In a small study in the royal palace.

"This word is pronounced 'dream', and this word is pronounced 'thought', which is written." Lu Yuan sat beside Ning Rongrong and taught seriously.

"Dream, the original meaning of this word is a thing that people will experience in sleep when they are sleeping, which is called a dream."

Ning Rongrong blinked, "That Rongrong also dreamed last night!" I dreamed that Rong Rong was riding on Xiao Yuan's head last night and playing around outside. ”

Hearing what Ning Rongrong said, Lu Yuan's face was suddenly full of black lines.

You can forget it when you dream, and you still dream about what the hell is riding on my head.

"That's right, it's called a dream." Lu Yuan said helplessly.

That's it, what can he say about Ning Rongrong, after all, no one can freely decide what their dreams are.

Although there is a saying that there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night.

"The word dream, come, Rongrong, take a look at how I wrote it." Lu Yuan took the pen and paper and wrote in front of Ning Rongrong.

A big "dream" word appeared in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Then, you write it for me once, just write it according to my character, and then write it ten more times, and you should be able to remember how to write this dream character." Lu Yuan handed the pen to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong immediately took the quill pen, and then wrote in a strange posture on the expensive white paper.

The font written is also crooked compared to Lu Yuan, and halfway through writing, she seems to have forgotten that the next stroke is to write first, and she can only copy Lu Yuan's dream words, and she has to write it down with the wrong stroke.

"Eh, eh, eh, ——!!" Lu Yuan suddenly became anxious, and then grabbed Ning Rongrong's small hand.

Ning Rongrong only felt that he was being embraced by a warm embrace, and there was a good smell coming from Lu Yuan's body, which was different from the fragrance on her body, and the taste was different from that of the two grandfathers and father.

It is a faint, somewhat refreshing taste, not fragrant and rich, like the smell of a sun-dried quilt.

Filled with the smell of sunshine.

Lu Yuan didn't think too much, he thought that he should simply hold Ning Rongrong's hand and let her write along with his hand a few times before she could remember it.

After all, when he was in kindergarten in his previous life, he was also taught by teachers like this.

"Come, I'll take you to write twice, you write again, and this pen holding posture, you have to hold it like this." Lu Yuan fiddled with Ning Rongrong's little hand, feeling nothing in his heart.

After all, Ning Rongrong is now a six-and-a-half-year-old child, and Lu Yuan is not a pervert, he now has a kind of teaching Ning Rongrong as his sister.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't have Tang San's idea of a day girl, it's just that Ning Rongrong is still young, so let's make an analogy.

Ning Rongrong felt the touch of Lu Yuan's hands on her palms, warm and itchy, but quite comfortable.

So she didn't resist.

Then Lu Yuan held her right hand on the side and practiced writing over and over again.

Ning Rongrong was taught by Lu Yuan, coupled with the fact that she was naturally intelligent, and the speed at which she learned words was quite fast.

Later, when Ning Rongrong remembered this time, he couldn't help but smile happily.

……

"Millions of heroes are all obeying my orders!" Lu Yuan stood in the back garden of the palace and shouted loudly.

The giant scythe appeared in his hand, and the Death Star Scythe in Odyssey's skin was not as evil as the original Darkspawn.

At least the ball in the main body of the Darkspawn Scythe is Raaste's eyeballs, which looks smart and weird, and has a kind of evil sense of the uncanny valley effect.

But the bead in the Death Star Scythe was not an eyeball, but just a bead, a planet-like bead, which looked much more normal.

Ning Rongrong sat on a small stool on the side, looking at Lu Yuan's Death Star Demon Scythe, his eyes lit up, "Handsome!" Obuchi is so handsome! ”

Lu Yuan was a little helpless, after his teaching work was completed ahead of schedule, he thought, he hadn't summoned a martial soul to practice fighting for so long, and it was just this time to practice.

But Ning Rongrong suddenly became energetic, and ran over to see him summon martial spirits.

"And what Xiao Yuan said, 'Millions of heroes are all obeying my orders'!" Ning Rongrong puffed out his small palms, imitating Lu Yuan's tone and repeated, his eyes full of stars, "Handsome!" And what is a male teacher? ”

"That's what the army means." Lu Yuan immediately explained.

"But...... Xiao Yuan, didn't you say that after you summon the martial spirit, your hair will change? Ning Rongrong blinked again and said.

"You said that, that's my martial soul's special ability." Lu Yuan said.

Then, holding his scythe aloft, he said in an unrivaled middle two posture, "My time...... It's on! ”

Originally, when he first read these voice packs, Lu Yuan would still have a feeling of shame in the second middle school.

But now that I've read it a lot, I'm used to it, and it's ......

In this world, there seems to be no such thing as middle two disease, because everyone shouts very middle two.

For example, when sending soul skills, you must read the name of the skill, and when the special martial soul martial soul is possessed, they also have to shout something.

Like the martial soul of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, the martial soul will now recite "The Seven Treasures are famous", and the Blue Electric Overlord Sect also has this habit, and even the martial soul fusion technique of the master, Flender, and Liu Erlong in the original plot is quite middle two.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Yuan felt quite relieved again.

You see, they're not embarrassed, what am I embarrassed about?

Lu Yuan opens the "Shadow Assassin" form.

The Death Star Scythe hung high in the air, centered on the shrunken planet of the scythe's main body, and a blue light enveloped the Death Star Scythe and his body like a black hole.

The Death Star Scythe turned into a huge dark blue scythe, and Lu Yuan's short black hair suddenly turned into a long dark blue hair like Odyssey Cain.

The temperament of the whole person suddenly became deep, silent, and quiet, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity in the dark.

"Xiao Yuan, you can really grow your hair!" Ning Rongrong suddenly shouted excitedly, "You are like this...... Look good! ”

"I have a second form." Lu Yuan's mentality became inexplicably naïve at this time, and he had a feeling of middle school when he used to play games, "Witness the giant wheel rolling!" The pinnacle of unclean creation! ”

"Death Star Incarnate" form!

The Death Star Scythe hung high in the air, centered on the shrunken planet of the scythe's main body, and the blood-red light enveloped the Death Star Scythe and his body like a black hole.

The Death Star Demon Scythe turned into a huge dark blue scythe, and Lu Yuan's long blue hair suddenly turned the blood-red of Odyssey Layast. (For more information, please see Cain's red colorful skin)

Just when Lu Yuan and Ning Rongrong were fiddling with their martial souls......

"Obuchi, Rongrong." A gentle voice came.

Lu Yuan turned around and saw the figures of Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.