Demon King Dad

Xing Li straightened her hair and did not wake up to her "fraud" behavior. Seeing the idiot drinking water like this, she thought for a while and felt that she was a little unwell, so she leaned over, leaned her back on the idiot’s shoulder, raised her head back, and smiled slightly: "Okay. Well, Mr. Xiaobai. Actually, I only earn an intermediary fee. Do you remember that you agreed to buy her props before?"

"This prop is actually designed for the bun. Although I don't know when the bun can speak, but in the future, as long as you learn to write, rely on this thing to communicate with you. At that time she didn't make it, so you I didn’t buy it. Not long ago, after she made it, she originally wanted to sell it to you directly, but she was worried that she would be fooled by you when she ran over, so she asked me to change hands. For the "talking" of the bread , You wouldn't even be reluctant to even have such a small amount of money?"

"And you see, there is a handle under this board. You can retract it into the board when you don’t need it, and pull it out when needed to lift the bun. There is a shoulder strap for the bun to carry. This board is carried around and moved around. It can be said that it is very hard to consider the situation of the bread in the design~~~"

Xing Li's body exudes a slight fragrance, her blonde hair is scattered on the idiot's chest, and these soft hair touches the idiot's arm and his palm, and slid gently on it. As she grows older, her appearance becomes more and more beautiful than can be seen directly. Seeing Xingli's decent smile but slightly evil smile on her face, Mi Li hiding behind the vine gate couldn't help being even more embarrassed, and she didn't even have the heart to struggle a little bit.

The idiot glanced at Xingli, and finally stopped pouring water into his stomach. Xing Li showed a sweet smile and turned and left. After that, she squeezed the hand of the bun and asked her to gently write the first word of the bun on the board——

bread.

Xing Li's teaching method is indeed very effective, is it because her sister is a teacher? It didn't take long for her to let Little Bread understand that the combination of these letters was her name, which made her very happy, holding the board and jumping around beside the idiot. He wiped it off again, wrote several "breads" repeatedly, and kept dangling in front of the idiot.

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The idiot looked at the awkward handwriting of the little **** the board and was silent for a long time. But in the end, he finally reached out and stroked Bun's hair lightly. This touch also represented a reward for her. The little girl was happier, filled the front and back with bread, and then turned around and ran around the room.

Xing Li looked at the idiot, then at the happy bread. For a time, a somewhat mischievous thought appeared in her mind. She called Bun, and said softly, "Bread, how did you call him (pointing to an idiot)?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while. She blushed suddenly and wanted to say something, but for a long time, except for the "silly beep", she didn't call out any phrases.

At this moment, the little bread who was still happily suddenly became a little depressed. She lowered her head and tried repeatedly to speak, but the disability of her throat ruthlessly made her attempts fail again and again. At this moment, she was in a hurry, and it was in this kind of anxiety that something that made the idiot extremely unexpected happened—

she cried.

The idiot's movements stopped instantly. He looked at the girl and thought, but the answer to the thought made him difficult to understand...

She... why is she crying?

What does she want to call me?

Wouldn't it make her cry uncomfortably if she couldn't call this name?

What the **** is she...what does she want to call me?

Bun rubbed his eyes and kept crying. The idiot didn't think about it, but immediately squatted down and hugged her tightly. The little girl is still crying, sad...

At this moment, Xing Li held the little girl's right hand holding the pen. She smiled slightly and squeezed her hand and wrote a title on the board. After the idiot and Bun were slightly separated, she smiled and said something in Bun's ear. When Bun was heard, the tears on her face were once again dispersed by the smile. She raised the board and brought it to the idiot...

The words above are crooked.

But that title, I'm afraid I will never forget it in this life.

Behind the tree vine, Mi Li also saw the word and was surprised by her mouth.

The little girl with green hair poked a head out of the ceiling, and after showing a question mark to the handwriting on the board, she withdrew.

----father----

In the laughter of the little girl, this word entered the mind of an idiot...

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Time flies, in a blink of an eye, it's February.

Divine Grace is about to start school, and many aristocratic students from other places have already entered the campus.

