I, Panda, am super fierce!

"Hmm~" Yi Zhou was puzzled.

What uncle?

"Uncle Master hungry?" The boy didn't understand Yi Zhou's meaning, thinking that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

Yi Zhou was also a little helpless with the situation in front of him. The person in front of him was different from Si Heng. Even though Si Heng often talked with him when chatting with him, Yi Zhou knew that the other party could understand what he meant, and it was just a deliberate misinterpretation.

The young man in front of him really doesn't understand.

Yi Zhou was a little frustrated and lowered his head.

I missed him a little on the first day we separated.

Seeing that the cub on the bed had no other indications, the boy took out a jade bowl and a jade bottle from the storage bag.

The jade bowl was empty. After the boy put the bowl away, he uncorked the jade bottle and carefully poured out the milky white liquid.

The bottle looked small, but it was the size of a child's palm. In fact, it had been blessed with a formation, and it was enough to hold a pool of spiritual liquid.

After pouring more than half of the bowl, the boy put the cork on the bottle, took a deep breath secretly, and handed the bowl to Yi Zhou: "Master, please."

Yi Zhou was not in the habit of eating in bed yet, so he pushed the bowl out, climbed down from the side, climbed onto the chair beside him, and then patted the coffee table to signal the boy to put the bowl down.

"Uncle Master, do you want to eat here?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the dumpling on the ground nodding, he slowly bent down and carefully brought the bowl in front of Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou lowered his head to eat.

The room is full of the smell of spiritual milk, and the sound of "Little Master Uncle" eating is next to his ears.

The boy shrugged his nose, sat down on the ground beside him, glanced to the side from time to time, rolled his Adam's apple once in a while.

He had just arrived, so he didn't have a grasp of Yi Zhou's appetite, so he ate too much if he wasn't careful.

Yi Zhou was stuffed up, and he didn't finish the bowl. He stopped for a while, looked at the boy next to him, sighed and continued to drink.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Hmm~"

Supported.

The young man didn't understand, but he could tell through Yi Zhou's movements: "Master, don't you want to drink?"

"Hmm~"

Yes.

Both of them sat on the chair, with their stomachs outstretched, and looked at him eagerly.

The boy glanced at the bowl on the ground, there was still a lot of spiritual liquid in the bowl, he swallowed and spit: "Then let me drink it for my uncle."

This... is not appropriate.

Yi Zhou was a little dazed. He lowered his head to look at what he had drunk more than half of. He raised his head and wanted to refuse, but met the boy's bright eyes.

He seems to want it.

Yi Zhou thought to himself, but with his paws he pulled the bowl towards him.

"The disciple is reckless." The young man woke up startled, his eyes drooped, and he bowed his head to admit his mistake.

There was a black paw on his leg, he patted him twice, and then the hairball got off the chair, turned around and walked out.

"Uncle, where are you going?" The boy hurriedly followed.

After Tuanzi went out, he went to the next room.

There are rows of cabinets in the room, and there are formations in front of the cabinets.

The young man has just started, and he has little experience. He can only see one or two formations, but what he can distinguish is enough to make people frightened.

"Uncle Master." The boy's palms were sweating, he rubbed his palms on his clothes, stepped forward to stop Tuanzi: "Let's go out."

Although the cub in front of him is the apprentice of his great uncle, he has no aura fluctuations all over his body, and he can't even speak the simplest words. The young man doesn't think he can be immune to harm in the formation.

The dumpling on the ground stopped, looked up at him, the two looked at each other for a long time, and then twisted somehow, the dumpling rushed past the boy and rushed into the formation in front of him.

"Uncle Master!" The young man took a step back, it was too late to stop him, he looked at the dumpling in the magic circle, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

It's over!This was the only thought left in the young man's mind. He was stunned for a few moments, only to find that there was nothing wrong with the group that was supposed to be killed by the magic circle.

Not only that, but he swaggered open one of the drawers.

The drawer was full of a row of jade bottles, he took one out from the middle, held it, and closed the drawer before leaving.

Then walk out without incident.

"Hmm~"

Let's go.

"Master Uncle..." The young man was still in a daze, waiting for Tuanzi to yell again before reacting and following.

"Uncle, is that room yours?" After leaving the door, the young man finally realized.

The front dough twisted its buttocks and responded.

That's right, it's all Si Heng gave him, and put it all over there.

One person and one beast returned to the previous room, and Tuanzi climbed onto the previous chair, put the jade bottle on it, and pushed it towards the young man.

"For me?" The boy dared not reach out.

"Hmm~"

Yes.

The young man glanced at it several times, and after making sure that he didn't understand the wrong meaning, he carefully picked up the jade bottle: "Thank you, uncle."

He put the bottle away and asked the cub, "Does Master have any other orders?"

ordered?

