Yun Ni and Wang Chen looked at the three children laughing and laughed at each other, with happiness and glory in their eyes.
Such a scene has hardly ever appeared since their youngest son learned that he could not break through.
The aura of power and prison on Wang Chen also slowly dissipated under the fight between Wang Daoyi and the three men, and the celestial phenomena above the Wang family also returned to normal.
At this moment, through the mysterious mirror, he had been quietly observing the Wang Dao family's Fubao, and the fat little face looked leisurely.
Feeling the dissipation of the inner demons accompanied by the King Daoyi, he was even happier than King Daoyi at this moment.
"Sure enough, creatures like human race are really synonymous with miracles. No wonder Qingyun and others say that human race is one of the most suitable races to cultivate martial arts."
Fubao looked at the happy family, smacked his lips, and said with some sigh.
He never thought that it was very likely to become the most terrifying and difficult disaster in the king's way, and the accompanying inner demons would be solved so easily.
"Since the thorns on the tip of the heart have been removed, it seems that the 'cultivation' that had to be temporarily given up because of the accompanying inner demons can be implemented without any worries."
Wang Daoyi Fubao, who was sitting cross-legged in the sea of consciousness in the starry sky, touched his chin and said seriously.
Then Fubao remembered the pain and wailing of the predecessor of the mirror Qingyun and many young geniuses under the training.
Looking at Wang Daoyi, who was full of warm faces in the mysterious mirror, he grinned his little mouth, and the little flesh on his face shook, and said with a wicked smile:
"Cherish the few leisure time left, let's go, two days...hehe..."
At this time, Wang Daoyi, who was watching in circles by his mother and elder sister, could not even imagine how terrifying training Fubao had prepared for him.
"When I see you like this, my mother thinks you might as well be a mortal. At least you don't have to suffer so much, but you can be safe and sound."
Yun Ni gently stroked the sword marks that extended from Wang Dao's left shoulder to his right hip, and said with pain.
Wang Daowu, who was also surrounded by Wang Daoyi, after the initial shock and heartache, looked at the terrible scars on Wang Daoyi's body and said with some envy:
"So handsome, Xiao Shitou, it would be great if I had so many scars, so I..."
But before Wang Daowu finished speaking, she was slapped on the head by Yun Ni.
Yun Nifeng glared at her eyes, and her eyes looked at Wang Daowu without looking at Wang Daoyi's gentleness at all. She said angrily:
"What nonsense? Do you know what these injuries on your brother represent? You also want them too. If you were the ones you might not know where to explain them. What should you do if you ask me and your father?!"
Wang Daowu covered her head with her hands, and her beautiful eyes that were not inferior to Yun Ni were spinning around, and she looked at the scars on Wang Daoyi's body from time to time with envy.
Obviously, Yun Ni's words meant that for her, she went in and out of the left ear.
Yun Ni himself is a high-level saint, and as the mother of Wang Daoyi and three, he naturally saw his daughter's absent-minded thoughts.
So Yun Ni's face turned black and said unquestionably to Wang Daowu:
"You will be by my side from now on, and teach you how to be a lady from a family, and you will look like a girl who is always using martial arts guns and sticks. In the past, you were the only one in the clan who could support the face of my younger generation in the Wang family. Now you say that
Once I come back, and with Dao Chen, you no longer need to show up, so I will stay at home in the future!”
Wang Daowu, who had no concern at all, heard Yun Ni's decisive words and immediately screamed, his head was about to be like a rattle, and said:
"Ah! No, Mother, I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't want to learn anything like female heroes. I'm not an ordinary woman, I don't want it!"
Yun Ni looked at Wang Daowu like a boy and ignored Wang Daowu.
Wang Daowu looked at Yun Ni, who was not shaken at all, and panicked, realizing that his mother might be coming to the real world this time.
So Wang Daowu, who was at a loss, pretended to be pitiful and wanted to cry, turned to look at his father Wang Chen who was smiling and watching the show.
Wang Chen, who was looking at the warm scene in front of him happily, suddenly saw his daughter's pitiful eyes, and the cold and ruthless heart for the enemy suddenly became soft.
Wang Chen looked at his small cotton jacket with tears in his eyes. Even though he knew that it was a small cotton jacket, even if he knew that if he spoke at this time, he would definitely not be able to get it.
But for the happiness of his little cotton jacket, Wang Chen finally sighed softly and walked towards Yun Ni, intending to ask for love for Wang Daowu.
And to be honest, in Wang Chen's heart, it would be a pity to let the daughter of one of the four young supremes really give up martial arts.
After all, they are warriors, not women in the ordinary world.
Looking at Wang Daowu's actions in her father's actions, her beautiful eyes lit up. At this moment, her father's image in her heart couldn't help but become taller and more majestic.
When Wang Chen felt the joy and admiration in his daughter's eyes, he couldn't help but get a little faster.
The momentum that disappeared without a trace when facing his wife was actually much higher for the first time.
It can be seen from this that the Holy Lord Qingtian is a daughter slave while raking his ears.