Chapter 184: The Moon on the Lonely Mountain and the Tyrannosaurus Rex
Hu Nuan pulled Hu Qing and sat down on a bench under the flower vines in the yard. Hu Huahua and Hu Zhuzhu squeezed over together.
Hu Caicai fell on her lap: "Mom, mom."
Hu looked down upon her, how could I be so virtuous and capable?
Question: "When will you transform?"
Don't think she doesn't know that a demon like Chongmingniao, who has a name, surname, bloodline and status, only needs to think about it to take form. This is a racial advantage.
In the past, Huhuahua took the transformation pill given by Xiaoming. The Chongming Bird has a higher bloodline than the Wat Beast.
Hu Caicai: "It's already transformed."
As she spoke, a flash of light appeared on her body, and a chubby female doll lay on Hu Qing's lap, with her delicate little face raised, her big black grape-like eyes on Qishang Saixue's skin. Her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were all beautiful.
To put it bluntly, when Zhuan Hunuan was a child, he went to 800 Streets.
Suddenly Hu Qing felt deep in her heart, hugging her, and the touch on her hands made her mouth twitch.
"Hu Nuan, are you pulling out all the ice-breaking gems to make clothes for your sister?"
It's not an exaggeration at all. Everything Hu Caicai wore was made of precious stones, which were so bright that they were blindingly bright. Only the plain jade stones on the edges of her clothes were inlaid with circles. She pulled the cuffs, okay, at least there was a layer of cloth under the gems.
It is also secretly made of gold and silver.
Hu Nuan's dream of a gem princess comes true in Hu Caicai.
Hu Nuan pinched Hu Caicai's soft and tender little face and kissed her: "There's no need to break the ice. I have plenty of gems and pearls. I have made many beautiful dresses for her, but Caicai likes this one the best."
Hu Caicai nodded: "Yes, yes."
Hu Qing holds her forehead, so in terms of aesthetics, these two sisters are... incompetent?
Thinking about my own aesthetics, it is not high-end. It seems that Hu Caicai is also a biological child!
At this time, Hu Caicai turned into a Chongming bird again: "I still like this."
Hu Qing thought to himself, no, it's easier to be dressed in feathers than in stones.
She thought of something and stretched her arms across Hu Huahua and hugged Hu Zhuzhu's neck. Hu Zhuzhu was tilted to Hu Huahua's body by her hook, and Hu Huahua fell on Hu Qing's body.
Ah, mother's arms are so comfortable.
"Zhuzhu, your father came here before."
Hu Zhuzhu was so surprised that his expression froze for three seconds, then he slowly sat up straight and turned his face away: "Huh, what does it have to do with me?"
Tsk, the way you look like a stinky fart is still so awkward.
Hu Huahua dug her head into Hu Qing's arms and said lazily: "Hmm, why doesn't he come to see you? He doesn't think he has anything to do with you."
When Hu Zhuzhu said this, his hair exploded, and electric sparks flashed in his gray-blue hair. He jumped up and said, "What does it matter? I never recognized him! He was the one who forced me to—"
"He might die." Hu said lightly.
Hu Zhuzhu paused and clenched his fists: "Impossible."
Hu Qing: "Well, he also said he wouldn't die." He shrugged.
After saying that, she ignored him and Hu Zhuzhu stood frozen on the spot.
Hu Nuan glanced at him and shook Hu Qing's arm: "Why doesn't uncle come to see us? Is he going to deliver retribution again? Is he a very powerful person?"
"It's amazing." Hu Qing's voice was low, unable to conceal his worry.
Hu Zhuzhu looked over quietly.
Hu Nuan: "Can't you just go?"
Hu Qing: "It's impossible not to go."
"Tsk, he thinks he is so powerful." Hu Zhuzhu crossed her arms and flew away.
Hu Huahua stuck out her tongue at his back: "He must have gone to find the master. He is in a hurry to help the monk."
"That's your uncle." Hu slapped Hu Huahua's mouth gently.
Hu Nuan said: "Master won't let us go out, right?"
