Venom My Wife

Damian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Hela, and he was immediately dissatisfied when he heard her words.

"I'm not playing, I'm training, and I'm returning the knife to me."

"train?"

Hela sneered, her face full of disdain.

"Is this level called training?"

He threw the knife to Damian, looked around and picked up a small flower shovel.

"I'll teach you what training is."

As soon as Hela finished speaking, she rushed towards Damian with a shovel in her hand.

Damian was startled by her actions, but reacted very quickly and instantly raised his samurai sword to block the attack.

"The so-called training is to fight with people under the premise of immortality and hone the killing skills in battle. You can only be called playful."

As Hela said, the shovel in his hand kept waving, and the offensive was fierce.

Damian could only fight and retreat while fighting, staring at the shovel with all his attention, not daring to slack off at all, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down.

"Don't just look at weapons."

Hela's flower shovel latched the samurai sword and beat Damian in the face with the other hand.

Bang!

Damian felt a pain in his face, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and he involuntarily let go of his hand.

By the time she came to her senses, her samurai sword was already on his neck.

"Never let go of your weapons unless your weapons can fly back on their own."

Hela stabbed the knife to the ground.

Damian looked at Hela's back as he left, pulled out the samurai sword without hesitation, ran to Hela to stop her.

"What, little guy, do you still have to continue?"

Hela looked at him jokingly.

"Yes, please fight me."

Damian bowed, his eyes firm.

"Why? I don't have time to play house with you."

Hela shook her head and glanced at Damian. The child's body was still too weak. He slapped his face and then swelled up.

"When I become stronger, I can help you in the future."

Damian said seriously.

"Just... OK, don't cry."

Hela frowned and finally agreed.

Because there was a sound in my ears.

Your job is to fight Damian, as long as you don't die, everything else will be yours.

Can I deal with your godfather and you?

Don't die, right?

Just what I want!

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hela's mouth.

The battle broke out instantly, and Haila made a move without reservation, and the shovel was like chopping, picking, and slapping.

Damian was knocked to the ground again and again, and gritted his teeth and got up again and again.

Damian's eyes gradually became cold, as if he was back in the Assassin League.

No longer care about the injuries suffered on the body, the moves are all killer moves to exchange injuries for death.

Hela frowned, blocked her, and kicked her out.

"Little guy, who taught you that on the battlefield, you must avoid any injuries that can be avoided. Only if you can avoid them, you must consider exchanging injuries for death. If you are like this, you can only survive for three seconds on the battlefield."

Hela shouted loudly, his face full of seriousness.

Damian came back to his senses and realized that this was not the Assassin League.

"Sorry, I used it subconsciously."

Damian whispered.

"Forget these in the future, I'll teach you new ones."

Hela said, and began to care about this little guy.

Although he is weak, Damian has an extremely fast understanding and learning of moves.

The moves she used can only be used twice for Damian, and after two times, they can be caught and cracked.

The best jade bill made her a little surprised.

———

Chino also saw the two of them playing through the window.

The sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Gwen, sorry, woke you up."

Chino turned around, Gwen, who was covered in a quilt and had a messy hair.

"It's okay, I should have gotten up."

Gwen came to the window and watched Hela beat Damian up, feeling a little puzzled.

"Cino, why do we have to get Damian to train like this? We can protect her."

Chino said softly, holding Gwen's slender waist.

"Damian is different from other children. She understands what path she wants to take. All I can do is to give her help and support on that path, rather than to choose for her with a good idea."

Gwen nodded slightly, his eyes still resting on the two people outside the window.

"Maybe you are right, but I still feel a little sad when I see Damian being knocked down again and again."

Chino picked up Gwen in the waist.

"Then we won't watch it, let's take a shower together."

"Oh? Wait... I can wash myself."

Gwen exclaimed, subconsciously surrounding Chino's neck with both hands.

"Don't be polite, I'll help you."

Chino said with a wicked smile.

"I'm not polite to you..."

Gwen's cheeks flushed, but she didn't break free from Chino's arms.

———

Hela called to stop after defeating Damian again.

"Okay, stop! Today's training is over."

Damian stood up with the sword, trembling slightly, but his eyes remained firm.

"Thank you for your advice, teacher."

Although it hurts, I have gained a lot today.

The murderous aura during practice allowed her to regain her state in the Assassin Alliance, and the skills and breathing methods taught also gave her a deeper understanding and understanding of combat.

"Teacher? I like this title. You can call me teacher in the future!"

"Yes, teacher."

Hela walked towards the living room with scarred Damian.

Pamela and Xi had already prepared breakfast, and looked at Damian in a embarrassed manner, heartache flashed in their eyes.

"Hela, thank you for your hard work early in the morning. Go and wash your hands first. I'll call the little ones down and you'll be able to have a meal."

"Hmm? Oh."

Hela nodded in confusion.

These people's attitude towards Damian's doting attitude was not fake, so why didn't they hit her and didn't even complain.

Venom came to Damian's side, and slightly tapped on his arm, and Damian's wounds recovered as before.

"Well, this is another sweet little cutie."

"Mom Venom, I'm covered in sweat and it's very dirty, don't rub it." Damian said helplessly.

Venom rubbed it for a while before putting Damian down.

Pamela put down the plate in her hand, walked over, and gently patted Damian's grass chips.

"Damian, don't worry about training. You still have a lot of time. Go and have a shower and have fun today." Pamela's voice was gentle and loving.

"I get it, Mama Pamela."

Damian also saw the distress in Pamela's eyes, and took the initiative to hug her, burying it in her arms like a kitten seeking warmth.

"Good boy..."

Pamela gently stroked Damian's hair, her eyes full of doting and pity.

The black phoenix, who was originally preparing to steal food on the dining table, also came to Damian when he saw that the piano was not there.

"Damian, also call me mom."

The black phoenix looked at Damian with anticipation.

Damian hesitated for a moment and shouted obediently.

"Mom Dark Phoenix."

"Good boy..."

The black phoenix also touched Damian's hair like Pamela.

"Do you want to drink milk? I..."

"Dark Phoenix, this won't work."

Pamela hurriedly stopped it.

"Why, she called me mom?"

Black Phoenix looked puzzled. In Qin's memory, her mother should feed her child.

"She's grown up and can't drink."

Pamela explained laughingly.

The black phoenix nodded without understanding.

"Oh, so that's it."