In Douluo, I became General Thunderbolt

As the award ceremony ended, the sect masters and guest ministers of each major sect led their disciples and followed different cardinals and left one after another.

"Little Nine."

Mo Xiaojiu thought who was calling her, turned around and saw that it was Tang Hao, and she frowned instantly.

"Did you call me Xiaojiu?"

"Call ma'am!"

Although Tang Hao felt very unhappy, he couldn't find any reason to refute.

Who made him lose to Mo Xiaojiu, and this was the bet?

"sister..."

Tang Xiao on the side laughed, laughing very happily. Even if Tang Hao's eyes gradually turned cold, he did not stop his smile.

Tang Xiao clenched his fist and gently landed on Tang Hao's head, then turned his fist into a palm and rubbed it.

"Xiaojiu's strength will only get stronger and stronger. If you slack off in this year, you will be distanced."

Tang Xiao could feel the anxiety in Tang Hao's heart. After all, the Haotian Sect was famous, and Tang Hao was known as the most talented boy in the Haotian Sect in a century.

It was supposed to be a grand ceremony for him to stand out, but Mo Xiaojiu came out of the blue and stood in front of him. Whether it was clan honor or competitive personal honor, Tang Hao wanted it all, so Mo Xiaojiu would definitely be the unlucky one. It was not easy to break open the mountain in front of him with the Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang Xiao understands what Tang Hao is carrying, but he is not worried at all because he knows that Tang Hao will not be afraid of any difficulties and dares to challenge.

When he first entered the Star Dou Forest and met the 300-year-old Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear, Tang Hao made up his mind that he must make the Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear his martial spirit, and their journey from chasing to killing them was even more troublesome. It took a full six days.

Now Mo Xiaojiu is Tang Hao's new target, so he will definitely chase him regardless.

“At any time, don’t just focus on what’s in front of you, as that will narrow your field of vision and prevent you from noticing other things.”

As soon as Tang Xiao finished speaking, Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang came over. They surrounded Mo Xiaojiu. In addition, their expressions were a bit unusual. If seen from a distance, they looked like naughty little boys. Just like wanting to bully Mo Xiaojiu, a little girl who has no power to restrain a chicken.

Although Yang Wudi's face was expressionless, his eyes were particularly fierce. Only then did Mo Xiaojiu notice that there were very few whites in his eyes, so even ordinary eyes would look more scary than others.

"I won't lose to you again." After Yang Wudi finished speaking, he took a step back without waiting for Mo Xiaojiu to respond.

Yang Wushuang glanced at Yang Wudi. He scratched his head and looked a little embarrassed. In addition, he looked soft and weak. For some reason, Mo Xiaojiu wanted to bully Yang Wushuang whenever he saw him.

"That's what my brother is like."

Mo Xiaojiu's black eyes rolled. She leaned into Yang Wushuang's ear and whispered, "What about you?"

At such a close distance, Yang Wushuang was startled, and his voice trembled a little.

"I...I will try to keep up with you..."

"Is that so..."

The greater Yang Wushuang's reaction, the more Mo Xiaojiu wanted to bully her. She came closer again and asked curiously with her big eyes flashing: "Don't you want to beat me?"

Yang Wushuang's face turned red when Mo Xiaojiu asked, and his forehead was sweating. Yang Wudi directly pulled Yang Wushuang behind him. Standing behind Yang Wudi, Yang Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his rough little hands. .

After calming down, Yang Wushuang said quietly: "I hope you can compete with me in the future."

Mo Xiaojiu raised his hand and patted Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang on the shoulders and said, "Then you have to work hard~"

"I'm not going to stop and wait for you."

Mo Wengui, who was off the court, could only stare as his daughter was surrounded by three brats in turn.Mo Wengui asked himself that he was not a stingy person, but looking at Mo Xiaojiu's thin back, his father's strong desire to protect his daughter arose in his heart.

Thinking of not being able to see his precious daughter in the next year, Mo Wengui wished he could stay in Wuhun Hall.Of course, he was just thinking in his heart that as the head of the Mo family, he must be responsible.

Not only for the entire Mo family, but also for Mo Xiaojiu.

When a family cannot even protect its own children, what is the meaning of the existence of such a family?

Mo Wengui once deeply realized that when the family behind you is not strong enough, then the right you insist on is just a mistake that adds trouble to the family.

So he won't let the same thing happen to Mo Xiaojiu.

In Douluo Continent, the strong are respected.As long as your fist is strong, even if you are wrong, you can still hit it right.If not, it only means that your fist is not strong enough.