Hu Qing sighed: "I went out to meet your uncle, and your master was watching me the whole time."
well.
well.
They all want to go out to play, even if it's to see ghosts and ghosts, but they know that Master won't let them go out. Even acting coquettishly won't work.
Hu Qing changed the subject: "Let's go eat--"
"Mom, what kind of swordsmanship did you practice just now?" Hu Nuan held her arm to prevent her from leaving.
Hu Qing was helpless: "It's called Wind and Thunder Shocking Cloud Jue. By the way, I never asked you what inheritance you got."
"Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Hu Huahua was the first to jump up, and a long sword formed a line around him, like a giant. When the sword energy struck, the transparent arc blades reflected the colors of the sun. The young man's eyebrows were flying, and he was even more beautiful than his swordsmanship.
Hu Qing clapped his hands and saw that this swordsmanship was very beautiful.
Hu Huahua sheathed her sword and walked over: "Guyue."
Hu Qing: What?
"Mom, please make me a Gu Yue Sword. My sword technique is called Gu Shan Huoyue."
Hu Qing blinked: "I think you don't need a sword, it's more suitable to use claws."
Your little claws can claw out moon arcs better than a sword.
But - is it more powerful that Gu Shan holds the moon or her wind, thunder and clouds are more powerful?
Hu Huahua: "Mom, I think I am worthy of a fairy sword that is both beautiful and connotative, noble and noble."
Hu Qingmu's face turned into a thunder dragon arm: "Doesn't this talisman conform to the coexistence of appearance, connotation and temperament as you said?"
Hu Huahua bared her teeth and did not hide her disgust: "This is just a dragon claw on your arm. Mom, this thing is popular in the lower world. Not in the fairy world. There are many demons, demons, humans, and trees in the fairy world.
Petrifying, petrifying some of the characteristics of humans and non-humans is very common among thugs and followers."
Don't ask him how he knows, just ask about the common sense of bloodline awakening.
Hu Qing, who was surrounded by thugs and his followers: "..."
Sure enough, the little cub is no longer cute when he grows up. Even if he has the face of a young master and a mouth, it is heartbreaking.
She turned around and looked at Hu Nuan: "What about you?"
Hu Nuan said: "I want the most beautiful sword, the one with the sword spirit inside."
Hu Qing was furious: "I'm asking you what did you learn?!"
Open your mouth and ask for it. Does such a big person have no shame at all?
Hu Nuan: What? What is that? It doesn’t seem like it was born.
Hu Qing: Do you blame me?
"Mom, the sword technique I learned is very powerful. It's called Tyrannosaurus Sword."
violent——dragon——
Hu Qing opened his mouth, but was so shocked by the name of the sword technique that he couldn't speak.
This is really... simple and crude, and has no immortality style at all.
It's a bit like a hot-blooded anime.
So - what is it?
Hu Nuan stood with his sword in hand, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped.
Suddenly the air turned cold for a second, there was a violent snowstorm, and the wind roared like a dragon. Countless sword lights were hidden behind the snowflakes and condensed into the shape of a dragon. The snow dragon rushed high into the sky, bang bang bang bang, exploded, and the sound waves spread for miles.
.
What an impressive swordsmanship!
But - nothing is right!
Doesn't her precious daughter deserve a serious, quiet, and well-behaved swordsman?
"Why do I think it's a snow storm?"
Hu Nuan sheathed his sword and smiled sweetly: "Yes. My master said that my Snow Storm has great potential, and it would be a pity not to practice it. So, he integrated the Snow Storm with his Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, and compiled the Ruins God Technique.
You can only teach me new exercises."
Torture - violence - massacre - listen to these words, her precious daughter will not get better.
Hu Qing was stunned: "Your master? From the inheritance land of Canjian Mountain? Your master is still -" alive?
Hu Nuan said matter-of-factly: "It's a split soul. All of us have masters. Aren't you your master?"
Hu Qing: "..."
Sure enough, he sent her away casually. Sure enough, she is not suitable for practicing swordsmanship.
