Chapter 1932: Give him a birthday present (5)
Yehuang originally wanted to teach her some martial arts.
As a member of Feng Shang Palace, if you don't know martial arts, it won't work.
In Feng Shang Palace, even the most ordinary maids are also good at martial arts.
"Three or four years?"[
In fact, for those who practice martial arts, three or four years is already a very short time.
Ji Moli felt that it had been a long, long time.
"Is there any kind of... martial arts that can be learned quickly?"
Yehuang interrupted her unrealistic fantasy rudely, "No."
Even he, who was called a martial arts wizard by Shangguan Yunxi, could not succeed in one day.
Ji Moli sighed with some disappointment, "Okay, three or four years, just three or four years..."
Three or four years later, will I still be by his side?
Ever since she traveled to this time and space, there wasn't a single moment when she wasn't thinking about how to go back.
Crazy, want to go back to the 21st century.
Everything here is so strange to her.
Everything reminded her that she had traveled to an unknown world.
Moreover, I traveled through time after taking a good nap.
Before she goes to sleep every night, she wonders, will she return to her old world when she wakes up?
Since I traveled through time while sleeping...
So, if you want to go back, you have to go to sleep, right?
However, every time I hold such high hopes, I am met with disappointment.
She was a little scared.
I'm afraid I'll never go back.
Stay in this strange time and space, forever separated from your family, friends, and your own world.[
This is a nightmare in her mind.
stay?
She hadn't even thought about it.
This world does not belong to her, and she absolutely does not want to blend in.
As she thought about it, her expression became a little dazed.
There was a touch of sadness in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
A soft, slightly indifferent voice sounded softly in her ears.
Ji Moli raised his head and looked at him for a while...
This person is probably the person she is closest to in this world.
But why couldn't she feel any warmth from him?
No matter how gentle his tone of voice is.
Or maybe his occasional gaze is full of tenderness.
But she was still a little afraid of him.
As a daughter, how can she be afraid of her father?
And as a father, why would his daughter always do some strange things?
This chapter has been completed!