Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Wei Zi'an..."

Fu Ling muttered a few words in a low voice.

It seems to be very strong.

"Senior sister, he seems to be very powerful."

Bai Shao, who was standing behind her, came forward and said in surprise.

Although I don't know if it was intentional just now, but the sword flew over very harshly!

Bai Shaoxu held her small white hand and snorted hard.

Wei Zian, I remember you.

"Sooner or later, I will defeat him!"

Unconvinced, Fu Ling said to Bai Shao, "Sisters are of the same heart, and their strength can cut through gold. Let's go together!"

"……OK!"

On the city wall, Yan Song looked at Wei Zian's leaving figure with a smile on his lips.

"A tiger father has no dogs."

After saying this, he held the sword and walked down.

Those two are good blanks, which can be used for grinding and polishing, but they cannot be damaged by blows.

Wei Huating on the side was in a daze.

After a long time, he let out a sigh.

"The tiger father has no dogs...hahaha."

It's just that laughter, which sounds somewhat self-deprecating.

……

Ten at noon.

Wei Zi'an put on his armor, with a saber on each side.

"Walk."

Wei Huating, who was riding on a steed, spoke concisely, turned the horse's head and ran quickly.

Wei Zian looked around, Chen Weiyi didn't come, it is said that he was promoted.

Wei Zi'an praised his horse and followed quickly.

"When we get home, let's talk."

"it is good."

Wei Zi'an's face was calm, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Finally a chance to find out the truth about something.

Seeing his father in front of him, Wei Zi'an suddenly had an idea in his heart.

In an instant, Wei Zian came to the front of Wei Huating.

"Ha ha."

Wei Huating shook his head with a smile, and drove the steed under him to catch up.

Under the warm sun, two steeds scrambled for the first place, traveling thousands of miles away.

……

Because of the racing between the father and son, the journey that originally took two hours took a full two and a half hours.

During this period, the little horse was exhausted...

Finally, before dark, the two finally arrived at the city wall mountain of Dingshan County City.

"Hahaha, is it just in time for dinner?"

Wei Huating led the horse and walked ahead, and said with some embarrassment.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Wei Zian patted the pony, feeling that it was working again.

"I'm going to return Uncle Murong's armor, so we won't have dinner together."

After finishing speaking, Wei Zian got on his horse and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Ugh!"

Wei Huating hesitated to speak, and finally let out a sigh.

Like a mirror, once cracks appear, it is difficult to change back.

……

Murong Mansion.

The food has been reheated several times, and the aroma has become more and more ordinary.

Murong Yunhai swallowed heavily, his eyes fixed on the delicious food.

He's almost starving, but this damn brat hasn't come back yet? !

It's fine if I don't eat, but...

Murong Yunhai raised his head and looked towards the door. Murong Ya and Qing'er stood at the door, looking in the direction of the main entrance from time to time.

"Ya'er, and Qing'er, why don't we eat first, it won't taste good after reheating."

"Yes, miss, let's eat first."

Qing'er licked the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his stomach, which was chattering and screaming non-stop.

"Didn't he write to you?"

Murong Ya turned her head to look at Murong Yunhai, her slightly frowned brows looked aggrieved, and her watery pupils seemed to be able to speak.

It's okay not to say anything, but when it comes to this, Murong Yunhai gets a little angry.

I'm also cheap, why did I tell Ya'er?

"But he was late."

Murong Yunhai folded his arms and reprimanded loudly, "What is the most outstanding quality of a man? It is integrity!"

"It's snowing a lot outside." Murong Ya turned her head and clasped her hands in front of her chest, "If a horse steps on the snow, it will naturally walk a lot slower."

"..."

Murong Yunhai sighed, we've only known each other for a few days, and you already think about others?

I am also hungry as a father.

"Aren't you hungry, girl?"

There was a strong sour taste in Murong Yunhai's tone, as if his treasure had been snatched away.

"Not very hungry."

Murong Ya, who turned her back to her father, shook her head.

She has a special physique, and usually only needs to eat a little food to satisfy her hunger, but now she is only a little hungry.

Murong Yunhai, helpless, turned his gaze to Murong Qing, who blinked, then shrugged.

I can't help it... I'm starving to death myself.

Qing'er looked at Murong Ya aggrievedly, trying to use her cuteness to influence her stone-hard and cold heart.

But Murong Ya kept looking outside.

"Come here~"

Suddenly there was a shout from outside, and immediately after, a servant girl ran in with a happy face and said, "Master, Miss, Mr. Wei is back."

"came back?!"

Murong Ya's whole body trembled, and there was a little joy on her face in an instant.

Just about to step out, but felt that it was not a good look, so he rubbed the hem of his clothes hesitantly.

"Have you ever removed your armor?"

Murong Yunhai stood up and asked an irrelevant question.

"I don't think so."

The servant girl thought for a while and replied, "Young Master Wei has a cut on his face, and the horse is also dirty."

Murong Yahui was heart-warming, so she naturally understood what Murong Yunhai meant.

Came here for the first time...

For some reason, there was a little joy in her heart, as if it was worth waiting for this long day.

"Sorry~"

A horse cry resounded through the sky.

Wearing armor, the heroic Wei Zi'an strode into the compound of the Murong Mansion.

Seeing the three people standing at the door, Wei Zian was slightly taken aback, feeling warm in his heart.

It seems that this place is more like my own home.

"Uncle, Ya'er, Qing'er." Wei Zian clasped his fists and said, "Long time no see."

"How did you get hurt?"

Murong Ya subconsciously wanted to reach out her hand to see how Wei Zian's injury was. After hearing a heavy cough, she quickly withdrew her hand with a blushing face.

"It's good to be back."

Murong Yunhai took a step forward, suddenly his eyes lit up, "You have a sword?"

"Ah."

Wei Zi'an withdrew his gaze from Murong Ya, and said with a smile, "It's the sword that Mr. Yan Song gave me."

After speaking, he took off the accessory and handed it to Murong Yunhai, explaining: "It's called Jinghong."

hum!
Murong Yunhai pulled out his fright, the cold jade luster of the sword gleamed faintly.

"Good sword!"

Murong Yunhai sighed in admiration, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"Nurture it well, it will bring you unexpected results."

"Yes."

Wei Zi'an said respectfully.

"Let's take off the armor first, Ya'er is almost starving, you have to coax my precious daughter well, otherwise I can't stand the old man!"

"father!"

Murong Ya stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, "You are obviously hungry!"

"The boy knows."

Wei Zi'an's gentle eyes fell on Murong Ya, who was rubbing the corner of his clothes with his head down, his face was extremely beautiful.