blood contract

Then, in the following days, his world became quiet.

There was no regular knocking on the door to disturb him, no folding butterflies, and no releasing paper butterflies. He could concentrate more on his practice.

Some time passed like this.

Mu Qihua Le let out a breath, slowly finished his exercise, opened his eyes and saw the clear sky and warm sunshine outside the window, he stood up and went out of the house in high spirits.

As soon as I opened the door, there was no clear sky at all. Instead, the front yard was filled with smoke, as if covered by a thick gray curtain.

The pungent and choking smoke seemed to have found its target and went straight into his nose, causing him to cough several times.

His first reaction was that there was a demon trying to harm him!

"Are you feeling better?"

A little boy with messy hair was squatting in the smoke, waving a broken bamboo fan in his hand, as if he was trying to create more smoke...

"what are you doing?"

Mu Qihua.Le's originally good mood suddenly turned bad.

This little brat was here just to cause trouble for him! Or was someone trying to embarrass him in this way?

After all, as a disciple of Jimen, he was able to live not in the outer sect’s base thanks to Lingling, but directly in the residence originally arranged for Lingling by the inner sect.

This would easily cause dissatisfaction among some inner disciples.

"Seeing that you were in a bad mood, I thought about grilling some meat for you. After all, delicious food can help people relieve stress!"

The little boy turned and grinned at him, and a black face like a tabby cat appeared in front of Le's eyes. His pearly white teeth had become much darker.

"Don't thank me! This is just a token of my gratitude for playing with me for so many days."

Snapped!

Mu Qihua Le covered his forehead with a big hand, with thousands of horses galloping through his heart.

My God, what sin did I commit to attract such an annoying person!

"I don't need your thank you gift, please leave me alone."

"It's been so many days, why are you still in such a bad mood? Is it because your cultivation has hit a bottleneck? Well, it's nothing, and you don't have to be nervous. In my personal experience, after you eat delicious food, I guarantee that you will be in a good mood and your enlightenment will be much smoother."

The little boy was talking to himself, his tone like a little adult, his hands focused on flipping the barbecue, and from time to time he fanned the bamboo fan harder, causing thick fog to roll in.

"Ahem...Oh my god! Do you have to make so much smoke when you grill something? Are you grilling meat or smoking people? If you don't know, you'd think my mountain is on fire."

Mu Qihua Le felt that he was about to break down because of this kid.

He thought it would be better to practice outside the mountain gate where Ling Ling was in seclusion than to practice here.

"No, Master and several brothers know that I am here, so no matter how strange the things are, they will not be surprised."

Damn, it turns out that your senior brothers all know what kind of person you are!

"I originally just came to see who the master had brought up the mountain as an exception, but I didn't expect you to be so interesting, so I stayed and played with you for a few more days. You should feel honored!"

...It's an honor!!! Ugh!

Mu Qihua Le's mouth twitched.

I can only blame myself for being too interesting!

As if he noticed the amount of information in the boy's words, he asked:

"You won't stay here all the time to bake food, will you?"

"Eh!" The little boy seemed surprised, "How did you know?"

He seemed to react, looked at the thick smoke around him, and said seriously:

"The smoke shouldn't have reached the house! I swear, I paid close attention to that."

Le bit his back teeth, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. What could he say? He did pay attention, otherwise how could such a large amount of smoke not drift to the backyard?

"OK OK."

The little boy glanced at the barbecue, then picked up the barbecued meat skewer and jumped to Le's side, "Come on, eat!"

Looking at those roasted things that were black with red, greasy in the red, and smoking in the black, Le curled his lips in disdain.

"What the hell is this?"

"Red crab meat! I've tried many ways to cook it, but it tastes best when grilled."

The little boy rubbed his nose and grinned smugly.

"Is your father's name Damian?"

Mu Qihua Le couldn't help but ask.

When this child started to act up, he looked just like Damian when he was a child, which made him suspicious. Could the child be the secret child that Damian left behind?

"Who is that? I don't know him."

The little boy thought about it seriously, scratched his head and said, "I don't have any parents. It was my master who took me in and raised me."

"Mr. Lan?"

"Yes."

"Didn't he teach you how to grill?"

"What are you talking about? Besides giving instructions, Master also takes care of daily matters. Eat quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Mu Qihua. Le: "..."

Well, it’s really a matter of letting it fend for itself, just let it go!

Alas, what a poor child! He probably doesn’t even know what delicious is!

"Tsk, how can it be delicious after you roast it like this?"

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hmph! I'll show you what delicious food is!"

……

Ah!

The little boy lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, stroking his swollen belly and shouting with satisfaction:

"Everything Brother Bilu bakes tastes better. I didn't expect a big fool like you to have such great cooking skills!"

"Kid, you are so rude after eating other people's food. Remember, my name is Mu Qihua Le, and I will become the man of the Beast King in the future. If you dare to disrespect me again, get out of here."

"Good good."

The little boy was not angry, he just covered his mouth and laughed so hard that he couldn't stop. He muttered in a voice that only he could hear:

"With this little strength, a man still dreams of becoming the Beast King!"

Then he sat up cheerfully, patted his chest and introduced himself.

"My name is Hula, from the Peng tribe."

"Hurla?! The Hurla who is ranked ninth on the Tianjiao Ranking?"

This was beyond Le's expectation, and also proved that he should not be Damian's legacy.

"Yes."

Hulla crossed his arms and raised his head proudly, as if to say, "You admire me, come and worship me!"

"Oh, I really didn't expect that Hurla, who is ranked ninth, is such a tiny guy!" Le said lightly.

Now it was Hulla's turn to get angry.

He can tolerate being called small, because he is indeed a child; but to say he is a tiny thing is an insult to his small stature and short stature, which he cannot tolerate!

"Don't call me little, you big fool."

Oh! Realizing that he had hit the opponent's sore spot, Le's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's fine if you don't want to shout. Then don't disturb me while I'm practicing in the future."

Hearing this, Hula seemed to be in a dilemma and said weakly:

"I'm a little reluctant. Your cooking is so delicious that I decided not to go to Brother Lu's place for dinner in the future, but to come to your place."

"Hey, you want me to be your cook."

"I won't eat your food for nothing. I can guide you in your practice."

Mu Qihua Le stood up and pointed at him unceremoniously, saying:

"If it weren't for the fact that you're still a child, I wouldn't have beaten you."

"Beat me? Hahahaha... You can't beat me with your current strength."