After bowing at 90° and apologizing to Fei Huihua, Kun Yi was finally able to escape and walked to school with Yi Liuling.
"It's really scary, Tigress." Kun Yi learned the lesson this time and didn't mention his name directly. "No wonder the smelly old man remains single. My mother must also be a powerful woman."
Yi Liuling heard this and looked at Kun Yi: "Have you not seen your mother since you were born?"
"Yes, I left her right after she gave birth. All I have in my memory is the smelly old man and two fierce women." Kun Yi said, "And, I don't know why, there are so many women who like the smelly old man. Every day, Dongma can
Cut out a few girls who wanted to sneak in. So, in order to avoid anyone cursing her, my mother did not say where she went, and there are no photos of her at home."
"Oh, you are still troubled by illegitimate meals. It's not easy for Teacher Quint." Yi Liuling turned into an emotional anchor and started the interview, "What about you, you will occasionally be curious about your mother's appearance and have the idea of meeting her.
?"
"No, the smelly old man said when she left, she told us not to look for her in the future." Kun Yi shrugged, "I'm a roadie, and I'm too lazy to go out, so I don't plan to look for her. Now I'm here
It’s pretty good. And we mixed-races are all like this. Because our blood is impure, we have a weak sense of belonging to our parents and even our race, unless we nurture it.”
Yi Liuling nodded and looked forward again: "As long as you are happy, it is a good thing."
With the blessing of Feng Xing Shu, the two of them quickly arrived at Area C. Granny Pearl wanted to attack Kun Yi, but after seeing his face clearly, she was deterred.
Quint is indeed the tyrant of Suojia, even six golden flowers can be suppressed.
Yi Liuling opened the door and saw Zi Maoyu sitting on his chair eating watermelon. As soon as she saw him, she said hello: "Hey, you're back. My dad sent me a watermelon. You want to eat it yourself."
Go get it over there."
"Zi Mao?" Kun Yi poked his head out from the door with a surprised look on his face, "Why do you live in the school?"
"Why can't I live in the school? All students can live in the school." Zi Maoyu looked confused.
"But, I remember your father asked you to live with your uncle in the village."
Hearing this, Zimao Yu put down the watermelon: "Ah, I got angry when I mentioned this. I did live there before. Then what? The young girls were all busy doing village tasks and ignored me.
The rest are all aunties. That’s it? That’s it? So, it’s better to stay in the school dormitory, where you can see so many beautiful girls.”
"I should have known that your virtues are nothing like your uncle." Kun Yi took a sip.
"My uncle is not much better. I don't have a female teacher's book for sale, right?"
"Um," Yi Liuling asked Kun Yi in a low voice, "Who is Zi Mao Zhen's uncle?"
"You should have heard of him, the dean of our school and a thinker." Kun Yi said.
Thinker is not a title, the real name of the dean is this. It is said that he is a very smart person, but I don't know what he thinks, and he will eventually embark on the road of selling notebooks.
"Is he actually from the pineapple family?" Yi Liuling recalled the oily old man in the portrait hanging in the school, and then looked at the purple hairy man digging watermelon and eating it coolly, "This guy looks completely different.
Looks like it."
Kun Yi shrugged: "Who knows? Ignore him and take out your game console first."
Yi Liuling thought about it and realized that it was indeed none of his business. He gave the things to Kun Yi early and continued to practice archery later.
"Hey, by the way," Zi Maoyu dug out a big spoonful of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth. He was still able to speak clearly, "Yi Liuling, how are you preparing for the exam? Are you the person behind the scenes?"
"I'm a ranger," Yi Liuling pulled out a bag from the closet and threw it to Kun Yi. She answered Zi Maoyu's question by the way, "Just prepare like that. Try not to fail the exam."
Kun Yi took a cup from the side and poured a glass of water. While drinking, he watched the two plant summoners chatting.
"Wow, plant-based rangers are rare," Zi Maoyu said in surprise, "Then you have to work hard, it's not easy to pass the exam with a potted plant."
"Well, what about you? Are you the person behind the scenes?"
"Me? I'm not. Strictly speaking, I don't belong to any profession, because my natal prop is very special," Zi Maoyu said mysteriously, "It's the pineapple of myself."
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough..." Kun Yi spat out a mouthful of water, choked and coughed for a long time, and then pointed at the purple hairy bird and said, "Where did you get it? Isn't the pineapple of self a pineapple of that pineapple?"
Yi Liuling smoothed over this matryoshka doll comment and roughly understood that the natal prop of Pineapple, one of the first generation leaders, was not an ordinary pineapple, but something called the pineapple of self. And Zi Maoyu's natal prop was not an ordinary pineapple.
Props are also like this.
But what's so strange about this? Yi Liuling didn't understand Kun Yi's surprise: many cultivators would choose the same props as their parents. Since they are from the pineapple family, it is normal to inherit a pineapple, right?
As for professions, since the first batch of residents who came to the Eighth World did not yet have a systematic way of cultivation, they usually planned their cultivation routes based on their own natal props, instead of relying on various methods like the current human race.
Professional skills bonus, use your own natal props in some strange ways.
There is no such thing as super ancient props that are very powerful in this world. Most people would not consider digging ruins, ancient tombs or the like. The natal props at that time were very rough and had evolved over more than 10 million years.
The new props that later became very suitable for human use are completely incomparable. Times are always progressing.
Of course, there are always exceptions to everything. There are some things that have a stronger chance of zero, but those are cases where the prop itself is extremely special or even unique.
"Isn't there only one pineapple of self in the world? Huahua is keeping it, right?" Kunyi walked to Zi Maoyu and looked him up and down, "I remember that your pineapple family only has one chance to inherit, so I gave it to you.
You? Why can’t I see what’s so great about you?”
"There's nothing you can do about it. I'm already the best of my generation. I'm the tallest among the shortest. Do you think I'm willing to inherit this thing? I originally wanted to become a swordsman to pick up girls." Zi Maoyu sighed.
He looked at Kun Yi meaningfully, "After all, this is fate, you should understand."
Kun Yi rolled his eyes: "Destiny, fate, this thing again, I really don't know why these old guys take it so seriously..."
"Do you still want to chat?" Yi Liuling didn't know what riddle the two were playing, but he knew very well why Xiao Ming's grandfather could live to be a hundred years old, so he didn't ask any more questions, "Then I'll go back to practice archery first.
.”
"Sword training? What kind of sword training?" Zi Maoyu suddenly became alert, "Do you also want to become a sword master and pick up girls?"