Chapter 165 Dad, you are really despicable ( monthly ticket 15+ extra updates)
"Xiaoyu! Do you know how dangerous this time is? Don't do this again!"
"I know, Uncle Long, I won't dare anymore..."
Feeling the needle-like gaze on his back, looking at the groveling Xiaoyu in front of him, and wanting to open his mouth to say something, Wu He couldn't help but turned his head and looked at Uncle Long behind him and in front of Xiaoyu. The standing dad said with some inexplicable guilt:
"Ah, what, why is this old man looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?"
Dad obviously didn't have a good look at the roasted suckling pig in front of him that let his cabbage dive into the fire pit. He held his head high and snorted coldly through his nose before speaking:
"You are not an ordinary person, right?"
Hearing this, Wu He couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
Thinking of what the Holy Master muttered when he met the Holy Master before, "Oh? Another magician. Are there so many magicians in this era?" Wu He couldn't help but feel a little drummed in his heart.
"Forget it, Holy Master. At that time, I was on full alert, and basically all my power was on display."
"But what is the situation now? It seems that I haven't shown my power yet..."
Of course, although he was beating the drum in his heart, Wu Hyuk didn't express much on his expression.
Now that he has been seen through, Wu He naturally has no plans to hide it. The bright black aura of the flame just now can basically be seen by any practitioner, let alone the father who knows the foundation of the Holy Lord.
Wu He's ability to survive the fierce fire just now represents something in itself, and concealing it here would seem to be trying to hide it.
Instead of doing this, it is better to be honest with each other, maybe we can gain a little more trust...
So Wu Hyuk nodded directly to his father and said:
"It's just a casual practice. After a few months of practice, I have learned something, but I am completely vulnerable to a real strong person. If I hadn't had some tricks, I would have been directly killed by the flying dragon just now. "
Wu He really didn't lie at all in his words. He had indeed practiced for several months and was defeated in one blow in front of the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord was indeed an evil dragon.
Wu He did not say whether he knew the Holy Lord, but his words were biased in the direction that he did not know the Holy Lord.
Although the existence of the Holy Lord is not a secret, it is recorded in some ancient books, but even my father didn't know about this before actually meeting him, so he still found out the information about the Holy Lord by flipping through the books.
If Wu He tells the name of the Holy Lord in one breath, he will probably continue to be questioned, and he will continue to make up the origin of this information. It is better to lead others to think that he knows nothing from the beginning, which will save the follow-up. Tell a lie and tell more lies.
But dad is a mature man, so it’s not so easy to fool him.
Although my father was so dim that he had to wear reading glasses, he still couldn't see Wu He's soaring energy and He is only a few years old. Looking at his physical fitness, I am afraid that even if he is allowed to fight with one hand, he may not be able to beat him. Who would believe it if he just practices casually...
But what dad cares about now is not these things. The current situation is that the Holy Lord is about to return to his palace to summon his evil dragon troops.
If the Holy Lord really summoned his group of evil dragons, the whole world would be turned upside down.
After all, only magic can defeat magic. Mortal technologies may seem powerful, but the damage they can do to magical creatures is really limited.
The current form can cast magic, and the more people who can pose a threat to the Holy Lord, the better.
Therefore, although the roasted suckling pig in front of him was very unpleasant to look at, the father still hugged his shoulders and said:
"Just practicing? I don't think so."
"But these are not the point. The evil dragon you mentioned before should be the Holy Lord."
"The Holy Lord is the legendary demon who ruled the Eastern Continent hundreds of years ago."
"He was sealed by the subjects of this land in the past. Now he has broken the seal and wants to lead his army back for revenge."
"We are going to stop him now. Do you want to go with us?"
After hearing what his father said, Wu He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He really didn't expect his father to say these words to him.
Subconsciously, Wu He turned his head and glanced at Xiaoyu, who was still being lectured by Jackie Chan.
But just after taking a look, the father moved his position and blocked Wu He's sight.
"No need to look, Xiaoyu will go. If you are afraid and don't want to go, you can just tell us that we can put you down directly later. After all, after the plane arrives at the station, you will face the Holy Lord directly."
Wu He: "..." Dad said this very loudly. Not only did the agents from District [-] around him cast their gazes, but even Xiaoyu, who was being scolded, also looked in this direction.
Naturally, the agents from District [-] can't fail to see what Dad is doing now.