Yi Zhou thought about it, but he didn't think so.

He was half lying on the chair, with his big head propped up, staring at the boy.

The young man was uncomfortable being stared at by him, he put his hands together and coughed lightly before his lips, and asked tentatively, "The disciple will tell you a story?"

……

After the dumpling fell asleep, the young man finished his role for the day. He returned to his residence and practiced the exercises first when he entered the door. After walking along the exercise route with a little spiritual power for a week, the young man remembered what the dumpling had given him.

He rummaged through his storage bag to find the jade bottle, and when he found the jade bottle, he brought out the bottle containing the spiritual liquid.

The two bottles in front of him looked exactly the same, but the boy could clearly tell which was his.

He put aside the jade bottle that Tuanzi gave him, picked up the other one, hesitated, put the jade bottle on the tip of his nose, and uncorked the bottle.

The nose was instantly filled with the smell of spiritual liquid, and the inner strength contained abundant spiritual energy. The young man just leaned up to smell it, and immediately re-corked the bottle.

He looked at the bottle in his hand several times with some reluctance, and finally put away the jade bottle, and picked up the one that the dumpling gave him.

I don't know what that "little uncle" gave.

The boy thought to himself, and opened the bottle in his hand without paying attention.

The moment the bottle was opened, the same smell as before filled the whole room.

Is this... spiritual liquid?

The boy couldn't believe it, he leaned up and smelled it, but it was still the same.

The hand holding the jade bottle tightened, the boy blinked, tilted the bottle slightly, and carefully poured out a drop of milky white liquid.

The liquid is very viscous and has no tendency to slip off the fingertips.

Hearing the sound of beating in his chest, the boy was shaking with excitement, but his fingers remained steady.

He carefully withdrew his finger, sucked off the drop of spirit liquid on it, and the surge of spirit energy exploded in his body in an instant.

There was too much spiritual energy in that mass, congested in the body, and it was about to burst as it supported the meridians.

The young man quickly put himself in a good posture and performed his exercises. His spiritual power traveled through the meridians, and every time he walked around, part of the majestic spiritual energy would disappear.

After a long time, the boy reaped the rewards.

The congested spiritual energy in the body has completely disappeared, and the spiritual power in the meridians has nearly doubled. If you practice hard for a few more days, you will be able to break through a small realm.

This time, his kung fu was equal to his two months of painstaking practice, his meridians were swollen with spiritual force, the young man took a deep breath, stared at the jade bottle, his eyes struggling.

After not moving for a long time, the young man seemed to have figured something out, his expression was relieved, he put the jade bottle back into the storage bag, and lay down to rest.

When Yi Zhou woke up the next day, he still saw that person.

Seeing him waking up, the young man prepared food for him as before, and when Yi Zhou finished eating, he took out the jade bottle from the storage bag and put it in front of Yi Zhou.

"Uncle, this thing is too precious, I can't take it." The young man looked indifferent.

Yi Zhou looked down at the bottle, but didn't move.

"Uncle Master." The young man knelt down across from the dumpling and bent down: "I was ordered by my uncle to take care of you, and after the end, I can get paid in the Good Work Hall. This is too precious for you."

"Hmm~"

I have a lot of this stuff.

The boy couldn't understand what he said, his posture didn't change, and he still said that he couldn't accept these words.

"Master uncle, you are still...you are young, you don't know how precious this thing is, if you give it away casually, I think your master uncle will be unhappy when he returns."

Ke Siheng said that he could use it as he wanted.

Yi Zhou looked up at the young man, feeling a little headache after hearing the words.

What if I can't communicate?

He stared at the man's lips that kept opening and closing, and remembered the writing that Si Heng had taught him.

So he climbed down from the chair and called out to the boy to follow him.

Yi Zhou went to the room where Si Heng usually taught himself. There was a huge desk in the room, with pens and ink on it.

He walked to the desk, raised his head and let out a cry, then looked at the boy.

The boy understood, said apology, picked up the dumpling and put it on the desk.

There is an inkstone on the upper right corner of the desk, and the spiritual ink that was ground last time in the inkstone has not been used up yet.

Yi Zhou stretched out his claws, dipped some abrasive from the inkstone, and began to write on the paper.

The tip of the claw sucked very little abrasive, and it was necessary to re-dip it once after writing two strokes. Yi Zhou had a hard time writing, and the written words were crooked and unsightly.

He was not satisfied, and decided to put calligraphy practice on the agenda.

But these are not considered now.

After struggling to finish writing a few words, Yi Zhou patted the table to attract the boy's attention.

"Master." The boy actually kept staring at Tuanzi, and moved forward when he heard the noise.

Yi Zhou pushed out the stack of papers under his palm, and patted it again.

