[Chapter 18 Do Not Give Up]

When Xitu painted Lu Qi as a rare strange boy in the world, sure enough, the seven members of the main family undoubtedly showed surprised expressions.

"Twelve-year-old boy, killed An Ze?" Wang Yingfu looked incredulous: "This An Ze also used a decapitation knife? How is this possible, no matter how bad An Ze is, he is also a person who has practiced strength and has seven levels of bravery, and he can't even beat a child?" Xitu, can you see the young master and Miss Biao coming, just make this joke with me!"

Situ hurriedly responded: "How dare the villain...... If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone in the Northwest household, this is not something that a villain can arrange alone, right...... Tiger Head, come and see the steward and the sixth young master!"

When Wang Bo, Wang Yingfu and others looked over, Lu Qi walked over with his head half-hanged.

"Wow...... Are you the head of the tiger?" An exclamation sounded, Lu Qi looked up in some astonishment, but saw the young lady looking at him with curious eyes: "Are you really only twelve years old? Aren't you? Why do you look older than me? I'm fourteen years old this year." ”

In Miss Table's hand, the puppy also stared at him curiously with wide eyes, and Lu Qi nodded: "Back to Miss Table, I am indeed twelve years old, but I will be thirteen years old after this winter......"

Miss Biao stuck out her little tongue: "You grow so strong at such a young age, then you will definitely be as powerful as your uncle when you grow up." ”

"Cousin Di'er, how can you compare such a lowly Zenu with my father!" Wang Bo snorted softly beside him: "It's just a wild hairy child, I don't know how many years I can live." ”

Miss Cousin, who was called "Di'er", was a little dissatisfied when she heard this: "Cousin, how can you talk like that, slaves are also people, although they are from a low background, they may also be talented, my Uncle Qingyao is a serf, his current status is not worse than your father, my uncle, right?"

Lu Qi looked at this cute girl with two small dimples when she laughed with some astonishment, I am afraid there are not many girls who can have such a healthy outlook on life in this shijie, right?

"Your Uncle Qingyao is a special case, it is difficult to produce a character in thousands of miles, how can he be compared to a slave like him?" Wang Bo's face was stubborn, and his eyes were full of unhappiness.

Di'er seems to be very strong in his bones, and still insists on his opinion: "Who can say clearly what will happen in the future? Maybe he ......"

"Uh-cough......" Wang Yingfu saw Wang Bo's unhappiness, he was cunning and cunning, so he naturally knew how to divert everyone's attention mellowly, and did not let the two little ancestors have a chance to quarrel: "Xitu, he is the tiger head you said? It seems to be a good piece of material, but it is really surprising to be able to kill An Ze, you didn't teach him strength behind our backs, right?"

Xitu's body trembled, and he hurriedly shook his head and said: "The villain is in charge, the villain doesn't dare, not to mention that the villain's own strength has only learned half a bucket of water, what can he use to teach the tiger head?"

Wang Yingfu glanced at a man in black beside him, the man shook his head and whispered a few words in Wang Yingfu's ear. Wang Yingfu also laughed dryly: "If you don't learn the skill of strength, you can kill An Ze, who has seven levels of bravery, although it should be a bit tricky, but it is not bad." But it's a little smaller......"

Xitu is not a stupid bird, he can't hear Wang Yingfu's words, and hurriedly responded: "It's not too small, I will be thirteen years old in winter, and the other boys will also participate in the hunt at the age of fourteen, and this winter hunt is also led by him, and the harvest is not worse than before." ”