Lanhuadis 12 (bug catching)

It seemed like he was very uncomfortable coming out of a warm pocket.

The black-haired cub shrank his feet in dissatisfaction, and tried to move upwards, holding the young man's fingers with both hands. The bright red soles of his feet were very eye-catching.

After rubbing it for a long time without success, he let out a slightly angry "Ah."

“…”

“…”

Mengzi asked cautiously, "Boss, has the organization expanded into new business? We...stealing cubs, isn't that a bad idea?"

Fei Lan slapped him on the head. "What's wrong with that?! Whatever the boss does is right! We're the underworld, don't you understand?!"

Even Sang Ting was a little worried: "Boss, where did you steal it from? You should return it."

If the other parents find out, it will most likely be a fight to the death.

Most of the Lanhuadis families abide by this rule:

Internal strife? No problem, I'll fight you to the end.

If you touch my cub, you will die!

However, Xierting obviously did not listen.

The red soles of the black-haired cub reminded Xierting of the small footprint on the back of Carlos' hand.

A faint blood connection vaguely connected him with the little boy in front of him.

Xilting: "..."

No, that won't happen.

He fiddled with the cub's feet hesitantly, "He, he seems to be my brother?"

As he said this, he was already about 70% certain. It was just... so small. Is Xiaoqi this small? It should have been a few days since it hatched, so why hasn't it spread its wings yet?

Sang Ting: “?”

Fat Blue: “???”

Mengzi couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then, facing Xierting's unfriendly gaze, the big man covered his mouth and whispered, "It doesn't look like it."

The other men at the table nodded frantically.

It really doesn’t look like it!

Although their boss had a handsome figure, he had a pale and gloomy look that was frightening. His bangs covered half of his face, and the other half was covered with a hideous scar.

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a good person. Apart from his black hair, he doesn't look like the cub in his hand at all.

And if it was really his younger brother, why would he take it out of his pocket and look so uncertain?

I definitely don't know where it was stolen from.

Besides, they have been in Kongchan for so many years and have never heard that the eldest brother has any family or friends. How could a younger brother suddenly appear?

The cub wrinkled its nose and sneezed.

Xierting stopped holding the cub by the hand and began to squeeze it. The cub seemed a little more satisfied than before, curling up in his palm. He didn't wake up even after all the tossing and turning. He was a very good sleeper.

The red satin made the cub's skin look very delicate and also covered half of its face.

He hesitated for a moment, but still did not pull off the red silk to look at the cub's facial features.

It’s better not to touch it until you know the function of this red silk.

How on earth did this cub, which was most likely his younger brother, get into his clothes?

Xierting thought of the scene when he got the clothes -

Carlos really disliked what was thrown at him.

So, did his second brother know that Xiaoqi was in his clothes?

If he didn't know, then it means he wasn't taking good care of me and he's not worthy of being my brother. If he knew... then he did it on purpose.

It must be said that Xierting trusts Carlos' ability to raise cubs. After all, all of his brothers and sisters were raised by Carlos and his eldest sister, and they all grew up very healthily.

So, according to conspiracy theories, it is very likely that Carlos did this on purpose.

Why was Xiaoqi thrown to him? It was very likely that his younger brother Xiaoqi was particularly naughty and noisy, so he was deliberately distracted by Xiaoqi's affairs.

That guy just tried every way to make things difficult for him.

During this moment of breathing, Xierting's thoughts flew away like stepping on a watermelon rind, sliding into a moldy and rainy little corner full of conspiracy theories.

Sandin watched as Xierting's eyes became more and more sinister.

“…”

Although I don’t know what the eldest brother is thinking, it must be related to Carlos. He looks like this every time he thinks of his second brother.

I don’t understand and I don’t dare to ask.

Sang Ting: "Boss, why don't we return this child? We're going to fight tomorrow, and there's no one in the organization who can take care of a child..."

"What else?"

Xierting pinched the cub's belly and raised a wicked smile: "Since he dared to give the child to me, I dare to raise it."

All the men: “???”

The gossipy heart is burning!

What? She? What's going on? When did their boss get a wife?!

This child, can't he be the boss's illegitimate child? (Thriller.jpg)

Sang Ting sighed: "Boss, this cub looks very weak. Can you take care of it?"

Xilting tried hard to recall how Carlos raised them, but gave up halfway because he could only recall how he had caused trouble for Xiaoliu and then been beaten up by his eldest sister.

After a while, he said, "Go and have someone tie up Doctor Jian Yang... and invite him over. Be polite and have him bring all the equipment so he can give Xiao Qi a full examination."

Sang Ting glanced at a corner and waved his hand silently, and someone immediately tiptoed out.

Xilting took off his coat, placed it on the table, folded it neatly with the side pocket facing up, and then stuffed the cub back into the pocket.

The familiar feeling of being wrapped returned, and Ning Ren immediately relaxed his slightly wrinkled brows and curled up lazily.

