At this time, Zhuang Xinfen, who had been repeatedly recalling the original battle, suddenly woke up. I just happened to see Zhou Zhairen and Leng Qiao throwing their weapons into the air one after another.

She hurriedly took advantage of Leng Qiao's inattention, got up and jumped up, ready to catch the orchid blade. How did she know that Leng Qiao, who was several times faster than him, had been secretly watching her every move.

Seeing Zhuang Xinfen jumping high, Leng Qiao deliberately pretended not to notice her, so that she could relax her vigilance first.

It wasn't until Zhuang Xinfen was completely sure that the antique of the Lan Xin Blade was about to fall into her hands and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, that Leng Qiao suddenly dodged up.

Zhuang Xinfen only felt a vague shadow flashing in front of her, and the treasure that was about to arrive in the next second turned into an embarrassing catch.

Zhuang Xinfen's smile shifted to Leng Qiao's face, but she was so innocent. Zhuang Xinfen was a little surprised: there is such a city government at a young age, and he can firmly grasp the timing of his shot, this eccentric little guy. It seems that my training has improved a little bit before.

Leng Qiao raised the Lan Xin blade in his hand: "Haha...... It's been two years, and this time it's finally in my hands! ”

Zhuang Xinfen's face was black, but Zhou Zhairen on the side stepped forward and patted Leng Qiao's little shoulder: "Leng Qiao, how can you talk to Mommy?" ”

Leng Qiao stretched out his thumb and swept his nose in a chic manner: "In the past two years, Mommy, she has always used various means to train me. I've always been a disadvantage, and now I've got another ability, huh! ”

Zhuang Xinfen was originally full of love for this poor child, and even a little doting, but she heard Leng Qiao's words. But suddenly the pear blossoms brought rain: "Hey, for so many years, a handful of and urine have pulled you big, and now your wings are hard, don't you listen to Mommy?" ”

Looking at Zhuang Xinfen crying bitterly, Leng Qiao didn't realize that all along, she had been demanding of herself, not deliberately targeting herself, but giving herself high hopes. And now, he is .......

Although his mind is not mature, he vaguely seems to have felt Zhuang Xinfen's nurturing grace to him, and the reward he gave is a sharp contrast between black and white.

For this reason, Leng Qiao's heart suddenly became a little uncomfortable, he lowered his head and walked towards Zhuang Xinfen, and carefully pulled the corner of her clothes: "Mommy, let's go back!" ”

Zhou Zhairen on the side looked a little at a loss, and he patted his head with some remorse: "It's all my fault, if I hadn't taken out this old knife Lan Xin Blade, there wouldn't have been such a show." All right, Prophet Zhuang. Let's go for afternoon tea! As my apology to your mother and son, okay? ”

Leng Qiao's heart, which was already a little bored, suddenly became even more disgusted. stretched out his small fist and smashed it on Zhou Zhairen like a raindrop: "It's all your fault, let you plant people again...... Hurry up and clean up your expired garbage and hypocritical face in front of my eyes, and go non-stop to places beyond the reach of my thoughts. ”

As he spoke, he threw the Lan Xin blade in his hand to him, raised his little foot and kicked him hard, and then approached Zhuang Xinfen again: "Mommy, don't cry." I don't want to take the Orchid Blade, okay? ”

So he stretched out his little hand to wipe away the tears on Zhuang Xinfen's face.

Zhuang Xinfen choked up for a while: "Okay." Cold bridges. You're still young, Mommy doesn't blame you. If you want to blame, you can only blame Mommy for pampering you too much. ”

Leng Qiao glanced at Zhou Zhairen, who was in a dilemma: "You still haven't left, are you waiting for my good attitude?" ”

Zhou Zhairen stepped forward and pinched Leng Qiao's nose: "Isn't it pleasant to take the magic mask I gave you, but to scold the uncle so domineeringly?" Also, what you just said about your thoughts, do you have any thoughts now that are detached from simple imprints? ”

Leng Qiao was about to say something to fight back, but he saw Zhou Zhairen looking at him with a little playfulness: "To put it simply, has your mind hatched, and has it broken through the hardest eggshell?" ”

Leng Qiao looked at him with disdain: "That's my business, let's not talk about the relationship between eggs and thoughts, at least my thoughts are incomprehensible to a guy like you who pursues expired garbage all day long." ”

Zhuang Xinfen, who had just been amused by Leng Qiao, hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her child: "Child, Mommy asked you, who taught you these?" ”

Leng Qiao squinted at Zhou Zhairen, who was a little depressed over there, and winked at Zhuang Xinfen again: "This is my secret with him, why do you want to tell you?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen looked at her child helplessly, at least now this child is still her own. She comforted herself again and again, but the secret that he was a poor orphan was that she was going to take it to the grave: "Child, Mommy doesn't mind you playing with others, but I'm just worried that you'll be taken advantage of by the bad guys, nothing else, you know?" ”

Leng Qiao hesitated slightly, but still did not speak.

