Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 352

"Go out?" Once you've thought it through, the path ahead truly belongs to you.

"have no idea."

"Don't be willful."

You have no right to say that!

He wouldn't say. "Shall we go out?"

Is she alright?

"Yeah, my eyes aren't working very well."

"Take good care of her."

"I will, I'll take her to Earth to defy the passage of time!"

"Okay, I'll go out."

I handed her the package, and she gently put down the withered wood she was holding. In her tender eyes, I saw all her hope. "Mother has to go. Mother can't take you with her. There are bad people there. Wait for Mother, Mother will come to get you."

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Stepping out of the city gate, I am still me. The sun hadn't even risen above the horizon when Hu Yong emerged from prison once more. "If Qi Zhi were alive..."

"If he were alive, he would definitely be reading a book, and you would definitely be yelling at him."

Hu Yong let out a long sigh; his aged back could not bear the weight of his sorrow. "It's because my master is useless."

Where are you going?

"Go back to Xiaoshan and carve words for my foolish apprentice."

"Farewell, Master."

He set off, his long shadow cast by the morning light.

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I also left, leaving behind the habitat that resembled a tiger or a cat.

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[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter 141]

Five years later:

I straightened my wooden head and stared at him without blinking. He glanced at me, as if he hadn't seen a living being, and continued to lower his noble eyes, expressionless, his spirit listless.

"Hey, you need to have passion in life."

He blew bubbles, amusing himself, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or depressed.

"You're five years old now."

He slumped down, wanting to sleep.

"Get up." He was straightened up again, and he stared listlessly into the air, showing no interest in anything.

"My dear, don't worry your mother. Are you perhaps a fool?"

He remained unmoved, his long eyelashes drooping without blinking, his small ears drooping low, looking like an abused child.

If you disregard his personality, he is indeed an incredibly handsome young man.

With the spirit of the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains, I painstakingly repeated my daily routine—spitting on him as much as I could: "You blockhead, you're all grown up now, it's time to learn to talk."

The wooden figure had a vacant look in its eyes, as if everything looked the same to it.

"You blockhead!" If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how many eyes the Horse King has.

I put my feet up on the bed, one hand on my hip, and pointed the other at his nose: "I'm warning you, if you don't call me 'Mom' today, I'll chop you up!"

"Who dares to chop my son up!"

"Who dares to chop my grandson up!"

"Step over my dead body first!"

I immediately wilted and patted the wooden boy's "hair" in a friendly manner: "Hehe, good son, let's be good mother and son."

Wu Hui's eyes glared at me like the sun, while Chou Qian's radar-like gaze scanned my surroundings countless times before finally settling on his son. My mother, holding a pot ladle, glared at me menacingly. I forced a smile, my eyes and mouth twitching as I glared back at them. Disciplining my son is unacceptable; this is outrageous!

Wu Hui strode towards Mu Tou, scooped him up in his arms, and hoisted him onto his shoulder, saying, "Come on! Daddy will take you to catch bugs!"

Wu Hui's talk of catching insects usually refers to teasing a tiger.

Chou Qian turned around, his hand spinning 360 degrees, and the wood was in his grasp: "Father will take you to catch insects!"

When Chou Qian mentioned catching insects, he was definitely referring to his enormous creature.

Upon seeing this, Wu Hui drew his Flaming Blade and charged at Chou Qian with the force of thunder: "Sikong! He's mine!"

Chou Qian, his silver hair swaying from his wrist, clenched his five fingers together: "Mine!"

Judging by this situation, hehe—this kid might still end up in my hands. Once your two fathers start fighting, you'll be the one I torture! I cracked my knuckles and looked wickedly at the wooden guy who was almost asleep in the middle of the battle.

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