Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Long Aotian's Father 11
Zhuozhuo looked at Hua Duoyou in confusion, then softly repeated, "Senior Brother is kind to Zhuozhuo and Daddy. He's a good person."
"Then if I treat you badly, I'm a bad person?"
"Yes." Zhuozhuo nodded as a matter of course, and with a serious look on his face, he warned Hua Duoyou: "Brother, don't be a bad person."
"Oh, I want Senior Brother to always be good to you and your father." Hua Duoyou was amused. The little guy was quite smart. Then he heard Zhuozhuo add, "If Senior Brother behaves badly, Zhuozhuo will be sad, and so will Dad. But Zhuozhuo and Dad will still be good friends with Senior Brother."
Hua Duoyou's smile froze, and he said softly, "Being nice to you once means we'll be good friends forever. This is totally worth it."
"Yes," Zhuozhuo nodded seriously. She gave an example and said childishly, "If Senior Brother made Zhuozhuo angry, Zhuozhuo would say, 'Senior Brother, you bad boy! Don't talk to me!' But in Zhuozhuo's heart, Senior Brother is still a good friend."
"Is that so? Brother, I'll remember that." Hua Duoyou leaned forward and gently hugged Zhuozhuo. It felt warm, like hugging a little sun.
Zhuozhuo hugged Hua Duoyou back and whispered in his ear, "Then, Senior Brother, you must not make Zhuozhuo angry in the future. When Zhuozhuo calls you a bad guy, Zhuozhuo gets very sad too." She thought about it and emphasized it many times, "I'm so sad, so sad. My heart is broken."
Hua Duoyou agreed immediately, "Brother, I understand. I will definitely try my best not to make Zhuozhuo sad." Otherwise, Zhuozhuo's heart would be broken. He didn't know. His heart was about to be broken. What kind of fairy doll was this? How could her little mouth be so talkative? She could control him completely just by talking.
Yan Bufan made the bed and came out. He gave Hua Duoyou a meaningful look and took Zhuozhuo out of his arms. "Let's go to bed. Please wait for me outside, brother."
The latter sentence is an expulsion order against many tourists visiting China.
Hua Duoyou smiled and stood up, stretched out his hand in front of Zhuo Zhuo, in his palm was the small bell, "Junior Sister Zhuo Zhuo, this is for you."
Zhuozhuo was surprised. After holding the little bell in his hand, he couldn't help but confirm with Hua Duoyou again, "Are you really giving it to Zhuozhuo?"
"real."
"Thank you, senior brother! Zhuozhuo likes this bell so much!" Zhuozhuo held the bell in his arms and couldn't let it go.
Yan Bufan looked at Zhuozhuo, then at Hua Duoyou's elegant back, and suddenly had a subtle feeling that his own daughter was about to be stolen away.
Zhuozhuo should have fallen into a deep sleep the moment she hit the bed, but the little bell helped her stay awake for another quarter of an hour. She admired the bell for a while, exclaiming "Wow, it's so beautiful," and then started shaking it, but no matter how hard she shook it, no sound came out.
Zhuozhuo observed the bell from all angles and said curiously, "Is it broken? Is the bell broken? Daddy, Daddy, look at the bell. It's not ringing."
Yan Bufan watched her play for a while, and he had a guess in his mind. After taking the bell, he tried to input spiritual energy into it. Sure enough, the bell made a clear and pleasant sound, but it was very light and short.
Zhuozhuo clapped excitedly, "The bell rang! Daddy is so great! Ring it again!"
Yan Bufan calmly released the bell and said slowly, "It can't ring again today. You need to go to bed."
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, listen to the bell ringing! Loud and loud!" Zhuozhuo hugged Yan Bufan's arm and twisted it wildly. Seeing that he was unmoved, he rushed into his arms like a calf, knocked him to the bed, and shouted like chanting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—"
Yan Bufan groaned, nearly losing his breath from the scorching heat. That bell was supposed to be a spiritual artifact, requiring spiritual energy to operate. Unlike Hua Duoyou, who could easily operate it, Yan Bufan had already exhausted all of his spiritual energy by just ringing the bell for a moment.
