The cypress leaves are deeply visible and pitiful

"Ah Choo!" Someone far away in the snowy area sneezed deeply, wondering why he was suddenly afraid of the cold?

It really is a young body, within a few days, Master Ke will be able to jump around.Because Yin Dongzheng gave him injury leave, he was extra leisurely.It's not abusive to say that, after a day of leisure, I picked up the sword and the pen again, I got used to it, and my hands were itchy.After completing part of the daily training, Mr. Ke just looked at Erlang's legs, half lying on the recliner, gnawing on an apple, and suddenly heard a movement at the door, and quickly got into bed—playing dead!

As soon as Yin Dongzheng entered, he saw the little guy still lying on the bed. "Don't pretend, don't think that I don't know what you were doing just now, continue to practice tomorrow when the injury is cured, don't slack off for a day, and don't let a skill go to waste."

"Oh." Finding that he couldn't pretend, Mr. Ke slowly got up, got out of bed and sat by the table.

Seeing that he was being good, Yin Dongzheng conjured up a box of food out of nowhere, "Tonight's snacks and some meals, you are still injured, so there is no wine."

"Ah? I've recovered from my injury. If you don't believe me, father, look at it!" As soon as Xiao Ke heard that there was wine, all the problems in his whole body healed immediately.With a whoosh, his feet circled the table like a whirlwind.

"Okay?" Yin Dongzheng squinted at him, "Okay, let's start practicing now!"

"No..." Xiao Ke finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

"Just kidding, here, wine, but you can only drink half a pot." Yin Dongzheng smiled. In fact, Xiao Ke has a good heart. Although he was a bit naughty before, at least he has changed... right?Cough, I'm afraid I'm still thinking about playing with the little boy.

"Father, you are the best!"

"Little white-eyed wolf, your empress father will definitely ignore you when she sees you being so stupid." Yin Dongzheng began to feel sour when he thought of Xiao Jun's overly loving him.

"Hey, um, it's delicious. Father, you can eat it too."

Yin Dongzheng watched him gobble it up, and couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion, "Before this gentleman, I wasn't from the devil world."

"Huh?" Xiao Ke looked at him innocently and confusedly with his greasy mouth, his father seldom mentioned his previous stories.

"Just like you, I was chosen by my father and my queen. It's just that I was a mortal, and I was still at the bottom. I was very young at the time, maybe in my teens, and I was a beggar on the street for many years , to take care of several other people who are thinner and younger than me. Life is very hard, often beaten, and often beat people. Until one day, two people who looked like those in the painting appeared in front of me and said they would take me Let's go, teach me how to stop being bullied. I heard that they were willing to help me settle down a few other friends, so I immediately agreed. After I settled them down, I left with them. I thought they were looking for servants, Slaves, but no, they turned out to be people from another world—immortals from the demon world, they taught me a lot, and I listened to them very much, and eventually became a prince, and after that, a demon king."

Xiao Ke was obviously fascinated, "Father, you still started as a mortal? That is more difficult than me."

Yin Dongzheng nodded, "Your talent is no less than that of me back then, so after failing hundreds of times, you will eventually reach that point."

"The boy understands, but the boy is too bad."

Yin Dongzheng was puzzled, "How to say?"

"Father's purpose back then was to become stronger and save people, but my boy, my boy's purpose was to... to play with little boys." Xiao Ke's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Hahahahahaha, no matter what the purpose is, our process is difficult for others to go through and complete. Everyone has different aspirations. Even if you are, cough, playing a little boy, you have to pick someone who is outstanding and worthy of you The prince-to-be will be." Yin Dong is guiding him, he doesn't want to teach a kid with low self-esteem and decadence.

"Yes, Father, you are right, hahaha."

Mr. Ke continued to walk through summer and autumn in this way, over and over again, day and night.The squirrels on the tree can watch him dance the sword and doze off; the bees and butterflies are also willing to stay under his brush and ink to see if he has painted himself; the spring water in the mountains can finally cooperate with the sound of his piano Singing; with a wave of his hand, the dense branches and leaves in the forest turned into bare branches.Another decade.Another contest.Of course, there was no difference except that he fought Zhong Ming's grandfather twice, and it was another injury.

In this way, day after day, year after year.Master Ke's beard has been shaved one stubble after another.When competing with Zhong Ming every ten years, his so-called progress is to vomit less blood and suffer less blows.Ke Xiaoye also gradually became not looking forward to results, but looking forward to progress and finding shortcomings and deficiencies.

Even the first ancestor nodded repeatedly and said, "It's not human, such rapid progress makes others envious."

But these improvements seem to be no longer attracted to Xiao Ke, and now he only knows about endless repetitions of spell practice, over and over again.Even if time cannot leave traces on the immortal demons, the changes in their eyes will not be deceiving.It was a refined transformation in every way, and the eyes were no longer green and immature.Let me tell you, describing him as a silkworm cocoon breaking out of a cocoon is too flattering to Mr. Ke. How could he be a silkworm before? He can't even be called an earthworm?

"Ah Choo!" Young Master Ke rubbed his nose, hum, who is speaking ill of Young Master again.People are so unflattering, Mr. Ke's mouth has always been so cheap and unforgiving.

Even Zhong Ming couldn't remember how many times he had tried with Yin Xiaoke, anyway, it was once every ten years, and every ten years Xiaoke's growth surprised him.He didn't know how many ten years were left, he only knew that everything was coming soon - that flamboyant boy was finally about to emerge from his infancy!

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