Great Prophet

Seeing the master of Wu Can's mouth appearing, those who came to provoke him burst into laughter.

"A master? Are you kidding me?"

A person walked up to the Seed of Newborn, and patted the opponent's head mockingly.

"Little brother, don't lose face at such a young age, your parents don't know if it's something in your head or—"

A group of people around started to laugh again.

Wu Mi: You are finished.

Unexpectedly, within two seconds of the man's hand pressing on the newborn seed's head, he took a step back.The man grabbed his arm with a look of disbelief.

"It's so powerful..."

Wu Mi slapped his palm vigorously, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Let's talk about it first, one-on-one, if you go together regardless of the regulations, don't blame me for reporting to the government."

Of course, the rest of the people in the ashram couldn't stop there, so the person whose arms were opened just now stepped forward, shouted "I'm coming!", and pulled out his wooden knife from his waist.

Wu Mi patted Yuan on the shoulder, "Be gentle, don't maim people. I don't have extra money to pay for medical expenses."

Two strangers gathered around outside, a middle-aged man and a short-haired teenager.

They are all from the Soryu Dojo next door.

Keizo and Komaji, who originally came with the simple purpose of saying hello to the new dojo, watched a scene where a seven-year-old beat up several grown men.

Keizo poked Komaji, "It seems to be stronger than you."

When Master Keizo met Komaji for the first time, the teenager knocked down several adults with weapons with his bare hands.

Those who came to provoke were all knocked down.

At the beginning, one of them lost and the other went up again, but then they got so annoyed that they didn't care if the opposite was a seven-year-old kid (on the outside), and went straight up together.

One played and the other was beaten.

They were all beaten together.

Wu Mi felt elated.

Let this group of people challenge him!Really overwhelmed!

It's getting cold, the dojo next door should be bankrupt.

"Damn it! This kid is a monster!"

"Go, go, go, go!"

The men shouted and exited the scene very much like a cannon fodder villain.

"Yo, welcome to come again next time."

Wu Mi waved his limp arms, his whole body fluttering abnormally.

how to say?This feeling is like "my family has a baby who is growing up".

——But this cub is really nearly five hundred years old.

Yuanyi lived to be in his 400s before, and spent another 500 years after becoming a ghost, so he is indeed more than [-] years old.

But he is more than 1000 years old... Thinking about it, time is not forgiving, thanks to the fact that he is still the handsome man before.

Wu Mi planned to call it a day today, but he never expected that there were still two people who hadn't left the scene.

"Why, do you want to challenge too?"

Qingzang's crossed hands finally let go.

"We are from the dojo next door. I heard that a new dojo has opened, so I came to say hello to you."

"Koma, say hello."

Komaji suppressed his face, "Mr. Field Owner."

Wu Mi's expression changed slightly.

"That's it...thank you so much. We are going to be closed today, and we will definitely visit you next time. Dare to ask the venue's name—?"

"Suliu Dojo," Qingzang pointed to the side, "it's right there, the one with the largest area."

Wu Mi: ...Damn it, is this the rich man?He also spent a lot of money to buy this dojo, so how much does it cost for such a big Suliu?

But this man doesn't look very rich.

What Wu Mi didn't know was that the Suliu Taoist Temple was not owned by Qing Zang's family.Instead, Qingzang rescued an old man in the mountains, and the old man transferred the ownership of his family's ashram to Qingzang.

It was truly an enviable experience.

At least a certain lemon essence called Wu Mi will be sour.

Keizang and Komaji left, and the calm posture that Wu Mi had been maintaining just now was instantly broken.

"Yuanyi, as expected of you! You found Yiwozuo so quickly!"

"Got to figure out a way to get him."

It's a pity for such a loyal and easy-going subordinate to let Kimai Tsuji have no misfortune.Anyway, he won't let it go!And compared to that big crumb boss, it is obvious that living with him will have hope.

Wu Cang smiled, and said to the newborn seed: "The boss will treat you to a good meal now."

However, Wu Mi's smile hadn't lasted for two seconds before the Seed of Newborn fell to the ground.He hugged himself, twitching all over.