Mo Wengui firmly believes that only a strong family can protect the safety of his children. Even if Mo Xiaojiu offends someone she cannot afford to offend in the future, the Mo family can protect her from the wind and rain.Even if they can't, the Mo family will stand in front of Mo Xiaojiu and fight for her to have a breath of stability.

Seeing Mo Xiaojiu chatting happily with his peers, Mo Wengui was a little relieved, but also a little reluctant.He never thought separation would come so early.

At this moment, Mo Wengui's mood was a bit indescribable. He was a father for the first time. In addition, Mo Wengui lost his mother when he was only nine years old and had never felt maternal love.So most of the time, Mo Wengui has to take on the role of mother and take care of Mo Xiaojiu's daily life.

The first days can only be described as helpless.Fortunately, there is always a way out, and the Mo family stabilized during that period, and he also used his free time to learn how to take care of his daughter.Because of this, that period of time could become Mo Wengui's comfort after losing his spouse, and it could become Mo Wengui's beautiful memory. It was Mo Xiaojiu who cured Mo Wengui.

No matter how open-minded and cheerful a person is, it is difficult to smile when faced with losing a loved one due to his own incompetence. If it were not for Mo Xiaojiu, Mo Wengui would have gone with Zi Yanqing.

Ah Zi, Xiao Jiu has grown up and she is very good. Have you seen it?

Mo Wengui looked at Mo Xiaojiu quietly, a layer of mist gradually formed in his black eyes, but Mo Xiaojiu's figure was still clear.

Yang Di stood next to Mo Wengui, and he didn't mean to disturb him.He was busy with family affairs on weekdays, and it was a rare encounter. Yang Di wanted to catch up with Mo Wengui and catch up on the past. By the way, he wanted to hear Mo Wengui's opinion on some matters.

Mo Wengui took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Senior, let's go."

Yang Di glanced back at Mo Xiaojiu and said, "As expected of you and Yanqing's daughter."

Raising his hand and patting Mo Wengui's shoulder, Yang Di hunched over and walked down the steps.

Before Mo Wengui stepped onto the stairs, a slightly annoyed voice came from behind.

"Dad, where are you going!"

Hearing Mo Xiaojiu's cry, Mo Wengui's body shook.Before he could turn around, a huge force came from his back, and Mo Wengui's figure swayed on the steps.

Just as he stabilized, the voice in his ears had become extremely harsh.

"Dad, why don't you say goodbye to me!" Mo Xiaojiu grabbed Mo Wengui's beard and asked.

Yang Di looked at this scene and laughed.

"Wen Gui, I'll wait for you at the inn in the city."

"Don't worry."

Mo Wengui hugged Mo Xiaojiu, patted her back with his big hands and said, "Xiaojiu, why don't you come down and say goodbye to Grandpa Yang."

Mo Xiaojiu smiled at Yang Di and shook his little hand quickly.

"Grandpa, go slowly."

"Hahaha, okay..." Mo Xiaojiu acted very cute, and Yang Di also raised his hand and shook it.

Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang looked at each other with shock on their faces.

Grandpa, who usually shows no emotion or anger, would actually do such a thing?

Not to mention that Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang didn't know, even Yang Di was a little confused. He looked at his right hand in disbelief. After confirming that the hand did not move by itself, he slowly put it behind his back.

Holding Mo Xiaojiu in his arms, Mo Wengui's mood instantly improved, and the smile on his face became very bright.

"Dad, you haven't answered my question just yet!"

Only then did Mo Wengui realize that Mo Xiaojiu was only a six-year-old girl, and it was not suitable to leave without saying goodbye like this. Even if Mo Xiaojiu was older, it probably wouldn't be suitable either.

"Dad, you don't want to just leave me in the Spirit Hall, do you?"

"Uh..."

Mo Wen Gui Yi Shi really doesn’t know how to answer this question.

Is there any experienced father who can help Mo Wengui answer this question?

please!

"Humph!" Mo Xiaojiu crossed his arms and said, "I knew it."

"Xiaojiu, listen to my explanation."

Mo Xiaojiu covered her ears and shook her head, her long hair swaying.

Don't listen, don't listen, bastard chanting!

Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang in the distance were silent, while Tang Hao had already let out a cold snort.

It's rare for the three of them to have the same idea. Why can't I beat her?

Julie covered her lips and chuckled, twisting her butt, lightly bumping Dai Tian's thigh, and said, "Isn't this what you looked like when you first came to my house?"

"I remember you were crying..."

Dai Tian was used to being exposed by Julie. He looked into Julie's eyes and said, "That was ten years ago. How come you still remember it?"

