red lips were so pouty that they could hang on the soy sauce bottle.
Having been back for most of the day, her father was nowhere to be seen, which made the excitement in her heart gradually fade.
Opposite Ning Rongrong, an old man with a withered face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still surprising.
He is not the kind of strong man with extremely swollen muscles, but his entire body frame is astonishingly large.
The sofa that was already very spacious became obviously much smaller when he sat on it.
The clothes seemed to be made entirely of bones, the muscles and skin were shriveled, and the eye sockets were sunken. If seen at night, it would look like a huge skeleton.
The few sparse strands on my head hanging on my scalp are as ugly as they want.
"My little princess, don't be angry, your father will probably be back soon."
The haggard old man put down the tea cup and said to Ning Rongrong.
His voice was very hoarse, like falling leaves blown by the wind, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.
Ning Rongrong jumped down from the sand, ran to the haggard old man's lap and sat down. Compared with the old man with a huge frame, she was as fair and beautiful as a doll.
Raised his hand and grabbed the white hair on the head of the withered old man.
"I don't care. I've been gone for so long, but my father is not here when I finally come back. He is avoiding me on purpose, right?"
"Grandpa Bones, you have to do something for me. Lord.”
The withered skin on the face of the withered old man twitched, and he said with a bit of laughter and tears:
"My little princess, please stop tossing these withered grass on your grandpa's head, otherwise, I will really I want to become bald, and I will be teased by that bitch like Grandpa Jian.”
“You let me make the decision for you, what should I do? Is there anyone else in the sect who can offend you? ?”
Ning Rongrong thought for a while and said:
“That’s true, huh, no matter what, when dad comes back, I must let him give me something good so that I can calm down. .”
"Grandpa Bones, you have to speak for me."
For the sake of the few stumps on his head, the withered old man had no choice but to nod his head.
I don’t know how surprised people from the soul master world would be if they saw him like this now.
The Bone Douluo, known as the most mysterious among the Titled Douluo, could actually be made like this by a little girl. I am afraid no one would believe it if he told her.
"You know Grandpa Bones is the best."
Ning Rongrong didn't seem to think there was anything ugly about the old man in front of him. She kissed him hard on the face and then jumped off his lap. Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, Bone Douluo's eyes showed a hint of warm doting. It could be said that he had watched Ning Rongrong grow up.
The little witch's spoiled character from childhood was almost cultivated by him and Ning Rongrong's other Grandpa Jian.
“I heard that our little witch is back?”
“Where is it, Rongrong, come out quickly and let dad have a look.”
At this moment, the rescuer finally arrived.
Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was excited and wanted to go up to him, but then realized that he was still angry, and quickly turned around with a straight face, facing away from the door.
The charming look on the sand made Bone Douluo laugh for a while.
A refined middle-aged man walked into the hall accompanied by an old man in white.
And this man is Ning Rongrong’s father, Ning Fengzhi, the master of the Qibao Glazed Sect and known as the number one auxiliary soul master in the mainland.
Ning Fengzhi saw her daughter at a glance, and then remembered Yun Feng at the auction house, but after hesitating for a moment, she still did not say anything directly.
Just strode up quickly.
"Girl, why are you turning your back to dad? It's been almost a year. Dad misses you so much!"
Ning Rongrong turned around fiercely.
"Miss me? That's weird, you wish I wasn't at home."
Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter's angry look and couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. She sat down on the sofa and reached out to hug her daughter.
Who knew, but Ning Rongrong turned around and dodged.
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be surprised when he didn't hug his daughter. Although he was an auxiliary soul master.
But the huge soul power of more than seventy levels also had a strong transformation on his body, which was much stronger than ordinary people.
Ning Rongrong inherited his martial spirit and was also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged her casually, his speed was not slow and his daughter easily dodged it.
Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran directly towards the old man in white and threw himself into his arms.
"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much, woohoo..."
Ning Rongrong was reunited with her relatives after a long absence. After all, Ning Rongrong was still a little girl. She was so excited that she burst into tears. out.
The old man in white quickly hugged her little body with regret.
"Be good, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too! I miss you so much."
Ning Rongrong raised her head.
"Is it true?"
The old man in white said seriously:
"Of course it is true. If you don't believe it, ask your Grandpa Bones."
Ning Rongrong blinked his big, clear eyes.
"But, Grandpa Bones told me just now that he thinks a little more than you think I think."
"He farted."
The old man in white did not give the withered old man any face.
“Obviously I miss you more.”
“That’s why you fart.”
The withered old man suddenly stood up from the sand. His terrifying height was nearly two and a half meters tall. Coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more terrifying.
“Are you not convinced? Let’s go and find a place to fight.”
The old man in white puffed up his chest and stared at the opponent without fear.
"Okay, okay, Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, you have been fighting for your whole life, Rongrong has just come back, let's forget it today." (End of Chapter)
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