"Be calm for me later. Be careful if I slap you again!" Wang Lanyue said, his expression becoming more severe.
Ning Ji felt extremely sad.
He couldn't help but think about the past.
In his childhood, Ning Zhuo was so playful that he forgot the time to eat. He came back late, leaving only scraps on the table.
"Who asked you to come back so late? Hehehe, you are going to be in trouble." Ning Ji sat down and laughed after eating and drinking.
Ning Zhuo stuck out his tongue, sat up, and was about to pick up his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.
Snap.
Wang Lan swiped her chopsticks and knocked Ning Zhuo's chopsticks to the ground.
"There are no rules!" Wang Lan looked cold, "There is dirt between your fingers. Have you forgotten the rules I once taught you? Go and wash your hands!"
"Yes." Ning Zhuo looked pale, nodded quickly, left the stool, covered the back of his hands, and ran out of the house to wash his hands.
After such a delay, the bell rang.
"It's time, let's clean up the restaurant. Oh, Ah Zhuo doesn't have to eat!" Ning Ji gloated and clapped his hands.
"Head of the family?" Wang Lan looked at Ning Zui with hesitation on his face.
Ning Zui looked indifferent, stood up slowly, and left his seat: "Rules are rules, don't relax."
"Yes, the boss." Wang Lan lowered her head and responded.
Ning Zhuo stepped into the restaurant.
The child who once covered the red back of his hand and rushed to wash his hands seemed to have grown into a sixteen-year-old boy in the blink of an eye.
He was dressed in white clothes, with calm eyes, and walked in slowly.
Both Ning Ji and Wang Lan felt that time was passing by.
Wang Lan calmed down her emotions, stood up immediately, smiled at Ning Zhuo, and waved: "Xiao Zhuo is here, come on, I'm waiting for you to start dinner."
Ning Zhuo saluted and said, "Auntie."
He looked at Ning Ji again and smiled slightly: "Cousin."
Ning Ji nodded with a complicated expression.
Wang Landao: "Hey, you kid, you are still so polite. Stop saluting. Our family doesn't have so many rules. Sit down quickly. Sit down quickly."
Wang Lan led Ning Zhuo to sit next to him.
However, she did not sit in the main seat.
The main seat of the round table is empty, which belongs to Ning Zhen.
When Ning Zhuo saw this, he understood the intention of Wang Lan's warm hospitality.
Sure enough, within a moment of eating, Wang Lan mentioned Ning Cui: "Xiao Zhuo, your uncle did something wrong in this matter and secretly withheld something that should have belonged to you."
"You are a kind and good boy, otherwise you would not take the initiative to forgive your uncle."
"Your father's brother is your uncle, and we are a real family!"
When Wang Lan said these words, she felt extremely aggrieved and harbored hidden anger.
She knew very well that this was a lie! But now that Ning Xiaoren had made the arrangements, Ning Zui could only hold his nose and cooperate, and Wang Lan's only choice was to have a husband and a wife.
Ning Zhuo said: "Auntie, you are right, the people I am closest to in this world are still you."
"The first time I heard the news, to be honest, I was very angry."
"But as time went by, I thought about it. After all, he is my uncle, and you are my closest relatives."
"As long as you return the embezzled money and resources, that will be fine."
"When have we ever been corrupted? That Ning Xiaoren is such a villain, how can you believe anything he says?!" Wang Lan roared in her heart, her anger making her smile look distorted and ferocious.
She suppressed her anger: "Yes, we will pay it back. But it must be paid in one lump sum. After all, the amount is huge and we can't pay it out all at once."
"I can understand it, it's completely okay." Ning Zhuo nodded.
As he spoke, he observed Ning Ji and Wang Lan.
The prototype of the supernatural power has been secretly put into use.
Different from before, his life-threatening magical power lotus seed now has a lotus root node.
The prototype of his magical power allowed him to realize that he had been able to restrain the fluctuations and quietly activate his magical power.
As long as the target is not very powerful, he can converge his aura to the extreme and remain unaware of it.
The reason why Ning Zhuo chose to live in his uncle's house temporarily was because he was subject to a lot of surveillance in Ning Xiaoren's mansion, and he also planned to test his magical powers.
