Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"Chuya? Who is it?"

How strong is the strength to repel the Shangxian ghost, even if it is out of control, it is not impossible to learn from it.There was a lot of discussion among the pillars, but no one was rude to refute, but patiently waited for further explanations.

"Is it your son? Sure enough, he is a talented person..."

Obstetrician Yaoya was also a little surprised, that little orange-haired boy...is he ten years old?

"The situation in Zhongye is quite special."

It's really special, she still remembers the label on the laboratory materials, Aragami...

"Why don't we just go and meet this 'Zhongye' for a while? Men have to communicate between blades, and after a few tricks, you will understand what's going on." The white-haired young man with a scar on his face clasped his arms Chest made a suggestion, and the others followed suit.

Rimbaud is sitting at the junction of the corridor and the courtyard, the sun and shadows draw a boundary line on her body, her expression is hidden in the shadow, she can't see clearly, her eyes are dimly looking at the reflection of young willows and cherry trees in the distance The pond: "Chuya... is not yet 11 years old. Compared with everyone here, his physical skills have not been practiced. You can talk to him at will, but please let me know in advance that I will act as a guardian. Power. Chuya out of control...almost like a natural disaster."

"Please, gentlemen, let him learn to use his body to fight against the enemy, instead of blindly relying on the power of supernatural powers. As a mother, all I can give back is information. In addition to information about ghosts, there is also... the future."

She raised her head, and the sunlight shone softly on her bright brown eyes: "In the not-too-distant future, there will no longer be cannibal ghosts haunting the night, and you have won the final victory."

The exotic beauty sits quietly under the Japanese-style corridor, both abrupt and harmonious, and the gentleness that belongs to the mother does not conflict with her excessively young and beautiful appearance.The pillars who were still whispering just now remembered something, lowered their heads and stopped talking.

"Thank you for your prophecy, which gives us more confidence to struggle and move forward. All efforts are not in vain, and there is no more precious feedback than this." Yoya Sanshiki put a smile on the end of this conversation: "You can He Gongzi has stayed at the Vine House until you don't want to stay any longer."

Rimbaud stood up and bowed slightly to him: "Thank you very much for your hospitality."

In fact, she doesn't intend to stay here for too long.

These swordsmen in front of them are quite aware of fighting and life, and there is no one in a million masters. Without the bonus of [color painting collection], even Rimbaud himself dare not say that he can definitely win under the condition of fighting alone.She hoped that Zhong could also understand the importance of her own strength from these people, learn how to exercise, and then take him away to find the anchor point to go home—— Regarding the label of "Rage God" on him, she felt that she should find some folk customs The professor of science asked carefully.

Rimbaud felt that the power between life and death was out of control and that she could no longer wait passively. She should actively find a way for Chuya to learn to control that terrifying power by herself.

She bid farewell to Yaoya, the obstetrician, and walked back to Choya alone to see her son.The pillars left behind looked at each other, and the young man leaning on the tree with a white snake frowned and asked, "Is this woman trustworthy?" Everyone understood what he meant, "Will she pose a threat to the lord?"

The others frowned as he asked.

Maternity Yoshiya smiled and shook her head: "She is a mother who loves her child deeply. I can feel her love and sincerity for her child. This upright mother did not lie, why don't you try to believe her."

"so……"

The white-haired young man with ferocious eyes bowed his head and left without saying a word. The others looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to comfort him who was almost eaten by his mother who turned into a ghost.The tall monk clasped his hands together, and tears flowed down his cheeks like a stream of free money: "Playing with family affection forces mothers to hurt their children, such ghosts must be killed!"

"The crow told me many things."

Die Die, who had been silent all this time, suddenly made a voice: "Miss Lan Bo confronted the second with her own strength and was not injured. She won first aid and a chance for her sister to breathe for herself. After that, Tong Mo, the third party, tried to rape her son. Let's go, that child...was covered in red and black flames, with markings all over his body, as terrifying as the legendary God of disasters. Then he, he smashed Tong Mo's head with only one hand .”

"It's a pity that they don't have a sun wheel knife, and it was still dark at that time. Miss Lanbo was forced to escape by Tong Mo in order to control the child who ran out of control."

"what!"

"how is this possible?!"

"She knows how to breathe?"

"That's not right, I think her physical skills are at the same level as Zhuozhu, facing Shang Er alone?"

The people present were in an uproar.

In the face of Shangxian Guier, even the strongest pillar dare not say that he can retreat completely when he is alone.

"She has a very special technique with strong defense."

The obstetrician Yaoya stretched out his hand to press down, and the discussion disappeared in the next second: "That little boy is really a delicate and sensible boy. If possible, please take the time to help Miss Rimbaud fulfill her wish."

