Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 331
The witch race is a peculiar race.

There are witch doctors and wizards in every place, and they have their own inheritance.

Wizards in each place have their own cultivation techniques, gods they believe in, habits and techniques of divination, and methods of finding successors.

These are wizards scattered across the borders of various countries, protected and passed on by all nationalities.

But there is another race, they are called the witch clan, which is the largest gathering of wizards.

Legend has it that a few great wizards escaped from the war and gathered in the deep mountains to multiply and practice.

The Wu people respect women, whose surname is Si.

In the last hundred years, he came out of the mountain and is active in various countries. He makes a living by divination and predicts major events in the world.

Like most wizards, they like to wear purple.

Purple is the unique color of wizards.

This color is difficult to dye, expensive, and symbolizes mystery and purity.

Wan Kuan silently looked at this Si's daughter, she was short, only five or six years old.

Most of the students this year are between the ages of five and six to 12, and most of them are geniuses.

Wang Yong is the oldest student.

The eldest prince of the Jiang family in the middle seat is 19 this year, ranking second in age.

Sensing the gaze, Si's daughter turned her head to look at Wan Chan, and her eyes quickly turned to Fuchen.

Fu Chen was still sitting on the table and eating pastries intently.

She sits on the left side of the table, with the bamboo slips in the middle, and the Four Treasures of the Study on the right.Next to it is a diabolo slip written by Wan Kuan for class notes.

Si's daughter looked at it for a while, then turned her gaze to Master.

The master has already started giving lectures.

Everyone listened carefully.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head and stared at the bamboo slips.

Fuchen ate and drank by himself, very quiet.When I was full, I sat on the table and looked at everyone quietly, rolling my eyes from time to time.

When I was sleepy, I climbed down by myself and lay down on the side to sleep.

Sleeping in the classroom is the most comfortable.

Fuchen wakes up in a daze and finds that the master is still in class.When the hour was about to pass, he said, "It's time to rest for a stick of incense".

Everyone started to get up and move their muscles and bones.

Wan Zhuan was still writing something with his head down.

Fu Chen got up by himself, walked in the crowd, and looked at everyone.

They were all young children, Fuchen looked very novel.They will also lie on the table to look at others.

Some waved their hands, signaling to leave.

Some will also wave their hands, signaling to come over.

Fuchen walked over, and the man took out a piece of pastry for her.

When Fu Chen saw the cake, he turned around and refused to eat it.

can not eat.

Brother will not be happy.

Fuchen walked to the front and looked at the master.

The master stared at her without saying a word.

Fuchen stretched out his hand to touch his master's white sheep whiskers.The master didn't say anything, just leaned forward and let her play.

Everyone watched the excitement and laughed.

Someone pushed Wan Zhuan and motioned to watch.

Wan Zhuan raised his head and shouted, "Floating dust."

Fu Chen immediately let go, and looked at the table.She was lying on the table, staring at the inkstone.

The nose moves, the hand reaches out to grab it, and sends it to the mouth.

The master beats his hands with a ruler.

Fuchen retracted his hand, turned around and said to Wan Zhuan in the back row, "Brother. Pine nuts. Pine nuts." He pointed at the inkstone.

The master said nothing.

Zhuge Jin in the front row got up and pulled Fu Chen over. The handkerchief wiped her hands and mouth, "It's a pine inkstone. When oiling, turpentine was used to match the artistic conception, so there is rosin. It's not that you eat pine cones. .”

Floating dust seems to understand but not understand.

After wiping his hands, Fuchen looked to the right.She walked around, looking up at everyone, seeing everyone.

In the end, he stared at Si's daughter, lying on the table, his eyes swirled around Si's daughter's purple clothes and snake pattern gestures.

Si's daughter also looked at her quietly.

"Fuchen. Come here." Wan Zhuan said, his eyes and hands were busy on the bamboo slips.

Fu Chen remained silent, propped himself up and ran back.Hugging Wan Bran's neck, she turned her head, her eyes still on Si's daughter.

"Brother." Fu Chen turned around and leaned against Wan Chan.

Wan Zhuan held her with his left hand and let her lean against him, his gesture remained unchanged.After finishing writing, he raised his eyes and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Chen shook his head.

"If you want to play, go out and play by yourself later. Don't go far, it's just at the door, you know?"

Fu Chen nodded.