The traditional task completion list was once again hung on the bulletin board on campus, which not only attracted the original students, but also attracted many new students. They asked each other what it meant. Many people are also discussing with each other as to who is stronger and who has completed the most tasks so far last year.

Some freshmen may not know, but for old students, this list may be the most surprising one. Because Dylaw Goodsay, who has always occupied the top of the list in the past, is not even in the top 100 this time. And the tasks completed were pitiful. Except for some completed in the spring of last year, there was no movement for the next half year, which directly caused his ranking to plummet.

Everyone speculated that this young master did not continue to complete the task for what reason. Some said it was because of injuries, and some said it was impossible to complete because of weakening of strength. There are different opinions, and it is difficult to distinguish true from false. However, some people who had had a good relationship with Dai Lao, such as Felt, Innstown and others avoided discussing Dai Lao's problems, which further deepened the mystery of this genius.

After the idiot got confused about the list, he took the bun and left. In the whole year last year, he only completed one D-class **** mission for Walnut. Walnut took over the A-grade beach mission. He was just a striker, and had nothing to do with him. Such results can't even make the bench list. Of course, no one pays attention to what tasks a handyman accomplishes.

After posting the list, the idiot took the bun to the next work place and helped some tea restaurants on campus carry goods. Although these jobs do not have a task level, they can also earn a few Inel, and more importantly, they are absolutely safe.

"Human kid, you are sick. With more than 80,000 Suras on your body, you are doing these jobs with only a few Inel?"

At the back door of a tea restaurant, the idiot faces three trailers alone, moving boxes one by one. Xiao Bao sat next to him and kept reviewing the words Xing Li had taught her this month. Unwilling to Dim Mie, he booed up in a timely manner and began to talk.

"Okay, okay~~~! Although I know what you mean. You want to say that if you spend money without working, some people will wonder where your money comes from, so that others will be worried, right? As long as you have a job and a legitimate income, you can hide your current wealth as much as possible. Cut, I know your thinking mode is correct, but I just look upset!"

The idiot carried three boxes of apples in his left hand and two boxes of coffee beans in his right hand. He went sideways into the back door warehouse of the tea restaurant and put things inside. Then he threw out the dark, cut the hemp rope that was tied to them, turned and left.

"Look, I am dissatisfied with this! Who am I? I am a magic sword! You use the magic sword as a pencil sharpener?! What I should cut is human muscles and bones, and what I lick should be hot and full The blood of vitality! Not the rope and cardboard boxes made of withered grass! Hey, did you listen to me? Hey!"

If it complains, let it complain. Anyway, this sword is complaining all year long, except for bad ideas. Idiots are used to it.

Within half an hour, all the goods were moved. At this moment, the tow truck worker who was looking for a helper also hurried back anxiously. They originally thought that all the goods were intact, but when they saw the clean trucks and the full warehouse, they all opened their mouths and could not speak.

The idiot stretched out his hand and asked for payment.

"These... did you move them alone?"

Did not speak, still asking for payment.

The tow truck worker took out two Suras and handed them to the idiot, but when they wanted to ask, the black-haired boy had already left with the little girl, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the intricate road.

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After finishing the work, the idiot began to wander around the various martial arts venues in the school. Although he temporarily acquiesced in the importance of XiaoBan learning knowledge, it does not mean that she does not need to protect herself.

But unfortunately, after a month of hard work, the idiot finally found that his Six Swords might not really suit this girl. Is it because you are not interested, or the cultivation process is too boring? The little girl squatted down on the spot as soon as she saw the branch that the idiot had handed over, pretending that her stomach hurts. If the idiot pushes it any more, she will lie down and roll on the ground, posing a posture that she just doesn't practice, you can fight if you want.

In fact, this can't blame the small bread. Because although her living conditions were not good since she was a child, she always has an idiot to rely on in terms of safety. Unlike an idiot, she does not have too much sense of crisis in daily life. Because the sense of crisis is not strong, she needs to perform hundreds of times, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, and even spanning several years. I really don't like the martial arts that have been trained into a few of them.