"Wang Dazhuang, what are you crazy about?" Monk Sanjie, Fang Shaojie and Long Yuan looked confused. They didn't know what Zhou Shiqi was yelling and yelling in a sudden rage.

Only Chen Xiaozhi's expression moved slightly, and then he looked around with some surprise.

Zhou Shiqi ignored Monk Sanjie and the others. While he was angry now, he was also worried about the safety of the little girl in the red dress. This gourd-shaped magic weapon contained the energy unique to the Blood Demon Clan. Who knows what the reaction would be if he ate it.

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After a long while, a timid voice sounded in the room: "Daddy Dog..."

Everyone cast their gazes into the air and were shocked to see a little girl wearing a blood-colored princess dress with bare feet floating above Zhou Shiqi's head.

As the little girl in the red dress appeared, the room suddenly became extremely cold, as if the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

"Female ghost?!" Fang Shaojie and Long Yuan were shocked.

The reaction of the monk Sanjie was the most intense. He recited Buddhist scriptures, held Dharma seals with his hands, and stared at the little girl in the red dress with cold eyes: "You evildoer, please die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant golden hand of energy, like the palm of a giant spirit, directly enveloped the little girl in the red dress.

The cute little face of the little girl in the red dress suddenly turned ferocious and terrifying, her eyes flashed with red light, the black hair on the back of her head moved without any wind, and the whole room suddenly felt like there was a ghostly howling sound echoing in the room.

"Stop it!" Zhou Shiqi let out a loud roar, and then, his whole body rose into the sky, his small fist glowing with white light, and with an indomitable momentum, he rushed towards the giant golden hand of energy.

"Bo!"

Silently, the golden energy giant hand was like a ball, pierced by Zhou Shiqi's small fist glowing with white light, and then turned into little rain of light, gradually dissipating.

"We are all our own, why do you do anything!" Zhou Shiqi rubbed his temples with a headache.

The three-ring monk and the little girl in the red dress stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and they were hostile to each other. They both hated the aura of the other person.

Seeing this, Fang Shaojie coughed dryly and quickly came out to smooth things over: "Brother, you'd better introduce this... kid next to you first!"

"Oh, this is Yaya, my adopted daughter!" Zhou Shiqi waved to the little girl in the red dress, and the little girl immediately flew into Zhou Shiqi's arms and hung on him like a koala.

Everyone was shocked. Monk Sanjie’s face was as dark as water and he said in a cold voice: "Wang Dazhuang, do you know what you are doing? You are playing with fire and burning yourself!"

"This little thing is a fierce ghost, and it shouldn't be an ordinary ghost. The aura on her body gives me a creepy feeling."

"If you take her with you every day, sooner or later she will kill you!"

Hearing this, before Zhou Shiqi said anything, the little girl in the red dress in his arms stared at the monk Sanjie fiercely like a cat with fried fur, her eyes full of resentment and murderous intent.

Zhou Shiqi could only continue to perform head-touching kills to calm the little guy down. After a long while, he said quietly: "Master, I understand everything you said, and I also know very well what I am doing."

"This child's life experience is very pitiful. I just want to give her a warm home and let her live happily."

Monk Sanjie hated the iron and said: "You are confused. If she were an ordinary little girl, I wouldn't say anything. But the key point is that she is not. You are feeding a tiger into trouble, and something big will happen to you sooner or later."

"Master!" Zhou Shiqi looked at him with stern eyes, "No matter what, I will never leave Yaya alone. She is my daughter, and I will fulfill the responsibility of a father and teach her to be kind to others and to distinguish right from wrong!

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"You...sigh..." Monk Sanjie shook his head helplessly and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Fang Shaojie took a deep breath and suddenly boldly approached the little girl in the red dress: "Your name is Yaya, right? How old are you?"

"...Five years old!" The little girl in the red dress timidly stretched out her five white fingers, and then added, "I was five years old when I died!"

Hearing this, Fang Shaojie's eyes suddenly turned red for some unknown reason. He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak. He suddenly realized that he didn't know how to continue talking to this little girl?

The sulky monk Sanjie, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at the little girl in the red dress and sighed slightly.

Zhou Shiqi touched the head of the little girl in the red dress and mouthed in the direction of Fang Shaojie: "Yaya, this man is dad's sworn brother, you have to call him uncle!"

"...Uncle!" The little girl in the red dress blinked her eyes with red light and called out obediently.

"Oh, be good, Yaya is so good!" A hint of joy flashed in Fang Shaojie's eyes, and he wanted to reach out to touch the little girl's head in the red dress, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he stopped midway with his hand, a little hesitant.

The little girl in the red dress seemed to be able to sense Fang Shaojie's kindness. She suddenly made a bold move and opened her arms directly to Fang Shaojie: "Uncle, give me a hug!"

"Ah? Oh!" Fang Shaojie was stunned and mechanically picked up the little girl in the red dress into his arms.

However, soon, Fang Shaojie's face turned livid, his teeth were chattering, and he felt that what he was holding in his arms was a piece of thousand-year-old ice, which seemed to freeze him into ice cubes.

"Okay, Yaya, come back to daddy!" Zhou Shiqi stretched out his arms towards the little girl in the red dress. He could see that the old man was almost freezing. The aura of this little guy Yaya was not something ordinary people could bear.

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Fang Shaojie smiled bitterly and sat on the ground to practice his kung fu. If the coldness on his body was not removed, he was afraid there would be hidden dangers.

Seeing Fang Shaojie's miserable appearance, Chen Xiaozhi and Long Yuan, who originally wanted to get close to the little girl in the red dress, were so frightened that they dared not move. Now they looked at Zhou Shiqi, who seemed to be a normal person, with admiration and admiration.

His eyes were full of admiration.

Zhou Shiqi let the little girl in the red dress hang on him, bent down to pick up the gourd-shaped magic weapon on the ground, and said with a serious face: "Yaya, where is the thing here, did you eat it?"

The little girl in the red dress had a somewhat hesitant look and did not dare to look at Zhou Shiqi.

Sighing, Zhou Shiqi rubbed his temples and said, "You glutton, I told you to keep this thing for you first, but it's not like I won't give it to you. Do you need to be so anxious?"

The little girl in the red dress kept poking and poking with her two index fingers, and said with a guilty conscience: "Daddy Dog, I didn't finish everything, there is still some left..."
Chapter completed!