Zhuang Xinfen looked at Zhou Zhairen on the side with some disappointment: "Brother Zhou, Leng Qiao is unscrupulous, and I hope you don't have the same knowledge as him." ”

Zhou Zhairen looked at the child who was grimacing at him, and shook his head helplessly: "He has retained a lot of his father's style, does this have anything to do with genetic inheritance?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen looked at the old man on the side and deliberately diverted the topic: "Brother Zhou, do you know this old man?" ”

Zhou Zhairen smiled: "Yes! I kept teasing the child, but I forgot to introduce you. This old man is the leader of the snake blade ability agent team, Ning Xiaochen Ning old man. Uncle Ning, this purple-eyed woman is an acquaintance of mine, her name is, uh...... Zhuang Xinfen is a prophet. ”

Over there, while drinking tea and watching a farce performed by Leng Qiao, I had a strong interest in this slippery little child: What a smart little guy, if he can become a member of my subordinates in the future, he will definitely be able to hold up a piece of the sky of the snake blade group. If that's the case, even if I die, my old bones can be blinded.

The surging thoughts were interrupted by Zhou Zhairen's rough voice, and Ning Xiaochen nodded to Zhuang Xinfen: "You are the mother of this child, and I don't know whether to say something or not." ”

Zhuang Xinfen looked at Zhou Zhairen, and after seeing him nodding to herself, she casually signaled to Ning Xiaochen: "Uncle Ning, if you have something to say, just say it!" ”

Ning Xiaochen turned his head to look at Leng Qiao's gaze, and two undetectable white lights suddenly flashed: "If my guess is correct, your child has the blood of an almighty person, right?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen's face suddenly changed: "Uncle Ning is really obscure, but I think you are the leader of the highly respected secret service team, and you are the uncle of Brother Zhou. Uncle Ning, I hope you can help me keep this secret. ”

Ning Xiaochen looked at Zhuang Xinfen's solemn face, and elegantly picked up the teacup: "It's not difficult for me to do this, as long as Leng Qiao has a very small condition for me." ”

Leng Qiao blinked his big watery eyes, and looked at Ning Xiaochen seriously: "You just called me your grandfather, and now what kind of almighty person is coming to fool me, I won't fall for you old boy." Mommy, let's not buy his clothes, let's go! ”

Zhou Zhairen on the side stepped forward and picked up Leng Qiao: "Leng Qiao, do you particularly want to enter the Qifan Children's Training Camp?" In fact, Grandpa Ning's conditions are just that. ”

Leng Qiao sniffed: "Really?" Why do I feel a little tired of this? In fact, he has always remembered what his uncle often said to him, as long as you step out of this door, no one should believe it except for the people closest to you.

Even in his sleep, he would often hear the uncle gently patting his chest and whispering, sometimes, what you see with your eyes and what you hear with your ears is not necessarily true, you have to learn to distinguish between right and wrong, learn to be aware of the crisis in time, and get out of the crisis.

The more Ning Xiaochen looked at Leng Qiao, the more he felt that this child, if he was not used by himself, would inevitably become a big trouble in the future. His arm holding the teacup trembled slightly: "At the age of five, he can reach such a terrifying speed of movement, except for the almighty, no one can do it." Your name is Cold Bridge, isn't it? ”

Leng Qiao looked at him with some disdain: "The master is called Leng Qiao, what's wrong?" ”

Ning Xiaochen smiled: "Are you still complaining about my old man about that piece of cloth?" ”

Zhou Zhairen hugged the child and greeted Uncle Ning: "Uncle Ning, I'll tell you about that matter tonight, I'll greet them first." ”

Ning Xiaochen looked at Leng Qiao, who was squeezing his eyebrows at him: "Master Leng, go slowly!" ”

Zhuang Xinfen, who followed behind, stumbled and really fell.

Leng Qiao looked around, and suddenly patted Zhou Zhairen's shoulder hard: "Uncle Zhiren, where is my mommy?" Put me down. ”

A discordant voice came from behind him: "My God, my God...... Cold Bridge, you can stop for a while! Otherwise, the Phantom Star will fall into your mouth in a moment. ”

Only then did Leng Qiao notice Zhuang Xinfen who was getting up from the ground, and he touched his head embarrassedly: "I didn't expect him to be so personable, he really called me master." ”

Zhuang Xinfen took the child from Zhou Zhairen's arms: "Leng Qiao, that is a kind of respect for your noble bloodline, not just what you say, understand?" ”

Leng Qiao pinched Zhou Zhairen's shoulder restlessly: "What about him?" Uncle Planter, where are we going next? ”

Zhou Zhairen's unique affinity and his broad shoulders make Leng Qiao feel particularly secure. However, this is not noticed by their owners.

After walking out of the store, Zhou Zhairen looked around, and subconsciously looked at the slightly empty sleeve of his left arm: "Go to Hongyugang for afternoon tea." ”

The phantom rose will fall, a cyan light will be the sky edge of the clouds printed and dyed very mysterious, in the emerald green sky, a few clouds like blooming flowers, very charming.

Under the clouds, a man and a woman with a quirky child strolled leisurely on the crowded street, and these people were Lengqiao them.

After probably crossing two main streets, Leng Qiao, who was held in his arms, finally felt a little uncomfortable on his face, so he took off the magic mask that had been covering his face and hung it on his chest indiscriminately.

But I saw that the magic mask flashed a number with a blue light, and then it turned into a small and delicate flower. This made Leng Qiao even more happy.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze came from the corner of the street, Leng Qiao felt a sense of discomfort, looked up, but it was a figure that made him really a little disgusted, the girl who was five years older than himself and a few friends were really discussing something over there. The sharp gaze is exactly from which girl.

But Leng Qiao's heart was surprised: It's really a coincidence that it breaks my heart a little, what is Hua Jing, a sworn enemy, plotting with his dog slaves?