Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Long Aotian's Father 3
This call was earth-shattering, no less startling than encountering a ghost while walking at night. Everyone in the secret room was startled. They all looked towards the source of the sound - the longsword in Yan Bufan's hand.
As everyone watched, the long sword changed again, and the blade gradually shortened to the size of a token. On the token sat a little girl covered in jewels and gold.
The little girl was about the size of an egg. She stood up with a grunt, sticking her butt out, and jumped into Yan Bufan's arms with her arms open.
Yan Bufan subconsciously used his other hand to hold it, and felt the weight in his hand increase. The girl doll quickly grew larger, until it was the size of a three-year-old human child. He had to hold the doll tightly with his arms to prevent it from falling.
He looked at the delicate little girl with extraordinary clothes and accessories, feeling confused and at a loss.
Could it be that our ancestors have been living in the jade pendant until now?
Zhuozhuo tilted her head and looked at Yan Bufan, thinking he was silly. She called out again, "Daddy!"
This call brought everyone back to their senses.
Rong Yi was incredibly excited. Even with the elaborate ancient costume, long hair, and the special effects, he immediately recognized Zhuo Zhuo. At that moment, Rong Yi suddenly remembered Zhuo Zhuo's promise to send him videos and photos. This must be the situation now.
He had no desire to understand what was going on. As long as Zhuozhuo was healthy and happy, Rong Yi was content. Rong Yi wanted to continue watching, but the dream was turbulent, and his consciousness seemed to be kicked away, as if it had been disconnected from some existence.
In the middle of the night, Rong Yi woke with a start. He sat up in the darkness, his hand pressed to his chest, feeling his heart beating violently. He seemed to have dreamed of something very important, but the moment he woke, all memory of the dream vanished like flowing water, leaving only a feeling of relief and surprise.
Ever since Zhuozhuo left, he hadn't felt such positive emotions again... Realizing this, Rong Yi felt puzzled. Lately, his heart had been aching with the thought of Zhuozhuo, but now, he was filled with joy and worry, as if he was simply worried about a child who had left home to take risks.
He didn't know why this change had occurred, but Rong Yi now had a deep-seated belief that Zhuozhuo lived in a faraway place. This understanding came from the heart, not from self-deception like before.
Zhuozhuo's words before she left echoed in his ears, and her appearance and departure were rather strange. Rong Yi boldly guessed that Zhuozhuo might be a playful little monster who explores everywhere, choosing lucky people in different places, accompanying them for a while, and then starting a new journey.
Theoretically, if he lived long enough, he could wait for their next encounter. After figuring this out, Rong Yi's determination to live a hundred years became stronger than ever.
In the secret room, Master Bai looked at Zhuozhuo with fascination, as if he were looking at a treasure mountain waiting to be excavated. He murmured, "The gods will give me a child..."
Mr. Bai's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he spoke kindly yet sternly, "Fairy boy, fairy boy! This young man is a habitual thief, a habitual liar, and a violent and murderous man. He's not a good father. If you follow him, the suffering of lack of food and clothing is minor, but if you are influenced by him and your moral character is corrupted, wouldn't that be a grave sin?"
"T, what should we do then?" Zhuozhuo asked worriedly, stretching her little head. She had no idea that the fairy boy was referring to her and that the "not a good father" was Yan Bufan. She thought Mr. Bai was telling a story with great emotion.
Master Bai thought Zhuozhuo had taken the bait. He stroked his beard and said calmly, "Xiantong, why don't you come into my family? I only have one daughter. Over the years, under my careful education, Zhu'er has become both talented and beautiful, and has a good character. I believe Xiantong is extremely talented and will be even more outstanding when he grows up."
Yan Bufan: "Bah! Shameless! The Bai family is full of ungrateful, high-flying, ambitious, greedy and vicious people. If you join the Bai family, you will be stained with sin!"
Mr. Bai said lightly, "Young Master Yan, are you still holding a grudge against the Bai family for canceling the engagement? Since ancient times, marriage has emphasized matching social status and character. Now you're the only one left in the Yan family, and instead of working hard to support the family, you're trying to gain benefits from the Bai family..."