But precisely because they knew it, they were even more curious.
They had forgotten the scene when the old man in his eyes warned them not to fight the Holy Lord rashly when they first got on the plane, and warned them with a serious face that "only magic can defeat magic."
But even their group of agents, who have gone through countless mission tests, do not have the qualifications to fight the devil in the eyes of the father. And now this serious old man actually uses provocation to tie up this seemingly young boy. Chariot? !
How could this not make them curious?
But Xiaoyu and Jackie Chan obviously didn't think that much.
Jackie Chan was okay, he didn't show any big signs, but he was a little surprised that his father, who didn't usually talk to strangers except for doing business, had such a long speech today.
Xiaoyu, on the other hand, cast an expectant look directly at Wu He.
There is a saying from Zhou Shuren that if you don't return your hometown with your clothes and fine clothes, it means you haven't returned to your going to the United States and meeting Uncle Long and Dad, Xiaoyu's life has become more colorful at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All kinds of wonderful events come one after another, making Xiaoyu live in novelty and happiness every day.
But after coming here, life has indeed been enriched, but Xiaoyu does have one less friend who can share her life and talk to her troubles.
That's why Xiaoyu was so excited when she received Wu He's letter and responded to Wu He so quickly.
Xiaoyu believed that Wu He could understand her thoughts and share her joy after seeing everything he sent.
But for a long time, Xiaoyu also had a faint worry hidden in her heart.
Even if Xiaoyu believed that Wu He could understand and believe in herself, she also understood how unreasonable what she described was afraid that the long separation and the differences in their daily routine would drive them further and further apart.
How she wished Wu Hyuk could be more present in her adventures, how she wished they could experience the same adventures and gain similar happiness.
This time is obviously a very good opportunity...
Feeling Xiaoyu's gaze, which was not far away from him and was full of expectation, like a searchlight, bright black lines suddenly appeared on Wu He's head.
He glared hard at the father in front of him, and complained speechlessly in his heart: "Dad, do you know that it's really despicable for you to use Xiaoyu as a provocation..."
Although I could clearly hear some excitement in my father's tone, it was just like what Wu He said - "You're already here, do you think you still have a choice?"
Wu He was hit by the Holy Master's breath that instantly destroyed all the prepared operations before, and then was shocked by Xiaoyu's sudden arrival, so he didn't think much about it, but now he thinks about everything he just encountered. It seems unusual.
Was his previous encounter with the Holy Lord proof that he was involved in the struggle between black energy and righteousness? Does the breath that the Holy Lord spat out towards him represent the attitude of the Black Qi camp towards him?
And in this raging sea of fire, Xiaoyu found his position unreasonably and accurately on the high-speed moving plane, and suddenly came to lend a helping hand. Does this represent Zhengqi's attitude towards him?
Of course, this is not Wu He's suspicion of Xiaoyu's character. It is unbelievable that if Xiaoyu knew that he was in danger, Wu He would quickly rush over to lend a helping hand no matter where he was.
However, the high-tech aircraft in District [-] are really not products of this era. The speed is simply ridiculous, and the distance of several kilometers can be skipped in the blink of an eye.
Although the blazing flames before were indeed quite large, in front of this aircraft, it would probably not take more than a second or two to go from the easternmost point to the westernmost point.
With such a fast speed and such a large sea of fire, a target as small as Wu He could be accurately there was no other supernatural power involved, Wu He would never believe it.
Of course, these are just Wu He's guesses. The Holy Lord's actions cannot completely represent Heiqi's will, and Xiaoyu's actions may also have a certain chance of chance.
Metaphysical things such as righteousness and blackness, and the cycle of yin and yang are so elusive even in the eyes of those who have experienced the stories and practitioners of the laws, such as a powerful mage like Dad and a powerful and intelligent demon like the Eight Demons.
Wu Hyuk is just a viewer who has read the entire story from a third-party perspective and made a certain summary of the laws of things from the appearance of the story. Why does he think that his random guesses must be correct...
Although everything still has a certain degree of uncertainty, and although there may still be many troubles in the future, Wu He, who has clearly understood how good his luck is and that he cannot stay out of the matter, nodded in compromise at this moment.
He helplessly stretched out his hand, gently picked at his cheek, nodded and muttered in his heart: "So, can I be considered as being recruited by righteousness?"
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(End of this chapter)