But now his martial arts is so good that even Qingfeng and Lechi are no match for him.
For a little kid to be able to practice like this, it's already very good.
Doudin Doubao said that his progress was faster than that of his mother back then.
Why doesn’t mom still want to come back? [
Is it because he doesn’t work hard enough?
"Mom, Beibei has mastered another skill. Can you open your eyes and take a look? Just take a look and then go back to sleep. Beibei promises not to be a scumbag..."
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Disgusted, he cried again.
Uncle Feng and Aunt Lin both said, "A good man bleeds but never sheds tears."
He couldn't cry anymore. It would be unmanly to cry anymore.
In another hundred years, he will be an adult
(He is a combination of immortals and demons, and his growth is extremely slow. Although he is already eleven or twelve years old, he still looks like he is six or seven years old. He does not need to practice, he is a demon. In his long life, he was still eleven or twelve years old.
Equivalent to early childhood)
He wiped away his tears.
Carefully put the woman in white's bare hands beside her.
The door creaked open, and a man in green walked in.
That man was as tall as a bamboo and had a handsome face. He was no less impressive than Yue Wushang.
At this moment, he was holding a wooden barrel in his hand, and that barrel was no ordinary barrel.
The sky-blue wood grain has a strange aroma.
As soon as you enter the house, the aroma wafts throughout the room, making you wake up and forget your worries.
There is a bright red liquid in the barrel, with countless petals floating above the liquid.
Those petals are pure white, and although they are soaked in bright red liquid, they are not stained with a trace of red.
As white as angel feathers...
"Yue Beibei, get out of the way. Uncle Feng will try this method again." Feng Liyan placed the barrel in front of the couch.[