He turned the tables and angrily shouted, "You are such a lazy person who only wants to eat and wait for death. You are not worthy of my daughter!"
Yan Bufan's veins bulged with anger. He knew that Master Bai was deliberately provoking him, precisely to confuse right and wrong and gain the moral high ground, thereby using sweet talk to trick the fairy child away from him. Knowing he couldn't outwit the old and treacherous Master Bai, he decided to take the fairy child away from the Bai family first.
The immortal gate will open soon, so he doesn't want to waste his time arguing here!
Yan Bufan cautiously retreated a few steps into the corridor. He discovered that Master Bai not only did not stop him, but also said with a smile: "It's getting late. Does Fairy Child want to rest? Yan Bufan is now penniless, naked, and sleeping on the streets. He is so poor and destitute, but he still wants to take Fairy Child away by force. His heart is damnable!"
Yan Bufan was furious, but what Mr. Bai said was true. Even the clothes he was wearing were taken from the Bai family last night. He couldn't help but look at Zhuozhuo, but he saw Zhuozhuo's eyes were piercing, and he leaned forward to ask, "Then what? Then what?"
Because Zhuozhuo's movements were too big, Yan Bufan almost couldn't hold her. He felt heartbroken and embarrassed, and felt that he was going to be abandoned by this little girl who he didn't know whether she was an ancestor or a spirit.
Mr. Bai was very proud. "Zhu'er's room is the cutest and most comfortable. How about letting her take you to sleep together? If you can't sleep, you sisters can still talk and cultivate your relationship."
Bai Zhu'er had just recovered from the shock of the sudden transformation when she heard Master Bai's conversation. She had been able to hold it in until now, but now she couldn't help herself anymore and said in dissatisfaction, "I don't..."
Before she could say no, Master Bai pinched her arm and covered her mouth so she couldn't scream. Just as Bai Zhu'er was about to throw a tantrum, she heard Master Bai whisper two words in her ear, emphasizing them: "Immortal Fate!"
As if shouted at, Bai Zhu'er suddenly understood. She forced an unnatural smile and said enthusiastically, "Sister, come with me. We will live together from now on."
After he finished speaking, the servants followed Bai Zhuer's footsteps and gradually approached Yan Bufan in an encircling manner.
Facing their greedy and cruel gazes, Zhuozhuo shrank back into Yan Bufan's arms in fear and urged them in a low voice: "Daddy, there are bad guys, run, run!"
This dependent and intimate attitude warmed Yan Bufan's cold heart, but the secret room was locked, and Yan Bufan couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he could only fight.
If the sword from before was still there, Yan Bufan would have a 70% chance of winning. As for now, Yan Bufan put away the token that did not have any special sensing, and asked the little girl who seemed to have no fighting ability without hope, "Do you have a way to defeat them?"
"What? What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" 9972, who had been watching quietly, was furious and screamed in Zhuo Zhuo's mind, wanting to rush out and punch Yan Bufan twice. "Letting a three-year-old kid help you fight, don't you feel guilty?"
9972 said: [Baby, just say you can't fight!]
Zhuozhuo blinked and shook her head innocently. She didn't know how to fight.
Yan Bufan was mentally prepared and didn't feel disappointed. He whispered, "Then protect yourself. I might not be able to take care of you if a fight breaks out."
Dear girl, he really is powerless, not that he doesn't want to take care of her. Please don't let this create a bad impression on him and damage his opportunities!
Zhuozhuo said softly, "Daddy, how can I protect myself?"
Yan Bufan had a bad feeling in his heart, "White light?"
"Daddy, Zhuozhuo won't shine anymore."
"...Then what can you do?"
Zhuozhuo counted on his fingers and said, "Zhuozhuo can eat by himself, sleep by himself, wash his hands, drink water..." After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Bufan proudly, waiting for his praise.
Yan Bufan miraculously understood it and said with difficulty: "...these are all very practical life skills."