The pillars standing below immediately nodded and patted their chests: "Don't worry, my lord, we will do our best for the sake of her saving Butterfly Chanae. What's more, you say that the young master is a good-looking talent, so there must be no problem."

Finally, a tall young man wearing a white fire-pattern feather weaving came out more and more: "My lord, I think it's better to understand the strength of that lady first. Since she said that she can supervise children who are out of control, then we should follow her strength level." Make adjustments so as not to hurt the young master."

The young man under the corridor nodded with a smile: "I'm very relieved to leave it to you, and I will act according to your wishes."

"In that case, I'll go to Butterfly House to see the situation first!" Purgatory Kyojuro bowed his waist and saluted, Miyashiki Yoya nodded at him, and the young man backed away.

Waiting for him to wake up again, he opened his eyes and saw the straw-colored roof, the air was filled with the fragrance of indescribable flowers, and the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong was heard from outside the room through the window together with the sunlight.

The teenager who is usually fine and occasionally plays with his mother can tell that one of them is Rimbaud, and the other... can't tell, it's quite strange.

"What are you doing!" He got up from the tatami covered with mattresses, his body still had the feeling of stiffness after the power burst.At that moment, he really thought that he would die, and his survival instinct prompted him to choose to fully show the true appearance of the ability.Of course, besides fear there is anger, weird, offended, inexpressible anger...

Can't figure it out...

Zhong Ye hugged his head and rubbed it violently. The sliding door was suddenly opened, and a little girl in a long white apron came in with a basin. When she saw him, she blushed: "You're awake! Do you want to eat something?" ?”

This young man is so good-looking, delicate and noble, with a slight indifference between his brows, different from the boys he usually sees.

Zhong also let go of his head, tilted his head and looked at the door, opened his mouth and asked in three couplets: "Who are you? Where is this? Where is my mother?"

"This is the Butterfly House. Are you talking about the lady? The lady is in the courtyard dojo with Lord Yanzhu..."

There was a sound of smashing and smashing outside, and the man laughed heartily: "Ma'am! Please be careful, I'm going to use the model!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Mom, dear mother, please, look down at the wedding ring on your left hand!

"That... rice balls and miso soup, do you want to eat?"

The little girl standing by didn't wait for a reply, so she couldn't help but ask again. The orange-haired boy was shocked as if he had been awakened: "Thank you! Chuya Zhongyuan, my name."

"Eh! Eh!"

The girl left warm water and towels for him to wash by himself, and hurried out, and came back with a big tray after a while. There was a bowl of miso soup and two rice balls on the plate.

The scorching heat in the courtyard became unbearable even in the room, Zhong also felt almost full and got up and opened the sliding door, and what greeted his eyes was the raging flames intertwined with gold and red.The radiant subspace wall stopped in front of him in time, blocking the aggressive flames.

When the flames dissipated, there were two people standing in the courtyard. Rimbaud, who was not good at melee combat, was holding a scythe and was at a disadvantage. Opposite her was a man with a radiant look and burning eyes.The opponent held a knife with both hands and slashed on the handle of the sickle to suppress the attack. Rimbaud gave up fighting and raised his foot to kick over and took the initiative to roll around on the ground before barely avoiding the blade that followed him.

To be honest, he had been with his adoptive mother day and night for two years, and he had never seen her so embarrassed.

Abandoning the impeccable and almost bug-like support of [Color Painting Collection], she can only be regarded as a first-class master from the perspective of physical training, not the top.After all, Rimbaud's opponents have always been human beings. Even if the types of supernatural abilities are different, the peak difference does not exceed the species limit.

However, the person who fought against her was a strong man who survived by relying on hard power in the life-and-death fights with alien species time and time again.

"Hmm! Your choice is very correct. Your combat awareness is far beyond ordinary people, and your body responds quickly. Although you don't know how to use breathing techniques, you have been trained quite a bit. Judging by your age, you are a genius who is groping forward!"

When the opponent showed defeat, he put down the knife and stopped attacking. Rimbaud, who was kneeling on the ground and panting heavily, flipped the sickle and stood up to support himself. I know swordsmen too well, huh..."

The other party was stunned for a moment, not understanding why she stretched out her hand. Miss Rimbaud panted and stepped forward to take his hand and shook it: "This is to express my gratitude to you, and it means being friendly."

Zhong Ye opened his dead eyes and saw the man standing opposite his mother laughing and grabbing her with his backhand and shaking her vigorously a few times: "I am also very grateful to you, madam, for allowing me to see quite a magical ability!"

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