Moreover, exhausting his spiritual energy was even more tiring than carrying sacks all day, and his body felt indescribably weak. Yan Bufan didn't even want to move a finger now, he just wanted to quickly replenish his spiritual energy. He couldn't stand Zhuo Zhuo's coquettishness and helplessly begged for mercy, "Zhuo Zhuo, can you sleep with Daddy?"
Zhuozhuo was stunned for a moment, staring at Yan Bufan. After a long while, he pursed his lips and said in a sobbing voice, "Daddy."
"What's wrong, Zhuozhuo?" Yan Bufan was confused by Zhuozhuo's behavior. He didn't care about the fatigue that penetrated deep into his soul. He sat up with his arms on the bed, hugged Zhuozhuo in his arms, and wanted to check if she was feeling unwell.
Zhuozhuo said aggrievedly, "Daddy is Zhuozhuo's daddy."
Yan Bufan didn't understand and asked again. Zhuozhuo felt wronged and angry, and spoke haltingly, "Before, Zhuozhuo called me daddy, but daddy wasn't daddy. Now he is."
The two talked for a while, and when Zhuozhuo was about to cry with anger, Yan Bufan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood what Zhuozhuo meant.
Before, the relationship between the two was that Zhuo Zhuo unilaterally relied on him and called him daddy. Now that Yan Bufan claimed to be the daddy, the father-daughter relationship between the two was established.
Yan Bufan was silent for a moment. He hadn't expected Zhuozhuo, who seemed carefree and generous, to be so sensitive, nor had he expected her to understand all this. Thinking about it now, Zhuozhuo had probably been living in fear all day and all night, afraid of being abandoned and rejected.
Thinking of this, Yan Bufan felt his conscience condemned. How could he ignore Zhuozhuo's feelings like this? He was such a jerk, unfit to be a father! He must make up for the injustice Zhuozhuo had suffered!
Tormented by guilt, Yan Bufan lowered his voice and said, "Zhuozhuo, I'm sorry. It's Daddy's fault. Daddy will never do this again."
At this moment, he completely forgot that he had been struggling with whether Zhuozhuo was the soul of the Yan family's ancestor or the spirit of an artifact. Now, in his heart, Zhuozhuo was just a fragile three-year-old human child who needed patient care.
9972 was locked in Zhuozhuo's mind. Seeing Zhuozhuo successfully capture Yan Bufan, she felt extremely proud. The host baby was awesome! After being happy, 9972 thought about how they were trapped in this little world, and her whole cat head instantly turned emo.
What's the point of having a powerful host baby? The system is too lagging! 9972 is a pig teammate system!
9972 was heartbroken, and the tears she cried accumulated in the barrier, causing the water level in this small space to rise rapidly and submerge it.
After being submerged, 9972 remembered that he had been coated in the latest waterproof material from Big World, which his father had bought for him. Because his father felt that it was too dangerous for 9972 to complete the mission alone and that he could easily get himself killed, he equipped him with various life-saving props.
At that time, my father was beaten by my mother because she thought his words were unlucky. Only now did 9972 realize that my father was very forward-looking.
9972 missed his parents and a host of relatives, and suddenly cried even louder. He looked at the barrier that was already filled with water, thinking that it would be a good thing if he could break it with his tears, so he cried even harder.
Zhuozhuo didn't know about 9972's pitiful yet funny experience. She hummed and leaned against Yan Bufan's arms, saying in a baby voice, "Daddy, you must remember that you are Zhuozhuo's daddy."
"Daddy remembers."
"Then Daddy, we can't wait until Zhuozhuo falls asleep before going out to play." Zhuozhuo opened his eyes wide and said very experiencedly, "Zhuozhuo must see Daddy as soon as he opens his eyes." She heard it clearly when Yan Bufan accepted Hua Duoyou's invitation in front of her just now.