After looking for a while, Xierting felt that a pillow was missing, so he pulled out his sleeve and stuffed it under the cub's head.

good!

Perfect!

What's so difficult about taking care of cubs?

The gloomy young man raised his head and tapped the table with his fingertips: "What are you standing there for? Let's continue the discussion."

"Oh, okay, boss..."

The noise of discussing tomorrow's fight slowly returned to normal, and then Xilting saw the cub sleeping in the pocket turn over, pout, cover his ears, and kick the bottom of the pocket angrily.

“…” He has quite a temper.

Xilting: "Keep your voice down."

The voices of discussion suddenly quieted down, and when they reappeared, they were much softer.

The ventilation vents of the underground base shone with cold energy crystal light. A group of ferocious thugs surrounded the dark table, and in the middle of the table lay a clean little elf-like cub with its eyes covered by red silk and snow-white skin.

They kept the volume down.

Xierting crossed his legs, placed his pale fingers on his legs, glanced vaguely at the table, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

By the time the meeting ended, it was almost dawn.

It was time for a break, and Xierting asked them to go back and have a good rest and prepare for the battle in the evening.

Sandin: "What are you going to do with this cub?"

Xierting: "Go back to my residence and wait for Dr. Jian Yang to come. You will notify me."

The brothers who attended the meeting just now all slept in the underground base camp, so they don’t have to worry about being burned by the sun during the day.

It will take some time to move all of Dr. Jianyang's equipment here. When he gets here, he will bring Xiaoqi over to have a look.

Xierting walked in front, holding the clothes in both hands as if offering tribute.

Santin made no comment on the gesture and followed Sirtin out of the underground.

After finding a deserted place, Sandin asked, "Is this cub really your brother?"

Xilting: "Ninety percent."

Sandin: "The other brothers probably misunderstood that this was your illegitimate child."

"It doesn't matter."

Xierting was not afraid that they would see Xiaoqi's appearance, because Kongchan only moved around in the civilian area and had nothing to do with the royal court.

Once Xiaoqi returns to the royal court, he will probably never have the chance to meet Kongchan again.

-

Royal Court.

Third Army.

It’s almost dawn, it’s time to take Xiaoqi home.

After finishing a day's work, Carlos finally removed the mental barrier on his desk. There was still no movement in the small house on the desk. It seemed that Xiaoqi was still sleeping.

You are so sleepy, don’t you even feel hungry?

Carlos raised a smile, walked over, opened the window of the small house, and called softly: "Xiao Qi——"

Carlos froze.

The curve of the young man's mouth gradually flattened.

Then the temperature of the entire military tent dropped sharply and the air pressure became extremely low.

He stared at the empty bed in the bedroom, and something in his mind snapped.

A terrifying wave of mental power swept out instantly. Carlos, holding the small house, spread his wings and appeared outside the military tent in the next second. His tone was so cold that it could freeze ice:

"Everyone who has been to the military camp today, gather here within three minutes!"

This voice, filled with anger, enhanced spiritual power and spread throughout the entire Third Military Region.

Xiaoqi had been stolen once, so Carlos' first reaction was to think in this direction.

Carlos clenched his fists.

Damn it, his mental barrier was clearly not touched at all. Who on earth had the ability to steal Xiao Qi right under his nose!

-

The Doyle family.

Under the castle.

In the center of an ancient and complex blood-colored formation, sat a middle-aged royal with white hair.

On the blood-red wings on his back, the eighth royal pattern was slowly forming, and a mixed expression of pleasure and pain appeared on the face of the middle-aged royal.

If an outsider saw this scene, he would be shocked.

The King Mark was destined to grow and not shrink. How could this person, who was already half his age, possibly grow the King Mark again based on the original foundation?!

The sound of a mechanism turning could be heard, and a young figure slowly walked in. Jidon saluted the man sitting in the center of the formation, "Father."

The man slowly opened his eyes, a look of displeasure flashing across his face: "Didn't I tell you, don't bother me unless it's something serious."

Jiton smiled and said, "Congratulations to father for successfully becoming the Prince of Eight Stripes. I believe that becoming the King of Nine Stripes will soon be his dream come true."

The man looked a little regretful. "It will take another six or seven years. The distance between eight lines and nine lines is not comparable to the distance between seven and eight lines."

Gidon: "It's only been six or seven years, it's gone in a flash. Don't worry, father. Queen Hillary's seventh child is weak and hasn't spread his wings yet. It's uncertain whether he can survive. You don't have to worry about him posing a threat to our family when he grows up."

Man: "That's good."

He was really afraid of this woman and the terrible genes of this family. There were only nine princes of seven stripes or above still alive in Lanhuadis, and their family accounted for five of them.

According to historical records, there has never been a family with six consecutive children with seven or more lines.

"Don't show off these years, keep a low profile. Wen Duolin will be back soon, and we'll probably be retaliated by her for stealing the king's eggs. Don't resist, give in if you can."

The man sneered: "The day I become a Nine-Marked will be the day their family dies."

Gidon: "I understand."