It seems that because the white tea suddenly became serious, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became solemn.

Meng Qinghuan chewed a large piece of meat in his mouth, but when Mo Ziye said the first sentence of holding white tea, the chewing voice was lightened, and he couldn't wait to chew with his tongue to reduce his sense of existence.

He is also super helpless, Mo Ziye, this kid is good everywhere, enthusiastic and innocent enough, but he talks too much, and if he is not careful, he may step on other people's thunder points.

"Huh? What does this have to do with your dad?" Michael interjected.

Meng Qinghuan: "......"

Come on, the two of them are a couple, he just wants to have a good meal.

The dinner was suddenly cold, only Lucifer looked casual, continued to stand up elegantly with a small plate and sandwiched vegetables for the white tea, and then sandwiched a full plate, with meat and vegetables, neatly placed a plate, and then refilled the white tea with a cup of tea.

"If you see my father, you will think that I am not worth mentioning, my father is the protagonist of this world." Bai Cha looked at the exquisite presentation in front of him, his mood was inexplicably much better, and he explained two more sentences: "My father, born in poverty, has amazing talents, and at the age of twelve, Samael, one of the seven demon dragons, Junyao defeated the teacher who taught the graduating class in the first grade and squeezed into Junyao's top ten.

At the age of sixteen, he won the world championship on behalf of the Dragon Knight national team, and at the age of eighteen, he had a double degree in clinical medicine and chemistry from the University of Cambridge. When my father was alive, he was always number one in the World Series."

"I'm seventeen years old, and I'm just standing on my father's side." Bai Cha smiled: "Let's talk about my mother again, with only an A-level dragon but she is also one of the main forces of the dragon knight national team, she inherited the Bai family at the age of fifteen and gained a firm foothold, when my mother is here, as long as she speaks, you bright faction can only bow your head."

"Now, do you still think I'm the best? I'm standing here, you people from the bright side still dare to suppress me." Seeing that Mo Ziye fell silent, Bai Cha shook his head helplessly: "Ziye, you think I'm powerful just because you only saw me, and everyone in our shadow faction has done a lot of amazing things.

To give you a ready-made example, Meng Qinghuan's second master, Meng Chen, when the dragon clan was large-scale, he calmed it down by himself, but you don't know, and everyone has basically forgotten about us."

In fact, there is another sentence that white tea did not say.

Do you think that everyone is like you, and an unfinished scientific research project can blow for several years?

This sentence is the truth, but it seems to be a little hurtful, as if he is complaining, after thinking about it, Bai Cha still didn't say it.

"You think I'm like a protagonist just because I'm still alive, because the heroes of the previous generation are dead, that's all." Bai Cha took a sip of water and concluded, "My father died before the age of forty, and I was only seventeen, and if my parents were still alive, the word protagonist would never have been my turn."

If one day, she also dies, the world has nothing to do with her, and the protagonist will be replaced as a matter of course.

is like a peerless miracle, there is only a 1 in 10,000 probability of success, 9,999 people died young, and the remaining one stepped on luck, so everyone will think that this person is very powerful and is the chosen son.

In fact, they all stepped on the corpses of their predecessors.

"I have a question." Mo Ziye scratched the golden wool roll he had just ironed, and raised his hand with some puzzlement: "You are all so powerful, why are the people of your faction still withering like this?" Why are they all only children?"

Withered, that's the right word.

Needless to say, the Bai family has only one white tea left in a big family. There are a little more left, and there are two left. The wolf family is a little better than Meng Qinghuan, an uncle and a grandfather, and is one of the very few people who have both parents.

In this way, if you remove the original bloodline of those adopted children, it seems that it is really about to wither.

Michael doesn't understand, now that they are all open to childbearing, the shadow faction is still so obsessed with the only child?

"Of course not, there are brothers and sisters." Meng Qinghuan shook the fork in his hand, and said with a smile, "The dead are gone, and some of them have left the family."

"Detachment

Family?" Michael didn't get it.

"Yes, the shadow faction led by the Bai family stipulates that when a child reaches the age of twelve, he has the right to make his own choice." Lucifer held the teapot and smiled, "Be a shadow, or be a normal person."

"Hmm...... So." Meng Qinghuan spread his hands: "It should be withered, and less than one-fifth of them are left."

"Ah, that's ......" Mo Ziye lowered his head, a little unhappy.

He didn't know why, but he felt suddenly unhappy, a little depressed.

"Smack!"

The wooden chopsticks were broken, and everyone watched in amazement as the gloomy white tea fell into silence.

"Master?" Lucifer was a little surprised, but saw that Bai Cha directly pushed the phone over, and seeing the information on it, a trace of coldness flashed in Lucifer's eyes.

[Gong Yuechen: Two bad news, which one do you want to hear. 】

[White tea: Roll. 】

[Gong Yuechen: ...... I'm serious, the first one, that red alien star was officially named "Mother Dragon" by Mo Yuntian, and the distance between that Mother Dragon and Earth suddenly folded in half. 】

[White Tea: Talking about the point. 】

[Miyakoshichen: And then there is the second one, the Bright faction used this as an excuse to issue a notice, in order to allow each country to ensure the safety of athletes, allowing each country to send one or two dragon knights to protect it. 】

"These guys." Bai Cha's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't expect these wolf-hearted guys to stop at this time.

