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Sun Lichai only takes two steps back.

The foster father stared at the scar on his palm blankly, a little disheartened.

Huanxin ran to her foster father, took his injured hand, and said distressedly: "Oh, don't fight, the injury hurts, can you sit down and talk?" She turned her head and looked at Sun Lichai. Sister Shenxian, my foster father has never seen the world. I don’t know that you are a celestial person. I have offended you. Don’t you think about it better? Xin'er will apologize to you!

Her eyes were clear and she shouted loudly like a lost bird.

Sun Lichai's face was calm, but she thought of some past events in her heart.

It took a long time for the foster father to come back to his senses.

"With my current skill, even if I am involved in a mountain torrent, I will not suffer any damage. Your skill is so pure that it is truly amazing."

Sun Lichai was tired of similar words, "The poor nun really has no malice, but I need to borrow this child."

"But I don't know who sent your Excellency to chase down our father and daughter?"

"Again, the poor nuns are not malicious."

"Then you know, my little girl can't take this step, otherwise it will be a disaster."

Sun Lichai frowned.

This is really difficult.

If she expected it to be true, then the murderous disaster is the pivot, it is an unimaginable powerful enemy.

This little girl must be taken to the end of heaven and earth, so as to call the Buddha to communicate with time and space and take them to the future.

Now it seems that this little girl cannot take a step out of the valley.

If the supernatural powers are still there, just step over with supernatural powers, but now they have to stay here.

Sun Lichai pondered for a while, determined to settle down in the deep valley temporarily, and waited for a good way to make plans.

"The thing you are worried about, the poor nun knows, it is indeed the most difficult thing in the world. Forget it, the poor nun will find another place in this valley to build a house. In the future, they will have to be good neighbors." Nodded, "Little girl, you can come to find poor nuns when you have time, and I can teach you some martial arts." After finishing speaking, he strayed away without waiting for the old man to reply.

Huanxin stared at Sun Lichai's floating figure in a daze.

The foster father patted her little head sternly, "Silly girl, don't be shocked, go home, and bandage the old man."

"Oh...Foster father, what is the origin of this fairy sister?"

"Why? Looking for her in such a hurry, aren't you afraid that she will tie you up and take you out of the valley?"

"Oh, people just asked, why would Xin'er leave her relatives to find this...this sister."

The foster father looked at the shadow of the deep forest and sighed, "You can't be clean, you can't be clean. Good things always have to be sharpened."

"Hehe, when Xin'er grows up, there is no need to worry about the foster father!"

"You, you will never grow up like this!"

"I'm not growing up, so I have been with my foster father!"

"Hahaha, little slippery head!"

I am willing to be a big tree that shelters the wind and rain, and I always hope that you can bloom the most beautiful flowers.

I would rather stay at your feet like a grass, because there is no such warm hometown as you in the world.

Chapter 183 Life, the Way to the Light

The life of the hermit was hard.

If you want to eat, you need to find a way to get enough, and if you want to eat well, you need to work hard.

Fortunately, the four seasons in Yanxuan Valley are like spring, with abundant rain and fertile soil. You don't need to worry about being unhappy if you want to grow crops.

Before the food matures, the father and daughter have to obtain food by hunting, picking, and fishing.

The adoptive father is a capable person, and when he goes out, he can often get more food and medicine than the two need.Not only that, he is good at discovering some gadgets that can enhance the interest of life, such as finding some plants that can be used as seasonings, such as finding some gold stones as tools, such as finding things such as flower branches for decoration.

Going to the wild with him to live in seclusion will never live a hard life. This is an old man who can surprise people.

Huanxin looked at the pig and rabbit skins hanging on the eaves every day.These are the harvest and labor of the foster father.

The furs of various animals have left their flesh and bones, and are propped up by bamboo branches, exuding a weird smell, between decay and blood, while the fur looks rather embarrassed, like a disabled person who is struggling to walk on utensils-Ruo said Everything is alive. Leathers will never be satisfied with their state. The wind and rain will dry up a little bit, but they will be forcibly stretched out. They will have to be classified as artifacts in the future, constantly worn out, Eat ashes daily.

Huanxin can almost feel the depressed pain.

So she begged her foster father not to kill small animals.

The foster father is an opportunist. He will not let go of all the gains and hunts in front of him. He depends entirely on how many unlucky beasts he encounters. He has always dismissed only what he needs.

"I'll beat more and make bacon and bacon, which can be stored in the future... The leather can be sewn into furnishings and furniture..." The adoptive father just thinks that the little girl is ignorant, and the primitive life depends on careful accumulation of supplies to survive. So he went on to popularize life principles for his adopted daughters.

"No, Xin'er just feels that even though they are beasts, they also have a family. If you lose one, you will feel sad..."

The adoptive father was a little unnatural, and he smiled forcefully, "The adoptive father will go and put these beasts together. It won't be sad if they are tidy."

Huanxin couldn't laugh or cry, "Foster father, why are you doing this."

"Okay, Xin'er, it is the old man who is too used to you on weekdays. As a martial artist, there is no reason not to kill. You are kind by nature and weak tempered. In the future, facing the enemy, I am afraid it is not the courage to draw the sword. Nothing!" The foster father finally settled, he realized that he lacked a big part of Huanxin's education, and she needed to see blood!

"The foster father will go to the woods to catch a few rabbits. You kill them all, skin them, chop them into pieces, and the old man will eat roast rabbit meat at night."

For Huanxin, this is like a bolt from the blue, "Foster father I was wrong! Go around Xin'er this time! Just be careful not to say anything, OK?"

The foster father became more and more disappointed, "Child, remember that you can be kind, but you can't be hypocritical or cowardly.

"The old man told you to kill rabbits, and you still pushed three and four, why? In fact, you don't like these beasts at all, you just think you can't see blood.

"I thought that if I couldn't see it, I could be clean forever, just like those bald donkeys, talking about three clean meats, bah! So big words! Possessive.

"As the saying goes, I don't kill Boren, and Boren died because of me. To kill is to kill! How can anyone think that if you don't have blood, you don't count as killing? Is it possible that the knife in your hand killed him? Haha! Daji!

"You are waiting here! Don't walk around, the old man will go and see the trap laid last night, and you will kill everything you catch."

The words of the adoptive father were so mean and cold. Even Frost Blade and Snow Sword couldn’t hurt people more. After listening to it, the spirit of the whole person was emptied, as if the words were like a wind, making her humble and naive soul Leaving the fleshy shell and drifting in the boundless empty and dim high altitude, she felt so cold.

The foster father was indeed a believer. He said he came back with rabbits, but he really came back with three rabbits, one big and two small.

"Kill!" The foster father's words were beyond doubt.

Well, if you tell me to kill, of course I will kill, I abandon goodness, I abandon sympathy, let me become like those wicked people.

Huanxin looked at the three hares curled up into a pair, their gray hair, dirty, and smelly, how ugly, but their eyes, the big rabbit squinted, shivering and holding two small rabbits. In the arms.