The Witch Nichang

I do n’t know what the real Masters and Sisters should be like in this world-with Master these years, no matter before or after settling, it was a real martial arts person who had never touched.

I just recalled the stories I had seen. The existence of the so-called sisters was either domineering or dignified, or else it was connected with the peers below, sympathetic.

That kind of existence, I want to imitate it if possible, but I do n’t have the opportunity.

Since the beginning of human language, the first word called by the child is mom, the second word is master, and the third word is you. After learning how to call her sister, it did n’t take long to understand the title The meaning, especially the key to understand the meaning of a head higher than her, since then abandoned it, and restored the usual name you come and go.

I have always been comprehending her unique pride. Even if she is targeted, she always feels indifferent, but just let her go.

However, under the gaze of those fierce eyes, when I heard the "take your life" with a gritted tooth, I admit that my heart shook for a moment.

Close your eyes and tell yourself that, like many times before, this is just a manifestation of her fierce fighting. Besides, in the thinking of practicing children, killing and life and death are really not as heavy as in ordinary people's eyes. That is because she was earlier than language The laws of nature you have learned are as simple and normal as eating and drinking.

Yes, intellectually, I understand myself.

But I was still cold when I jumped out of the teeth.

In the past few years of holding her back, although the Master has devoted much effort to her, my contribution may not be much less, especially on the trivial matters of clothing and food, and it takes even more energy than Master to change. Here comes the sentence, she may not feel anything, I listen to my heart, but it is inevitable that it is uncomfortable for a while.

So that night, after this sentence, I didn't say anything to her anymore, just glanced at her in silence and turned away.

When she left, she was even prepared to be attacked by her, but fortunately she did not.

I wonder if she saw anything from that look.

However, even though the emotions in her heart were indescribable, she finally kept silent in front of Master, and concealed this innocuous secret for her.

Anyway, Master is getting more and more busy these days and wo n’t notice it for a short time.

Only between the two of us, because of this incident, we gradually became alienated.

To say that the two of us is strictly speaking, but it's just that I treat her unilaterally-she always gave me a good word anyway. Seeing me did n’t divulge anything to Master this time, so everything is the same, and occasionally look at me With two eyes, I didn't know what it meant, and then she went back and looked after herself.

She was really busy at a young age. She was busy practicing martial arts and busy reading characters. These were arranged by the master. She had to be checked every three weeks, and she had never been negligent. She was also busy hunting. There are some ... as if I knew it, I would be fine without saying it. She seemed not to learn a lesson, and often still only brought home a little prey-needless to say, the rest was fed to those distant relatives. Already.

Without that conversation, I might remind her that it would be inappropriate to do so, but now she does n’t speak, but she is still in charge of cooking. She estimates that the clever woman is hard to cook without rice, but she has begun to use it unintentionally. This words made me difficult.

In desperation, I had to figure it out by myself. Fortunately, the trap techniques that I had saved for Orion ’s family in the beginning were still not forgotten. Now I have set it up again, and I can gain some success one after another. Something is wrong.

Why am I mad at the child, but at the same time consciously and voluntarily cover her up?

I always sigh in my heart when I think this way-born toil.

In this way, I was born for a short time. Except for myself, I had nothing to do with the rest.

On this day, the weather was fine. I took a wooden barrel to the nearest stream to do laundry. I saw a familiar little figure rushing towards the cave, and disappeared in a flash.

Gong Gong is getting more and more exquisite ... the thoughts drifted away aimlessly, and she lowered her head and scrubbed hard, and she happened to be her shirt.

Angry and angry, but unless it ’s serious, I ’m a difficult person to persist for a long time. I ’m angry at everything these days, and she feels distant from alienation. Once she did n’t care, she was an adult inside. It is ridiculous to think about it with such a child.

Besides, it was later recalled that her fierce reaction at that time was because she remembered the master's wolf killing? If so, then she should understand her words.

Think of it this way, is it still reconciled? Although she didn't care, it was different to her.

After washing the last clothes in my hand, I wrung out the water piece by piece and put it back in the bucket. I shook my hands and stood up, ready to go back to Huanglong Cave to talk with the child. When I looked up, I saw that figure was moving from the direction of the cave. Come over.

"Lianer--" I called from afar, this name has never been called for a few days, and I really miss it.

She listened to the sound, and speeded up more and more. It didn't look too far before, but waited closer, but found that she didn't seem to be right.

Seeing it a little closer, how can it be a resentful anxiety?

Where did she provoke her? I have n’t waited for myself to understand that she has arrived in front of me, because of the relationship of running too fast, her face is flushed and her hair is messed up. I wanted to reach out and take care of her subconsciously. hand.

"What's wrong?" Had to ask.

She stared straight at me and didn't answer. I didn't know if it was because she was tired or otherwise. She was panting, her chest was violently swollen, her eyes were red, she just smashed something in her hand to the ground, dumb. "Is yours?"

I looked at her, squatted down, and found an object made of wood and tendons, and I took a closer look, but it was the component I used to make a 4-letter trap, but now it has been damaged and I do n’t know Why stained with blood stains.

My heart was tight, and I hurriedly looked up: "I did it, hurt you? Where is it hurt?" Then I thought of looking up, but suddenly realized that she heard me answer this, and her eyes were reddish when pinching, pinching The fist uttered a little beast-like sigh from his throat, and he rushed over.

I was in a squatting position, and I was too late to dodge. She was struck by her, and the momentum was too great. The two of them hugged together and fell into the stream in an instant.

The moment I was thrown, my heart was agitated, and my instinct was worse.

I don't know why she was in trouble suddenly, but I knew that if she really embarrassed me at this moment, I would be in trouble.

The two rolled in the water a few times, she had the advantage, and leapt to press me into the stream, followed by a punch and kick, and the water splashed for a while, and I ate several times in my hand, but It didn't hurt much.

For a moment, she stopped struggling, and only looked at her at the moment. Although she was red-faced and red-faced, she was furious, but she did not apply internal force during the fists and swipes. Not only that, not even a mantra It is not so much an offense as a child's breath.

I was worried and didn't talk to her more. It didn't hurt so much anyway. I simply hit her and took advantage of it to touch her up and down without any injuries.

I was worried about her this time, but she seemed to be not fighting enough to quench my thirst. She woke up for a while and thought about pulling my arm to her mouth again. I was shocked and thought you wanted to bite again No way? Hurry up and stretch your other hand to pinch her cheek.

Her cheek was pinched, and she muttered that her mouth was not good enough to bite again. She thought that it was too much trouble before, and she was not struggling. She just gasped and looked at me, her eyes still indignant.

Maintaining this posture, I shook my head, shook off the wet hair on my forehead, and opened my mouth.

"I made the trap, because you always share the harvest, I have no choice but to do it, understand?"

Silent.

"That trap hurt you?"

No sound.

"Hurt your group ... man?"

Finally, after earning money, his eyes grew more and more angry.

Okay, hit it.

"My traps are deadly. You can settle accounts if they are injured. What I am going to heal is what I do!" Immerging in the cold water, I am not angry.

I saw her muttering, her eyes full of distrust.

"You know how?"

I really want to bite her.

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This chapter is written in a hurry, and there may be small changes in the future, but it does not affect the overall content ...

In this period, the practice of practicing children is different from that of adults. Some places will naturally change a lot, but some places will not change throughout life. I wonder if I have the ability to accurately convey this ...

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