Yan Bufan didn't want to lie to her, so he just said, "...Zhuozhuo, go to sleep."
"Daddy—you said it, you said 'Daddy doesn't want to go out to play', hurry up and say it." Zhuozhuo propped up her little body and stared at Yan Bufan, as if she would not give up until he said it.
Yan Bufan was helpless. "Okay, Daddy won't leave after Zhuozhuo falls asleep. Daddy will stay with Zhuozhuo until he wakes up."
Zhuozhuo was very satisfied. He turned over and fell on the bed, kicking his legs happily and shouting, "Zhuozhuo and Daddy are sleeping together!"
It wasn't enough to shout once, he shouted three times in a row.
Just as Zhuozhuo took a deep breath and was about to shout for the fourth time, Yan Bufan couldn't help but say, "Zhuozhuo, don't be so loud. You won't be sleepy anymore and won't be able to sleep."
After saying this, Yan Bufan held his breath and waited for a while. However, he neither received Zhuozhuo's soft agreement nor her angry accusations or curious "why?".
Yan Bufan's heart tightened, worried that Zhuozhuo was furious and about to use a powerful attack. He quickly turned his head to see Zhuozhuo half lying on him, his head hanging down, asleep.
Yan Bufan: “…”
Falling asleep faster than you can imagine.
Worried that she might not be comfortable sleeping like this, Yan Bufan carefully laid Zhuozhuo flat on the bed, as if he were holding a bomb, and then covered her with a quilt. After doing all this, Yan Bufan subconsciously wanted to get up and get out of bed, but the next second he remembered the agreement with Zhuozhuo.
Yan Bufan immediately stopped what he was doing, pulled out the pillow from under his head, and gently threw it against the window. After throwing it, he looked at Zhuo Zhuo, and when he found that she was not woken up, he looked at the window again.
At this time, a figure stood outside the window. Yan Bufan whispered, "Brother Hua, I'm sorry I have to break the appointment. I will apologize in person later."
"No need to apologize." Hua Duoyou also lowered his voice, "Zhuozhuo can't leave her alone, Junior Brother Yan, please stay with her."
A cultivator's five senses were highly sensitive, and even without listening intently, every word of the conversation between the two reached him. At that moment, Hua Duoyou even considered what grade of spiritual weapon he could use to exchange her for Zhuo Zhuo's true form if it was truly a spiritual weapon.
He is much more reliable than Yan Bufan, a young man who has no money, no power, no background, no cultivation, only talent, and who doesn't know how many years of hard training he needs to endure before he can succeed.
But if he really did that, Zhuozhuo would definitely be unhappy, so it would be better to cultivate the relationship between the senior and junior sisters first. When Yan Bufan became a disciple, his daily training tasks would occupy his time. The difficult task of accompanying the junior sister would naturally be left to a senior brother like him who had already started to cultivate his mind.
Alas, such a subtle plan was formulated. Hua Duoyou sighed to the sky. In less than half an hour, he was tamed by Zhuo Zhuo. Tsk.
Hua Duoyou left the window, returned to the room and began to send a message to the sect.
The paper was thrown into the air, and the moment it left his fingertips, it transformed into a pure white crane. Hua Duoyou watched the crane fly away, his lips curled up. He was already looking forward to what changes Zhuozhuo could bring to the Qingyuan Sect.
Yan Bufan lay beside Zhuozhuo. He hadn't slept for a whole day and night. He had killed people, climbed mountains, been scared by Zhuozhuo several times, and had exhausted his spiritual energy. He was already exhausted both physically and mentally, but he didn't take the opportunity to sleep. Instead, he was thinking about how to replenish the spiritual energy in his body.
Fang Caihua persuaded him that his tendons and veins were damaged in the mortal world, and Yan Bufan himself had the same feeling after coming to the world of immortal cultivation.
The spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation is abundant and pure, while the spiritual energy in the mortal world is thin, poor, mixed and turbid. The tendons and veins that have not been strengthened through cultivation can be easily injured by the impurities in the spiritual energy. However, these scars are very minor and easily ignored, especially when Yan Bufan is seriously injured every time he absorbs spiritual energy.