"hey-hey."
"Do you have any other skills? Anything is fine."
Zhuozhuo thought for a while, but couldn't come up with an answer. So he asked 9972 in his mind, "Tongtong, what's the use of Zhuozhuo?"
9972, who had been cursing so cheerfully just now, fell silent. Could it possibly say that Zhuozhuo's only purpose at the moment was to make things more difficult for Yan Bufan? After a moment's thought, 9972 said, "Baby, tell Daddy: If you can't even handle this little situation, why bother going to the Immortal Realm?"
Zhuozhuo repeated it word for word, and her sweet little voice made the sentence seem adorable, without any mystery or pretense.
Yan Bufan forced himself not to be fooled by appearances, relying on his imagination to make himself feel a chill in his heart. Yes, if he couldn't even deal with the Bai family, how would he survive in the immortal world in the future?
Yan Bufan, who has witnessed the ugliness of human nature and the cruelty of reality, would not be naive enough to think that the fairy world is like what is described in the storybooks, where everyone can live in the fairy palace and enjoy the agar-agar jade dew. The competition in the fairy world must be a hundred times more intense.
Yan Bufan was full of fighting spirit. He tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied Zhuo Zhuo to his body to prevent him from throwing her out when a fight broke out.
Seeing that the two had finally finished their muttering and Yan Bufan was about to start a fight, Bai Zhuer, who had stopped where she was because she was worried about angering the fairy boy, her eyes lit up and she managed to say something polite, "Sister, this lowly person can't protect you. If I defeat him, you will come with me."
After saying that, the servant behind Bai Zhuer rushed towards Yan Bufan with a grim smile.
Yan Bufan faced the enemy head-on, grabbed a big knife as soon as he met him, and then killed indiscriminately without fear of death. The aura of the deadly king frightened the others and they dared not move forward.
When the others didn't come forward, Yan Bufan chased after them, slashing them one by one on the neck. The spurting blood almost dyed him bloody. The more he killed, the more comfortable he became, and the stronger he became. He chopped off the heads of several people behind him.
At this moment, the soft, burning thing on Yan Bufan's chest spoke, "Daddy, I want to open my eyes."
Yan Bufan, with bloodshot eyes, said hoarsely after a while: "No."
"Oh." Zhuozhuo pressed her face against Yan Bufan's chest and rubbed it hard. She felt her face was wet and hot, and there was a fishy smell. She didn't know what splashed on her.
The screams, the clashing of weapons, and the sounds of bodies being hacked around him were too chaotic. Zhuozhuo clutched Yan Bufan's clothes and whispered to 9972, "Will Daddy die?"
Sometimes, children are more sensitive than you can imagine.
9972 soothed him, "No, your father Yan is a certain kind of Dragon Aotian male protagonist. No setbacks can defeat him, and what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger. Furthermore, he had an epiphany the night before last, drawing spiritual energy into his body to repair his injuries."
"What about now?" Zhuozhuo was very worried.
[Yan Bufan has the advantage now. He has already reached the threshold of cultivation and is on a different level from ordinary people. Don't worry, baby. Your father Yan will be able to take you out soon.]
"Wait a minute, nephew!"
Mr. Bai's frightened plea for mercy drew Zhuo Zhuo's attention back, and she listened intently. Mr. Bai said that when they had made the engagement, in addition to the token of love, Madam Yan had also given Bai Zhu'er some of her childhood toys, hoping that these would save his and Bai Zhu'er's lives.
The Yan family was ransacked three years ago, and all their money and belongings were taken away. However, the Bai family actually had some of Mrs. Yan's belongings left, which was a pleasant surprise. Yan Bufan agreed to Mr. Bai's proposal.
Yan Bufan put the knife on Bai Zhuer's neck and asked Master Bai to go ahead and open the secret room. Bai Zhuer's legs were too weak to walk, and she fell several times and almost hit Zhuozhuo. Yan Bufan simply knocked her unconscious and dragged her away.