"Mr. Wankang, this is your sister? How old are you? I have never heard that you have a biological sister."

Someone asked about floating dust.

Wan Zhuan lowered his head, was busy with his own business, and didn't answer the conversation.

Fuchen was eager, and shouted to himself, "Two years old. Three years old soon."

"You're so good." The person who inquired was from the country of Lu.

Wan Zhuan took the cloth from the side and threw it to her the smallest brush, "Drawing, or practicing calligraphy."

Write "ten thousand chaff" and "ten thousand floating dust" on the cloth.

"That's our name. Learn it today."

Fuchen turned his head to look at Wan Chan, picked up a brush with his mouth pursed, and scribbled on the cloth.

Behind him, the students who went out conveniently came in.

Young master Ji and eldest son entered the room at the same time.Young Master Ji was elated, and when he entered the room, he glanced at the floating dust and kept his hands on his chest.

It's time for a stick of incense.

The master began to lecture.

Fu Chen stood, lying on the table to draw, with a brush in his hand to draw a picture, one big and one small, and there was a line, "giggling" to himself.

Wan Zhuan glanced at it, the older child should be herself, the younger child should be Fuchen, and Xian should be her pet snake.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly, and whispered, "Don't make any noise."

Fu Chen immediately covered his mouth, with a smile still on his face, with his little feet on the back of one leg, having fun.

Young Master Ji in the front row whistled softly.

The floating dust immediately attracted attention, and the eyes chased after it.

Mr. Ji took out the grasshopper from his arms and put it on his finger to scare Fuchen.

Fuchen looked at the grasshopper, thinking it was a competition, and grabbed a long black object from his arms.

Mr. Ji stretched his neck, fixed his eyes and looked again, but saw that the black strip was moving, had a head, and was thick.

"Snake! There's a snake!" Young Master Ji yelled in horror, jumped up and took two steps back, pointing at the floating dust and roaring.

The classroom was disturbed.

Everyone looked behind.

The master was displeased and came over holding the wooden ruler.

Fuchen stared blankly at everyone, knowing that he had caused trouble.Putting down the hand holding the snake, he put it back into his bosom, pointed at Young Master Ji, "Grasshopper, Grasshopper."

Master came over, "What snake?" He turned to look at Mr. Ji, "What is on you?"

I saw a fallen leaf-colored grasshopper jumping on Mr. Ji's shoulder. When he was frightened just now, the grasshopper also flew onto his shoulder.

Mr. Ji took down the grasshopper, pointed to the floating dust and said, "There is a snake! She brought a snake!"

The master looked at the floating dust.

Fuchen lowered his head and looked at his brother.

Wan Zhuan asked, "Do you want to play?"

Fu Chen shook his head.

"If you don't play, don't take it out to scare people. If you want to play, go out and play." Wan Zhuan said, then turned to his master and said, "Sister She has a pet snake, unless it is self-protection, it will not hurt others. I will not play here either. .”

"What kind of pet snake? It's a holy thing! A holy thing!" Young Master Gao was not happy.

"Snake? Could it be the witch clan?" Some people commented, "No wonder the two princes of Wan Guo came forward, and it turned out that they offended their little wizard."

All eyes were on Fu Chen.

Si's daughter's gaze also kept on Fuchen, her eyes scrutinized.

Young Master Lu was puzzled: Strange.How could Wan Guo allow Wan Kuan to have a wizard heir by his side?It shouldn't be...

Master stared at Wan Chau, furious, but turned around and scolded Young Master Ji, "Stretch out your hand."

Young Master Ji stretched out his hand, aggrieved.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

It fell three feet.

Young Master Ji pointed at the floating dust, "She disturbed the classroom."

The master looked at the floating dust.

Fu Chen looked at his elder brother, but Wan Zhuan remained silent and stared straight at the Ji family.

Fu Chen walked over, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Wan Chen suddenly ran out and stood in front of Fuchen, "You were the one who attracted her with the grasshopper. It was you who made a big fuss. She thought you were competing with her for pets, so she brought out the snake."

Wan Chen looked up at his wife and explained, "At the end of autumn and the cold wave, the snake has already started hibernating, so it doesn't hurt people at all. Besides, the floating dust is so small, how can her pet snake hurt people? If it hurts people, she He was bitten to death."

Wan Chen spoke nonsense with his eyes open, but his eyes were still full of sincerity.

(End of this chapter)