Chapter 84, Mother's Mind [, Please Collect]

Song Huaer cried like this for a long time, crying about her own misfortune, crying about her father's tragic death, crying about her own hardships, crying about her father's revenge...

At the age of 13, she had a happy family and lived a carefree life. But her family was destroyed overnight, her father died tragically, and her mother's whereabouts were unknown... She was lonely and helpless.

In order to live, avenge her father, find her mother, avoid enemies... She had to leave her hometown, wander everywhere, and live in no fixed place.

She told herself not to cry, she must learn to be patient! She warned herself not to be so weak, because a weak person has no hope of revenge! So more and more tears of sadness piled up in my heart.

She has actually been crying, but no one has ever seen her...

Her tears have been secretly piled up for two years, and finally at this moment, they completely destroyed the last dam in her heart and poured thousands of miles!

Ling Xiaolou hugged Song Huaer tightly, and his heart was full of pity. At this moment, although he is close to Song Huaer's skin, the touch of warm and soft jade comes from his arms, and he can even smell the orchid-like musk fragrance on Song Huaer's body, but he doesn't have any beautiful feeling in his heart.

After a long time, Ling Xiaolou felt that his shoulders were numb, and Song Huaer slowly calmed down and stopped tears.

Song Huaer pushed him away and looked at him. Ling Xiaolou couldn't help spoiling her, taking care of her and pitying her. Her expression was slightly shy, with a few drops of crystal tears on her jade cheeks, and her clear eyes were still filled with water mist and pitiful.

Song Huaer stepped back two steps and his face was burning like a glow. He just cried bitterly in Ling Xiaolou's arms. At this time, he woke up and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She slowly looked up at Lingxiao Tower and changed the topic, "Do you really want to practice the White Lotus Sutra?"

"Yes! I really want to practice the White Lotus Sutra!" Ling Xiaolou immediately nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "What I lack now is high-level skills. The grade of the White Lotus Sutra should be very high, and I naturally want to learn it."

"That's good! I...teach you!"

Unconsciously, it entered the middle of December.

Song Huaer really didn't go down and taught him the White Lotus Sutra, but only the first three. Even so, he was also satisfied.

With the guidance of Song Huaer, he practiced the White Lotus Sutra quickly. On the third day after his practice, his blood bred with sperm. According to his perception of this world's skills, he knows that blood skills are also energy transformation, transforming food energy and essence into essence.

Unlike Qihai Gong, Blood God Record takes Qihai as the core, and Blood Law takes blood as the core. He can't judge which is better or worse between the two for the time being, but the growth rate of the essence in his body has increased by 30%.

According to Song Huaer, as his physical fitness gets better and better, blood will breed sperm faster and faster.

When he came out of the small courtyard of the Ling clan, Ling Xiaolou breathed a long breath. The Ling clan finally had a winter vacation. He didn't have to face Mr. Li Lan's dead face every day, and he didn't have to bear the difficulties of Mr. Li Lan.

When she got home, Wan Niang jumped over, laughed and grabbed a large pile of books to help him move into the study. Little Lori will always look hot and happy.

"Wanniang, you are getting more and more beautiful." She patted Wan Niang's little head and found that the little girl had grown taller. Ling Xiaolou took a look at the little girl's chest. She didn't know whether she was wearing too thick or something. She couldn't see anything and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Brother Lou, what are you doing?" Wan Niang felt the hot eyes of Ling Xiaolou, and her heart pounded like a deer. Her delicate cheeks turned pink and whispered, "They... they are still small..."

Puff! Ling Xiaolou almost spit out an old nosebleed. Wan Niang's words were too seductive, right? What does it mean that she is still young? Is she still young or hers? There is too much ambiguity.

"Ro...my brother is so bad!" Wan Niang's pink face immediately turned into a red cloth. She glanced at him quickly and said angrily, "I'll tell Zheng Niang to go!" After saying that, he jumped and ran away.

"Is I... so bad..." Ling Xiaolou's heart was sweaty, and his old face turned red. After pondering for a long time, he felt that he seemed to be really... bad. Wanniang is still a minor girl, okay? It's still a little Lori. How can he do such a thing? It's simply...not as good as beasts.

When eating lunch, the little girl lowered her head and pulled the white rice in the bowl in a muffled voice, as if she wanted to turn out a flower.

Song Huaer looked at Wan Niang curiously and looked at Lingxiao Tower. The gossip magic power was running at the moment, making up for the ambiguity between the two.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?" Ling Xiaolou picked up a piece of chicken leg meat for Wan Niang, and then looked at his mother Zheng's seemed to be worried and said, "Is someone from the Ling family bullying you?"

"No!" Seeing Ling Xiaolou's face gloomy, Zheng put down his bowls and chopsticks, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, but I have no appetite." With a far-fed smile, "Eat more, and I'll go back to rest first." Turn around and walk out of the dining room.

"Zheng Niang won't get sick, will she?" Lu Lin's mouth was full of meat and muttered.

"Eat your meal!" Ling Xiaolou stuffed a big chicken leg into his mouth, turned his head and looked at Wan Niang and asked in a low voice, "Wan Niang, what's wrong with my mother? A few days ago, I found something wrong with her, but she is not as distracted as she is today?

"I... don't know." Wan Niang shook her head, raised her chopsticks and meditated for a long time. She looked up and said, "It seems that the maidservant of the eldest lady said something to Zheng Niang a few days ago, and then Zheng Niang became like this."

"She came to trouble again?" Ling Xiaolou's black-and-white eyes flashed a cold light and became sharp: "It seems that she remembers to eat or not!" After saying that, you have to get up and find trouble for the other party.

"Wait!" Song Huaer quickly grabbed Lingxiao Tower, stared at Feng's eyes and said angrily, "Don't worry first! If you haven't figured out the situation, you can go to others to trouble. Can this solve the problem? If you beat the maid and even killed her, your mother will be happy?"

"Uh..." Ling Xiaolou closed his eyes slightly, then opened his eyes and took a long breath to calm himself down.

He was shocked. Since his strength slowly recovered, there have been few such uncalm times. Years of walking the line of life and death made him understand that it is a very dangerous thing not to calm down. But soon he was relieved that this was not a bad thing. He cared too much about his mother for fear that his mother would be wronged at all.

"Brother Lou, that maid didn't bully Zheng Niang." Wan Niang was also scared by the sudden momentum of Ling Xiaolou, and her little face said palely, "She seems to mutter to Zheng Niang: 'Master is going home this Spring Festival to save relatives...'."