Chapter 77: The Teachings of the Book of Ink

Whew~

The death of the beast stimulated the wolf beast to go berserk again.

But it didn't take long for him to be caught by Moshu and killed with one blow.

"Father"

Seeing Mo Shu frowning slightly and looking at her, Ali couldn't help but silently think about it in her heart, did she do something wrong just now?

"Ali, let me ask you, do you think your bloodline talent is very strong."

Moshu asked suddenly.

“…… No. ”

Ali's eyebrows jumped slightly, and she looked a little nervous and said, "Father, I've never thought about it like that. ”

"I still remember that you told Yue before that although it is good to have a bloodline talent, you can't just look at his bloodline talent to really evaluate the strength of the beast warrior."

Ali looked at her slightly, and said, "Father, I don't know why you asked me that. ”

"But after I awakened my bloodline talent, I never felt that I should be talented, and I would definitely become very powerful in the future."

"And my bloodline talent is still illusion, I thought that if I used illusion well, I could kill people invisibly."

"But today's incident also reminded me that if others have this 'whistle' in the future. I'm afraid that the effect of my use of illusion on others will be greatly reduced, and when the time comes, maybe others will be able to do the trick and take me into it. ”

After listening to Ali's explanation, Mo Shu's slightly frowning brows did not stretch because of this.

He glanced at her, and asked lightly in his tone, "Since you don't have such thoughts, why did you do this when you killed the beast before." ”

"I ......"

Ali pursed her lips and didn't speak for a while.

And Moshu didn't rush her.

After waiting for a while, Ali was mentally prepared, and then said in a low voice and a little frustrated:

"Father, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to react and get hurt."

Moreover, it is too inelegant to throw a stone at someone.

She also wants her father to have such neat skills, but ......

Ali wrinkled her nose and thought, in fact, if you think about it, you know that it is impossible to have the skills of her father for no reason, without any effort.

Lowering her head and tangling her fingers, Ali was really embarrassed to tell her father all these thoughts.

And Moshu really didn't expect that his smart little female would have such an innocent and idiotic idea, if he knew, even if he wouldn't beat her, he would definitely reprimand her fiercely:

If she doesn't do anything and thinks about pie falling from the sky, why doesn't she go to heaven?

(Ali says she doesn't want to go to heaven, she just daydreams that everyone does once in a while.) )

"Afraid of getting hurt?"

The expression on Moshu's face seemed to be unsafe.

He rarely spoke harshly to Ali, but this time was the exception,

"Ali, as sons and daughters of our orc race, we can be afraid of anything, but we just can't be afraid of being hurt or bleeding."

Ali blinked, she actually wanted to refute Father, obviously many of you males are too macho, so we females are protected so much that we don't even know how to use claws in the end.

But this thought flashed in her heart, and she was instantly suppressed.

After all, males are inherently protective of females.

Many of the females' current "waste" is indeed caused by the overprotection of the male, but the other part is also caused by the problem of the female's own self-depravity under the impenetrable protection of the male.

Therefore, it is difficult to say that the "waste wood" of females must be a problem caused by the protection of males.

Thinking of this, Ali thought back to what Moshu said, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Father, I know that the sons and daughters of our orc race have always had only standing and dying warriors, and there is no kneeling born of a bad seed."

She was sure of that.

Ali looked up proudly.

"Well said!"

Mo Shu also laughed when he heard this, "The sons and daughters of our orc clan have always only been warriors who live standing up, and we will never be the bastards who die on their knees. ”