What kind of idiocy is it to take the initiative to let foreign dragon knights in?

"Looks like they're trying to get you in trouble." Lucifer sighed.

Security work has always been done by White Tea, and now that they are issuing this notice, the irony of not believing in White Tea's ability is simply not too obvious.

Openly mocking the other half of his country's inability is really humiliating and throwing him abroad.

The high-level leaders of various countries are not stupid, they are all crawling in the quagmire, can you not understand what it means for the bright faction of country Z to jump out at this time?

The silence of various countries is nothing more than a joke, and no one dares to really speak out to refute the face of white tea. The means of white tea made many people suffer at the last international exchange meeting, and the strength ranked in the top three in the world competition, I really think that there are very few people who can't do white tea.

A country that is not united is probably the situation that other countries are most happy to see, right? No matter when.

"White, white tea?" Mo Ziye and the others were confused, not understanding what Bai Cha and Lucifer were talking about.

What kind of guys? What are you talking about?

Only Meng Qinghuan looked at Bai Cha's expression and immediately understood, raised his eyebrows at Mo Ziye, and waved his sleeves sheepishly: "Eh, yes~ It seems that you bright people are starting to look for trouble again?"

"Hey! What are you talking about?" When Mo Ziye heard this, he immediately glared at Meng Qinghuan: "What do you mean that we are starting to have nothing to do again?"

The delicate crystal lamp emitted a dazzling light that illuminated the top of Meng Qinghuan's head that seemed to be made of wax, as if it was a Buddha, but Meng Qinghuan's smile became more and more weird.

He has never been in shape, his arms are hanging on the back of the chair, as if he has no bones, even if Meng Qinghuan has never fought for his eyes, Mo Ziye is "stared" at by Meng Qinghuan's eyes.

"Of course I'm telling the truth, my dear little Mo~" Meng Qinghuan dragged out his voice, his voice was clear, and he suddenly became a little gloomy after such a delay: "You are actually really sluggish, and you don't want to think about why Michael, who has always talked a lot, basically didn't say a word in front of Xiao Xiaobai."

"Dream Qinghuan." Michael's eyes froze, and he immediately frowned and looked at Meng Qinghuan, and his heart trembled fiercely.

This was the first time he saw Meng Qinghuan's eyes, Meng Qinghuan's dead closed eyes faintly opened a slit, it was pure gold, faintly golden electricity flowed, dangerous like the scythe of death slashed down, making Michael's back hair stand on end.

What kind of power is this, so weird?

"You stop

I said, "Can you hide the past?" Is it really good that you know your relationship better than your master, and that you all keep it a secret from him?" Meng Qinghuan sneered, with the same contempt on his face as Bai Cha: "It's not about you, but you want to intervene when others are too smooth. Michael, Little Mo shouldn't know that you and her are still enemies, right?"

Mo Ziye's heart jumped: "What did you say!?"

"Qinghuan."

"Meng Qinghuan, have you said enough!"

Michael stood up and warned in unison with White Tea.

"Qinghuan, it's okay." Bai Cha frowned, and stopped talking, but he didn't say anything after all.

Maybe it's a little selfish, and I don't really want Mo Ziye to get involved in things that have already passed before, the reality is a little cruel, but I have to admit that it's all the truth.

Because, that day, she lost her father.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Mo Ziye knew that Meng Qinghuan was not lying, he was a little incredulous, he didn't know anything about this, why did Michael know it clearly?

Why? Could it be Daddy?

Immediately, Mo Ziye's little face turned pale, turned around and ran out of the private room.

His master was gone, and of course Michael chased him out, leaving a group of people sitting silently in the private room looking at the dishes in front of them.

"Well~ really, Xiaoxiaobai, I did a wicked person for you, how can you reward me?" As soon as Mo Ziye left, Meng Qinghuan immediately changed, and immediately squinted at the white tea.

"I'm just asking you to hint at the contradictions between the two factions and let him go, who made you turn over old accounts." Bai Cha helplessly supported his forehead, a little tired, picked up a chopstick and threw it directly out of the window.

The chopsticks were like a long nail, firmly nailed to the trunk of the tree outside the window.

"Come in, hide from something." Bai Cha leaned back in the chair, pushed a cup of tea to the chair next to him, and snorted softly: "It's not a lady's style to lie on the window on the second floor for so long, right?"

"Smack."

The window was gently pushed open, and the aroma of cherry blossoms came to the face, and a pink figure rose like a gust of wind, wrapping around the white tea at once.

"Oops~Chacha~People want to surprise you, how can you question that people are not ladies." Freya was dressed in a pink and white short skirt, and her delicate little arms wrapped around Bai Cha's neck: "Cha Cha~ People miss you so much, do you want to give your dear Freya a kiss of love."

Crowd: "......"

Who is this!?

"How dare you come to see me." The white tea gently dragged the corners of his forehead, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, showing a little pleasure.

Freya didn't care, and Bai Cha wasn't annoyed, letting Freya hang on her body like a kitten, even Meng Qinghuan was a little surprised, even if he put his forehead against Bai Cha's shoulder, it was already the limit.

There are also many little girls in the shadow who want to hug white tea, and even have a game to see who is the first to get close to white tea. However, with the exception of Lucifer's special status, none of them have succeeded without exception.

White tea always seems to be able to quietly avoid everyone's intimate actions.

Unless she wants to.