Julie hugged Dai Tian's arm and shook it, and said with a smile: "No matter how long ago it was, as long as it is related to you, I remember it, and I remember it very clearly."

Tang Xiao looked at the two intimate people with a subtle look in his eyes.

Although he has long heard from the elders of the sect that the Zhu family and the White Tiger Sect have been married since ancient times, this should be the first time in history that the two have such a close relationship...

Looking at Mo Wengui's anxious and helpless expression, Mo Xiaojiu placed her little hand on his beard and rubbed it.

Seeing this, Mo Wengui felt happy.

It was just a beard, and even if he could buy his daughter's happiness, it was worth taking care of it carefully every day, but the pain he imagined never came, but it was a little itchy.

Looking down, it turned out that Mo Xiaojiu was combing his hair very carefully with her little hands.

While combing, Mo Xiaojiu pouted and said, "Dad, don't do this again next time."

"If I don't call you, do we really have to see you again in a year?"

Mo Wengui seriously reflected on his behavior. It was indeed that he had not considered it carefully. Girls are inherently delicate. No matter how talented they are, they have grown up with him for the past six years. How can they be so calm? If you accept his departure, let alone leave without saying goodbye, you will inevitably think too much.

The separation was a bit unbearable for Mo Wengui, who was already calm. Mo Xiaojiu, who was only six years old, was naturally even more unbearable.

"It's dad's fault. It won't happen next time."

Mo Xiaojiu hugged Mo Wengui's neck and rubbed her pretty face against his dry and rough face.

"It's not that Dad is bad. I know Dad just wants me to concentrate on my cultivation and not worry about my family."

"In the next year, I will practice hard, so dad will also take care of the Mo family."

Listening to Mo Xiaojiu's words, Mo Wengui was a little moved.He put down Mo Xiaojiu, then stood on the steps, squatted down slightly, and looked at Mo Xiaojiu's level.

"Dad promises you."

The light flickered, and Mo Xiaojiu took out several bottles of elixirs and medicinal herbs from the storage ring.Although Mo Xiaojiu didn't understand, she could feel that this was the best among them.

"Dad, this is the best thing I have right now."

Looking at Mo Xiaojiu's young face filled with an innocent smile, Mo Wengui suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Yes, that is contentment.

Human desires are endless, and so is Mo Wengui.

When he was young, Mo Wengui was resilient and aggressive, and wanted the best in everything. In Mo Wengui's view at that time, only by being dissatisfied with the status quo could he continue to make progress, constantly improve, and reach the top of Douluo Continent.

The last time I felt satisfied was when I met Zi Yanqing and then got married.It can be said that the appearance of Zi Yanqing changed Mo Wengui's lifelong pursuit.It was that happy and wonderful time that made Mo Wengui feel satisfied, so he did not practice as hard as before.

At that time, Mo Wengui felt that as long as he could be with Zi Yanqing, it would be fine.

Having a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?

Now, Mo Wengui felt satisfied again, but he would no longer be satisfied with the status quo.

"Xiaojiu, dad is waiting for you to come back at home."

Mo Wengui walked down the stairs, the expression on his face returned to its usual state, but with each step he went down, Mo Wengui's mood became more indifferent, until he regarded this separation as a better reunion.

Watching Mo Wengui's figure go away, Mo Xiaojiu's mood became a little subtle.

Although Mo Wengui's back was not lonely, Mo Xiaojiu was still unforgettable.

Don't ask about the return date, what kind of open-mindedness and cheerfulness it is, Mo Xiaojiu experienced it firsthand at this moment.

So this is what it feels like to be apart...

Mo Xiaojiu laughed. It was the first time he felt separation between two people. Mo Xiaojiu's mood was a little hard to describe, but it was not bad.

The short separation is for a better reunion in the future.

"Xiao Haozi, let's go to the spirit fighting arena with me!"

Mo Xiaojiu moved his hands and feet, as if he was a different person, and his temperament had also undergone earth-shaking changes. There was no trace of the petite and frail person who acted coquettishly in Mo Wengui's arms.

Tang Hao walked towards the spirit fighting arena without looking back.

Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang looked at each other and followed.

"Dai Tian, ​​let's join in the fun~" Julie dragged Dai Tian towards the spirit fighting arena.

Tang Xiao glanced at the Pope's Palace and then followed.

Battlefield.

Mo Xiaojiu stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes not squinting, his long hair moving in a calm manner.

"Xiao Haozi, after seven days, I have become stronger again."

"Don't let me fuck you to pieces again."

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