The supernatural power of human life is hanging by a thread. The more you understand, the stronger your control becomes.
In this world, Ning Zuo's family is the one Ning Zhuo knows best. After all, spending more than ten years together day and night is no joke.
In Ning Zhuo's field of vision, a thread of life gradually formed on the top of Ning Ji's head.
Different from the thread of human life used in the lava fairy palace to draw souls, the one controlled by Ning Zhuo is very slender and translucent.
Not long after, a life-threatening thread appeared above Wang Lan's head.
Mother and son were completely unaware.
Ning Zhuo tried to control.
Ning Ji suddenly grabbed his neck and made a clicking sound.
"What's wrong?" Wang Lan was about to persuade Ning Zhuo, but was interrupted by Ning Ji's unexpected situation.
Ning Ji's face turned red and he said, "I ate fish and a fish bone stuck in my throat."
Wang Lan snorted coldly and ignored him.
She continued: "Xiao Zhuo, look, your uncle has been in a private prison for so many days. You also know the environment of a private prison. It is really not a place for human beings."
"I have begged to see the young patriarch, but he refused to see us."
"Xiao Zhuo, I just miss you...cough cough cough."
Wang Lan suddenly coughed.
Ning Zhuo hurriedly handed over a cup: "Auntie, please speak slowly and don't get excited."
Wang Lan thanked him, took the cup, and took a sip of water.
"Cough cough cough!" This time, she coughed more seriously.
Because I choked on water.
"I made you laugh, Xiao Zhuo." It took Wang Lan a long time to recover, and the emotions that had been brewing before were gone.
Of course, Ning Zhuo would not tell her that her performance was the result of his own trial of magical powers.
Wang Lan thought about it for a while before speaking.
Ning Ji grabbed his neck again, opened his mouth wide, and made strange noises.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Lan frowned.
Ning Ji said aggrievedly: "I, I was stabbed by a fish bone again."
"You're so big, you can't even eat a fish! You're really good!" Wang Lan glared at Ning Ji fiercely.
Ning Ji quickly lowered his head and pretended to be scolded.
Wang Lan criticized a few words, and Ning Ji's face became redder and redder, and he became restless.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Lan asked.
"Mom, I want to go to the toilet." Ning Ji said.
The strong urge to urinate made him wish he could get a solution now.
"Go, go quickly." Wang Lan didn't even look at Ning Ji.
Ning Ji immediately stood up and walked out of the restaurant quickly. His posture was very awkward, and when he stepped through the door, he accidentally farted.
Ning Zhuo manipulated the thread of life, causing Ning Ji's left foot to trip over his right foot. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the latter fell directly to the ground.
Wang Lan stared, and as soon as she cursed, she choked on her own saliva and coughed for a long time.
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to stop Wang Lan from continuing: "Auntie, I guessed what you want to say."
"Don't worry, I will beg for mercy from the young patriarch."
"Strive to release uncle as soon as possible."
After hearing these words, Wang Lan slapped her thigh with excitement: "Oh, Xiao Zhuo, you are such a good boy, you are so good!"
"Thank you, aunt, thank you so much."
Ning Zhuo said: "Let's eat first."
Wang Lan took the initiative to use serving chopsticks to pick up food for Ning Zhuo.
But halfway through, the dish fell on the table.
Wang Lan was embarrassed.
"Aunt, you don't need to do these things. I will do it myself." Ning Zhuo used chopsticks to pick out a fish eye and put it in his mouth.
It was just a taste, but Ning Zhuo was already deeply obsessed with this feeling.
Life hangs on a thread!
As long as it is used, as long as it is caught by the thread of human life, the monk's behavior will be partially controlled.
Take Ning Zhuo's experiment just now. Wang Lan and Ning Ji both made small moves and made many mistakes.
"This feeling, this feeling...it's really wonderful."
As if everything can be easily affected by oneself, as if everything can be under one's control!
Ning Zhuo was deeply fascinated by this.
"How does it taste?" Wang Lan looked concerned, "I made this fish myself."
Ning Zhuo nodded while chewing the tasteless fish eyeballs, with a cold light in his eyes as he sincerely sighed: "This tastes... really good."
Chapter completed!