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Strict father is not good to be 2

A small storm was just as quiet as this.

Mo Liancheng raised his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of Qu Tan'er's eyes. He felt very distressed and said, "Tan'er, you made this little guy cry again. It's really useless."

Qu Tan'er rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.

Mo Liancheng twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned to Xiao Yu'er, "Yu'er, if you dare to make me cry again, I will throw you into the space stone and face the wall for a month."

"..." The little guy suddenly became afraid, and quickly wiped away his tears, and then wiped them with Qu Tan'er, "Mom, don't cry." Unexpectedly, the little guy's sensibleness made Qu Tan'er's tears fall faster.

As a result, the little guy was so confused that he couldn't wipe it with his chubby little hands. He became anxious and cried, "Mom, I don't want to enter the Space Stone. It's so boring there..."

One more moment.

Xiao Yu'er immediately jumped out of Qu Tan'er's arms and said pitifully: "Dad, this has nothing to do with Yu'er."

Turning around, the little guy ran away.

But before he stepped out of the threshold, he was suddenly grabbed by his collar again.

This time, the little guy didn't dare to move, but looked at him pitifully with his big, bony eyes.

Mo Liancheng helplessly carried the quiet little guy on his shoulders, his handsome face full of tangles and sighs, "Tan'er, it's hard to be a strict father."

"Pfft!" Qu Tan'er finally laughed, "Who told you to mess around?"

"..."

In the evening, the group set out again to go to Quzu.

After a few more days, we finally reached the Qu clan.

The whole family welcomed her with such enthusiasm that Qu Tan'er felt like she had returned home, like a wanderer after a long absence, with a certain familiarity deep in her memory. Mo Liancheng held her hand all the time, and Xiao Yu'er was the happiest.

This is not the first time for him to visit the Qu Clan, and he is quite familiar with the Qu Clan.

Rested for a few days.

Qu Tan'er and others arrived at the Qu clan's forbidden area, the holy altar.

The Holy Altar of the Qu Clan is an ancient high platform with some weird mythical beasts and stone carvings also depicting ancient totems. This Holy Altar is slightly larger than the Gate of Xuanjie. In some places, ancient fonts are carved.

Qu Tan'er didn't understand, but if she looked carefully, she would find that they looked like words but didn't look like words.

Look again, there are some secret techniques of the Qu clan and so on.

According to the old patriarch, the entire altar was decorated with strange ancient formations, and people with ordinary cultivation levels were unable to enter. Under the altar, Mo Liancheng stopped with a group of elders from the Qu tribe.

Only Qu Tan'er and the old patriarch went up.

The old clan leader taught Qu Tan'er a secret summoning technique within the clan over the past few days. In fact, this secret technique is also recorded in the Qu clan's secret technique record in Qu Tan'er's mind. It's just that on weekdays, she occasionally looks through it, which is too much.

It would be difficult for a novice like her to understand something difficult without someone to teach her. But these days, with the personal guidance of the old patriarch, she can learn much faster.

In the formation, Qu Tan'er forced out seven drops of essence | blood.

The summons was carried out as the old patriarch said... The spiritual energy was floating all over the sky. It all poured into the strange formation in the center of the altar. They all disappeared instantly and disappeared. Then, more and more surged, as if there was no end. If it weren't for Qu Tan'er's body.

It is not always possible to use the support of calming beads.

When Qu Tan'er turned pale and almost couldn't hold on any longer.

Suddenly a white light flashed out from the middle of the altar, and there was a sound!

Various strange patterns suddenly change, ranging from white to light purple.

"It's done!" the old patriarch said excitedly.

After a while, the light on the altar dimmed, and in the center of the pattern, there was a black mysterious tablet.

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