Mr. Bai was so distressed that he wanted Yan Bufan to carry the person away, but he became obedient after being kicked.
Mrs. Yan's belongings were piled up in a remote little warehouse, long forgotten and uncared for. They had been gnawed away by snakes, insects, rats, and ants, leaving them in a state of disrepair. Yan Bufan took a few quick steps, looked at the pile of toys that looked like garbage, and began to rummage through them.
Zhuozhuo felt that Yan Bufan was very sad and vulnerable at this moment. She opened her arms and hugged him, saying in a baby voice, "Daddy, don't be sad."
Yan Bufan couldn't pick out a toy that was still usable. He knelt on the ground with his head down and said softly, "I'm not sad, just a little disappointed." He wanted to put these things away and build a cenotaph for Mrs. Yan, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eye and immediately dodged to the side.
A cold arrow grazes Yan Bufan's forehead. He looks in the direction the arrow came from and sees archers squatting on three rooftops. Yan Bufan subconsciously wants to catch Mr. Bai and Bai Zhu'er, but someone hiding behind a pillar suddenly rushes out and snatches them away.
The next second, dense swarms of feathered arrows shot towards him, accompanied by Master Bai's furious roar: "Kill him! Kill this pariah! Go get a doctor to save my Zhu'er!"
Yan Bufan's expression was solemn, while Zhuo Zhuo clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Daddy, it's raining! It's raining!"
Yan Bufan: "...close your eyes."
Zhuozhuo was reluctant, but she could read the air, just like in the secret room. She closed her eyes and curled up in Yan Bufan's arms, using her ears to listen to what was happening.
The lethality of the rain of arrows was limited, so it was enough to hide in places where they could not be shot, but these places were full of ambushes by the servants. Yan Bufan, as usual, killed one by one, and killed two by two, and soon he carved out a bloody path.
The rain of arrows outside stopped, and just when Yan Bufan was about to rush out, the roof was filled with flames. Rockets shot over and immediately ignited the tung oil poured outside the warehouse. The fire rose high in the blink of an eye.
Yan Bufan instinctively took a step back and looked around, realizing the entire warehouse was on fire. Looking at the flames, which were more than a meter high, Yan Bufan held down Zhuo's little head with one hand, shielded her body with the other, and rushed out with gritted teeth.
Yan Bufan rolled over on the ground, his clothes and hair ablaze, causing the people waiting outside to scream and retreat in fear. After the flames died down, Yan Bufan rushed to Master Bai, his face cold and his eyes sharp, and chopped off his head with a single blow.
The head rolled on the ground and stopped in front of a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes. The pair of eyes that were still open stared angrily at the owner of the embroidered shoes.
"ah--!"
A sharp scream resounded through the sky. Bai Zhuer, who had just woken up, was so scared that she collapsed to the ground and crawled around.
Yan Bufan, wielding the knife in one hand, looked like a demonic deity, ready to slay any god or Buddha that stood in his way. He frightened the servants, who had lost their backbone, into retreating and eventually fleeing in all directions. After scaring off the last person, Yan Bufan dropped the knife and quickly untied Zhuozhuo to check for burns.
After looking around for a while, I found that Zhuozhuo was not injured except that his clothes and hair were messy and his face was covered with dust, looking like a dirty little cat.
Yan Bufan calmed down and felt that he had just done something stupid. This girl looked like a three-year-old child, but he didn't know what she was, so she would never hurt him.
Just as this thought came to Yan Bufan, he heard a pitiful "Daddy". Zhuozhuo opened his arms and asked him to hug him, saying pitifully, "Zhuozhuo is scared."
No matter how brave Zhuozhuo is, he would be scared if he was almost burned by fire, otherwise he would be a fool.
Yan Bufan silently hugged Zhuozhuo, letting her chubby little face rest against his neck. Then, her hot tears soaked his collar. Yan Bufan froze, and said somewhat bewilderedly, "Don't cry."
“Wow—!”
Zhuozhuo propped up his upper body, opened his mouth and cried loudly to the sky.
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