"Master, would you let me read this?" the boy asked.

"Hmm~"

Before going to Taiyan Sect, the boy went to a private school for a few years, but the things written by the little master uncle were too sloppy, so he read them carefully twice before he could recognize them clearly.

"Uncle Master..." The young man hesitated to speak.

The dumpling on the table gave him a blank look, turned around and climbed down the desk with his fat buttocks twisted.

The young man was still holding the edge of the paper, and when he saw Tuanzi leaving, he grabbed the paper in his hand before he had time to think, and followed.

There were six crooked characters written on the paper.

"I'll give it, you take it, understand?"

The boy went back with Tuanzi, still holding the piece of paper in his hand. When Tuanzi walked to the chair, he subconsciously put the paper away, and then hugged Tuanzi onto the chair.

Yi Zhou pushed the jade bottle, this time the boy didn't refuse again, he put away the jade bottle, and bowed to the dumpling spread on the chair.

It was the first time Yi Zhou received such a big gift, he jumped up from his chair in fright, staring at people with wide eyes.

Get up, get up!

The young man's face was flushed, and his expression was excited: "Uncle Shi is so kind, this disciple will never forget."

As for?

Yi Zhou was a little confused.

When he opened his eyes, what he ate was the psychic liquid diluted from psychic milk. He didn't connect this thing with the word precious in his heart, and Si Heng didn't mention it either.

Instead, before he left, he was not sure about the return date, so he gave Yizhou dozens of bottles of psychic liquid at once, saying that it was in case of emergency.

So Yi Zhou didn't feel at ease with what the young man said before, but now that he looked at this guy's behavior, he realized that it was not that simple.

Is it really that expensive?

Yi Zhou lay prone on the chair, thinking back before, he couldn't think of any special place for this thing.

It's just a little hard to drink.

or else...

He turned over, with his feet on his back, staring at the nostrils of the boy next to him.

Or is he too useless to feel it?

"Uncle?" the boy called out.

The cub spread out a square shape, and the white fur on its belly was slightly curly, tempting people to touch it.

The boy quickly looked away, and silently recited the Jingjing Sutra in his heart.

Hold on, don't reach out, it's disrespectful!

I just don't know which family the little uncle is from, if he knows, he will raise one in the future.

Stop!

The boy was thinking about messy things in his heart, and he heard a squeamish humming next to his ear.

He withdrew his thoughts, lowered his head and called Master Uncle.

Yi Zhou was so annoyed by his speculation that he simply gave up and decided to find something to do.

He was studying things at night, now... He got up from the chair and stared at the person next to him.

The man told a good story yesterday.

I just don't know how to tell him.

I should have brought the pen and paper with me.

The young man came back to his senses, seeing the little master staring at him all the time, it was rare for him to regain his senses.

"Uncle, do you want to hear a story?"

"Hmm~"

The young man didn't know too many stories, and Yi Zhou pestered him to tell them every day, and he soon told them almost.

"Uncle Master." The cub was sitting on the flat ground in front of the main hall. The boy had just finished practicing a set of sword moves, and when he came back, he saw the cub's bright eyes.

The young man was panting heavily, but before he recovered, he met Shang Tuanzi's eyes and asked, "Master, do you want to learn sword?"

"Hmm~"

miss you!

This is so handsome!

It was tailor-made for him!

He was thinking about how to get the young man to teach him, and he heard the young man next to him say in a reverent tone: "This disciple is not a swordsman, and his sword moves are also ordinary, far less than one ten-thousandth of the master uncle."

what?

That master uncle was talking about Si Heng?Is he that good?

Seemingly seeing the cub's doubts, the boy said to him: "Master Uncle is a rare genius in the cultivation world. He is only five hundred years old this year, and he will become a god and become a great power."

"Not only that, Master Uncle is also very proficient in many aspects..."

The boy was still talking about the genius of a man Taotao, but Yi Zhou's thoughts drifted to other places.

It turns out that the man is over 500 years old?so old!No wonder the mentality is abnormal.

Yi Zhou clicked his tongue twice, thinking that he should be more tolerant of Si Heng and ignore his frequent convulsions.

After all, care for the elderly is not it?

When he regained his senses, the boy next to him was talking about the other party's adventure in a secret realm.

This experience is extremely dramatic, including heroes, beauties, friendship, and enemies. The plot is ups and downs. As the protagonist, Si Heng finally gets the acknowledgment of the secret realm after suffering, and becomes a rising Ziwei star in the cultivation world.

Yi Zhou smacked his lips, thinking that the story was probably made up by the storyteller.

But it doesn't matter, he likes to hear it, it doesn't matter if it's true or not.

So when Si Heng came back from a long distance, what he saw was his own cub lying next to another person, one person and one beast very close.