The intense pain throughout the body naturally made one ignore the minor pain of damaged tendons and veins. In the world of immortal cultivation, the sharp contrast made any previously ignored pain and discomfort become apparent.
Yan Bufan sensed the spiritual energy in the air and tried to actively absorb it into his body. However, without any skills, mental methods or guidance from a teacher, this step was particularly difficult.
Yan Bufan recalled the feeling of spiritual energy entering his body when he was in the mortal world. He didn't know how long he had been trying, but at some point, he successfully sent a particle of spiritual energy into his body. At that moment, his body was like a piece of land that had been dry for years and welcomed a rain. He couldn't wait to greedily absorb this particle of spiritual energy.
Yan Bufan was greatly encouraged. He calmed his mind and continued to absorb spiritual energy. Unconsciously, a large amount of spiritual energy gathered around Yan Bufan, and the concentration was comparable to the effect of a low-level spiritual gathering array.
Zhuozhuo was sleeping next to him, feeling so comfortable that his body unconsciously gulped down water in his sleep, and soon he felt full. Zhuozhuo wanted to stop, but he couldn't find his mouth and didn't know how to stop.
Being forced to absorb spiritual energy beyond his body's endurance scared Zhuo Zhuo. His nose and eyebrows were wrinkled and his mouth was pouting as he was about to cry.
9972's mind raced with anxiety. The blockade Mei Yingxue had placed on Zhuozhuo's tendons and meridians was only mild and would only last for a short time. It would naturally dissipate by tomorrow's disciple-taking ceremony.
This way, firstly, it will not cause any damage to Zhuo Zhuo's tendons and veins, and secondly, it will allow all the powerful people to feel Zhuo Zhuo's talent without any hindrance.
But now that Zhuozhuo was surrounded by a high concentration of spiritual energy, the blockade failed prematurely. The spiritual energy began to flow into Zhuozhuo's fragile body and veins at a faster and stronger speed than before, and would soon break her down.
Yan Bufan, who was immersed in cultivation, didn't notice all this.
Hua Duoyou noticed Yan Bufan's situation because of the fluctuation of spiritual energy and sighed, "Extraordinary talent." As for Zhuo Zhuo's movements, they were completely covered up by Yan Bufan, and it was easy to overlook them without careful observation.
9972 was jumping up and down anxiously in Zhuozhuo's mind, angrily banging against the barrier. It could already imagine that Zhuozhuo had been forced to advance too early, leaving hidden dangers in his cultivation, and that he would have to work tenfold or a hundredfold harder to fill these holes.
I also thought that because Zhuozhuo was too young when he advanced to the T stage, it was very likely that his appearance would be frozen in his childhood, which would add twists and turns to his future path of cultivation.
9972 became more and more worried the more he thought about it, but the barrier that trapped him was very strong. He kept hitting it for a long time until he felt dizzy, but the barrier remained motionless.
Then 9972 started wailing again. Why was his and Zhuozhuo's lives so miserable? What kind of demon had locked him up here? How shameless of them to hide their true identity!
Half asleep, half awake, Zhuozhuo felt like she was lying on her stomach soaking in a pool of mist. She could sense that the mist was a good thing, and her body wanted it. But there was too much mist, and it wanted to enter her body, threatening to burst her tendons and dantian.
Although he felt very uncomfortable, Zhuozhuo did not cry. Instead, he said in a baby voice, "You guys line up. I'm full today. I'll come back to eat you tomorrow."
Zhuozhuo looked expectantly at the mist, but it seemed the mist didn't understand what he was saying and continued to scramble to get inside him. Zhuozhuo pouted and burst into tears.
But the fog didn't stop, and 9972 and Yan Bufan didn't come to comfort her. Now Zhuozhuo was not only uncomfortable, but also very sad, and cried even louder.
Suddenly, the voice that appeared on the mountain came again, "Why are you crying?"