"Yuanyi?"

Yuanyi closed his eyes.He scratched his arm, sharp nails tearing the skin, but the damage was quickly regenerated.

Someone crouched over him, black seaweed curls falling on his cheeks.

"Yuanyi?"

"Yuan...why?"

He had a splitting headache, and all kinds of voices filled his head.His brain was about to explode, and all his thoughts were about to crumble to pieces.

"Yuanyi, calm down..."

"clam down……"

The other party still looked like he was about to die.

It should be like this... Do you want him to sing a lullaby to the other party to lull him to sleep?

When did his miserable boss expand this kind of business?

However, the other party shrank himself tighter and tighter, and the whole person was about to be distorted.Wu Mi thought that if he didn't do something else, his golden rule (specifically referring to those with strong attractiveness) would be abolished, so Wu Mi simply knelt on the ground and hugged the newborn seed.

"Little boy... go to sleep..."

"The stars are falling..."

"The moon has set..."

After coaxing for a while, Wu Mi finally put the other party to sleep.

This is too tiring.

Why does he want to be a nanny?

I thought about it for a while.

Sure enough, it must be because the other party is "Jiguo Yuanyi".

In this low-magic world, Ji Guoyuan is the ceiling of combat effectiveness.

Well, definitely for this reason!

The stars are falling...

The moon has set...

little boy... go to sleep...

This newborn seed without consciousness is curled up in his heart world, and there is only darkness in his heart world, and in the darkness there is only a locked light.

Can't see, can't see, don't know.

His life, from then to now, seems to have little meaning.

In his life, he has not yet found what he wants.

But... a lullaby, so warm.

Such emotions burst out of his heart rarely.

It seems that at some point, a long time ago, a gentle woman in a yellow singlet patted him on the shoulder and sang him to sleep with a lullaby.

"The moonlight falls silently on the forest—"

"A thousand stars hang down from the sky—"

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight—"

"Reminds me of your face—"

……

"Little boy, go to sleep—"

"The stars are falling—"

"The moon has set—"

"Quickly, let's go to sleep."

This newborn seed finally escaped from the world of heart. The first second he opened his eyes, he saw the man with black curly hair.The other party was lying in front of the desk, writing hard.

The side face and silhouette of the other party are hazy under the light of the candle.The opponent's hand was pale and slender, and the opponent's face had a strange rosiness.

The newborn seed propped itself up and walked over slowly bit by bit.

He could hear footsteps.

"Yo, wake up."

I saw the newborn seed standing and looking at Wu Mi, with a serious expression on his face.

he yelled...

"mom!"

No misery: "..."

Wu Mi: "???"

"Is your brain broken?!"

Wu Mi raised the opponent's head and looked carefully, but found nothing wrong.

The newborn seed said again, "Mom!"

"Hey, this is—" Speaking of which, this was the first time he had spoken in the past 400 years.

But... "Why do you call me mom, you little bastard! Call me daddy!"

Wu Mi is honest, he is not only greedy for the other party's body, not cheap, but also wants to be the other party's father.

The Newborn Seed shook his head, then fell silent again.

Wu Mi: Damn...won't this kid be made autistic?

Although the other party's physical age is five hundred years old, his mental age may only be a few years old.

Did he hurt a childlike heart?

No misfortune, smash it, smash it with your mouth.

"Forget it, you can call it however you like. Remember, don't call it where there are people."

Wu Mi picked up the drawing on the side and unfolded it for Yuan to have a look.

"Did you see it? These things will soon belong to our family!"

The author has something to say: ※I was not very happy to write about the next door, but then I was told that itchy rats could not write.Is my information so backward... I was fine when I joined V in November last year.I'm all ticklish in that article (you can't write game settings and original plots when you enter v), and I can't write it if I remove it.I was very angry and couldn't change it!Just running over and writing this.Because I made an appointment to whip my legs with my cp, so I am writing this again.I'm still [-] short and there are still four days left, so I'm so pissed off! ! !

※I'm so angry, give me an author's collection...I want it so much.Created a Wu Mi pit, no name yet, next door, called "Writing a Book for Wu Mi"