"Well done." Ling Luo stretched out a hand and patted Su Jue's little head gently.
Sujue was very happy to receive praise and affirmation from her mother, with a slight smile in her eyes.
Of course, it only took a moment, and he covered it up very well.
Su Ling, who was happily plucking out the phoenix's feathers, suddenly felt a little jealous when she saw her mother praising her brother for touching him.
"Mother, mother--"
Su Ling nuzzled over, raised her head, looked at Ling Luo with dark eyes, and said, "Next time I encounter an ancient relic, I can be as powerful as my brother and kill him alone."
A slight smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, and she said, "Okay, wait until next time, and you can show it to my mother."
"Yeah, yeah!" Su Ling nodded heavily, then pulled Ling Luo's sleeves, walked towards the iron pot, and said, "Mom, come and make braised bird wings with us, Uncle Miao said he
You taught me all the cooking techniques. Mother, would you like to teach Su Ling yourself?"
Su Ling is a clingy person, and her favorite person is Ling Luo. As long as she has the time, she will definitely stick to her.
Moreover, what is even more bizarre is that whenever Su Ling clings to Ling Luo, she will glance in Xuanyuan Yu's direction from time to time as if she is guarding against a thief.
Daddy is still there.
The scumbag father often jumps out suddenly and steals his mother from him.
Xuanyuan Yu met Su Ling's eyes as if they were guarding against thieves. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curved into a sinister smile, revealing his white teeth.
Su Ling immediately became nervous, like a little beast with explosive hair. She grabbed Ling Luo tightly, with most of her body hanging on Ling Luo's body. She hooked Ling Luo's neck possessively with both hands, bubbling.
He won't let go. If anyone dares to take his mother away from him, he will fight with all his might.
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's eyes twitched slightly. Why did he want to throw this bastard away so much?
"Su Ling, come here."
The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curved in a meaningful arc, and he waved to his youngest son.
"No, no, no." Su Ling shook his head like a rattle, hanging on his mother's body like a koala.
"Come, come here." A devil-like gentle smile bloomed on the face of a certain wife-slave, "Dad, let me teach you a powerful magical power, which can help you show off your skills the next time you fight alone against the ancient relics.
Divine power."
Ling Luo, who was walking in the direction of the cheap dragon iron pot, immediately became interested when he heard what Xuanyuan Yu said. He looked at Yu and asked, "Do you really want to teach Su Ling?"
"Yes, Su Ling's talent seems to be worse than Su Jue's. As a father, if I don't help him with tutoring, won't Su Ling be left behind?"
When facing his wife, the devilish expression on a certain wife slave's face disappeared, and he looked like an absolutely gentle and good father, with a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and a harmless smile on his face.
"Yeah, okay." Ling Luo took off the Su Ling hanging from her body and said, "Go and learn some magic skills from your father. Mother believes that you can be as good as your brother."
Su Ling bit her lip and burst into tears, looking very unaggrieved and said, "Mom, didn't we agree to make braised bird wings together?"
"If a boy wants to stand upright, how can he think about eating and eating all day long? How bad it is." Ling Luo looked gentle, lowered her head, pressed a kiss on Su Ling's smooth little head, and said, "Be obedient."