Zhuozhuo pointed at the mist and said pitifully, "Zhuozhuo, don't eat anymore, don't eat anymore. They keep coming back, bad guys, so annoying! Zhuozhuo feels so uncomfortable, it hurts—"
As soon as the word "pain" escaped her lips, Zhuozhuo's body reached its limit. The terrifying premonition that her flesh and blood would explode like a balloon made her confused and afraid. Zhuozhuo cried pitifully, reaching out in the direction of the sound, "Fengfeng, Fengfeng, help Zhuozhuo."
9972 was also crying in the barrier, [Wow, wow, you big bad guy with unknown origins, please help Zhuozhuo. She's so young, she doesn't know anything, she's suffering so much.]
Fortunately, "Fengfeng" didn't want to see Zhuozhuo suffer any more, so he immediately took action to separate the spiritual energy, then gently hugged Zhuozhuo and began to help her refine the spiritual energy in her body.
Zhuozhuo felt only a cool sensation against her back, and a faint scent of grass. As soon as these sensations appeared, her discomfort subsided. Curious, Zhuozhuo turned her head and looked back, but saw nothing.
"Huh?" Zhuozhuo was extremely confused and wanted to turn around to take a closer look, but Fengfeng held down his shoulders and he couldn't move. Then, someone invisible grabbed Zhuozhuo's wrist. Zhuozhuo stared at it intently, but saw nothing.
Before Zhuozhuo could savor this strange feeling of disconnected senses and vision, she felt a powerful force flowing through her veins. She instinctively pulled her arms back, and when they were pulled, unable to move, she was terrified and pleaded pitifully, "Daddy, save Zhuozhuo!"
The powerful and overbearing spiritual energy in his body, which was flowing freely in all directions, paused for a moment. Zhuozhuo felt someone gently pressing the top of his head. "Don't be afraid, Zhuozhuo, I won't hurt you."
Zhuozhuo blinked and said softly, "Fengfeng won't hurt Zhuozhuo, but Fengfeng is too powerful. Zhuozhuo will be scared when he sees her. It's not that I don't like Fengfeng."
A chuckle came from above my head, "You know how to coax people with your little mouth."
Zhuozhuo didn't know why Fengfeng said that, but she knew how to respond. She said childishly but seriously, "Zhuozhuo doesn't lie. Zhuozhuo doesn't deceive or trick people. Fengfeng, don't listen to other people's nonsense."
9972 chimed in enthusiastically, "Yes, yes, Zhuozhuo is the best baby. She never tries to coax anyone. She always speaks the truth and keeps her word."
The next second, 9972 realized the barrier encircling it had thickened even further. This time, not only could it not contact Zhuozhuo, it couldn't even see Zhuozhuo clearly. It was like having noise-canceling headphones in its ears and having 800 degrees of myopia and 800 degrees of astigmatism.
9972 was stunned for a long time before, [Huh?]
[ah? ? ]
What's going on? Who are you? Come out and speak! Don't you think you've gone too far? Zhuozhuo is my host, and I'm the baby's system. We're soul-bound! No one in this world is closer to her than I am! You have no right to stop me from contacting my host!
9972 was yelling like crazy, but was actually scared because Fengfeng would kill him. He had already noticed Fengfeng's desire for Zhuozhuo and really wanted to take her home as his daughter!
And it, System 9972, which Zhuozhuo likes and trusts the most, is the biggest obstacle on Fengfeng's way to kidnap his daughter. As long as he kills it, everything will be fine.
Anyway, Zhuozhuo is still young now. When he grows up in two years, he might regard the experience of binding the system to complete tasks as his own fantasy.
When 9972 thought about how Zhuozhuo would forget him, how Zhuozhuo would grow up with the company of others, and how he would get close to and trust others, he felt like his entire system was about to break down. He didn't want that!!!
At this time, Zhuozhuo still didn't notice that poor 9972 had lost his freedom. She was curious about what Fengfeng looked like. She said whatever she thought of, and asked in a baby voice: "Fengfeng, can I see your face?"
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