Volume 3 The Eastern Blood Emperor, Murder Without Blood Chapter 160 Duanmu Xiao (Part 2)

The hand of God walked forward, patted his little head lightly, and said softly: "Xiao'er, remember not to forget to study! Come on, let Dad take you to upgrade now, okay?"

But the little boy waved his hand disdainfully: "Dad, you can't be really stupid, right? Unless you are a couple, you can't get experience if you pass the tenth level. And, don't ask me to study all day, I really can't find it now." It’s time to learn something, if you don’t believe me, let’s compare?”

The Hand of God was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Hand of Doom suspiciously. He spends his whole day upgrading and making suggestions for the gang, so he really doesn't know what's going on. Seeing the latter nodded with a suffocated smile, God's hand was a little embarrassed, and then he laughed loudly: "Xiao'er is amazing, your father is willing to bow down, hahahaha..."

If these words came from the mouth of an ordinary three-year-old child, it would probably frighten a group of people. Clear and fluent language, meticulous logic, cooperating impeccable expression, inadvertent arrogance - these are simply impossible for a three-year-old child to possess.

But these words came from Duanmu Xiao of Duanmu's family, but no one present showed a strange expression.

When other babies are only crying in swaddling clothes, he is already looking at the world curiously with his own eyes; when other children are babbling, he has already recited three hundred Tang poems; When the child was a toddler, he was already able to catch flying butterflies lightly; when other children just learned 1+1=2, he was already drawing complicated calculus formulas on straw paper with immature hands; When my child knew that it would rain on a cloudy day, he was already clearly explaining the connotation of the theory of relativity to his mother; when other children were not able to speak Mandarin smoothly, he had already mastered the languages ​​of more than 20 countries.

He is only three years old!

8oo IQ! When the world's authoritative tester got this result, he even suspected that he had hallucinations, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Einstein, the greatest physicist in the world, has an IQ of 165, and ordinary people can be called geniuses as long as their IQ reaches 14o.

8oo! This number has completely exceeded the scope of human beings, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a god.

Later, that authoritative person died in unknown circumstances, and no outsiders knew about this shocking data. As for Duanmu Xiao, he became the pride of the Duanmu family, and was regarded as the number one genius in Chinese history to be cultivated by the Duanmu family. Tian followed behind his ass like an old follower, and was obedient to him, wishing to pick off all the stars and moons in the sky and make him tea.

At the age of three, he was already determined to be the future head of the Duanmu family, and no one objected in the end. Because some people who opposed at first were all blushed and speechless by the little Duanmu Xiao. And the unique insights put forward by him, a three-year-old child, all made the whole family's eyes shine.

"Huh? Auntie, you seem to be unhappy, are you being bullied?" Duanmu Xiao curiously looked at his aunt who had been sullen and silent.

Aoyue Yiren smiled slightly: "Xiao'er, my aunt was bullied by a big villain named Shura just now, when Xiao'er grows up, I will avenge my aunt!"

It's rare for Aoyue Yiren to show her gentle side, or she will only show such an expression in front of this baby of the Duanmu family.

"Sura? Is it the Shura that the whole world is discussing now?" Duanmu Xiao's eyes suddenly became eager, and there was obvious admiration in it.

Just as the Hand of God was about to speak, the Doomsday Flying Eagle walked in and said, "Eldest Young Master, according to the report just now, Shura made six shots in Huangfengpo, beheading more than 80 players who attacked him, and then escaped safely. .”

The Hand of God frowned: "Sure enough."

"Is there a video? Is there a video!"

Hearing the little ancestor's yell, Doomsday Flying Eagle quickly squeezed out a smile, and said respectfully: "Yes, if you are interested, young master, I will fetch it immediately."

"Well, bring the video camera right away..." Duanmu Xiao jumped out of his mother's arms and ran back to the inner hall to get the special projector for the game.

Watching Shura's life-threatening six strikes in the projector, Duanmu Xiao stared straight at the dancing black shadow without blinking his small eyes.

"This is the real man!" Duanmu Xiao once again spoke a language completely different from his age.

"I... will surpass him in the future, and I must surpass him!"

This idea took root in his little heart, and it took root forever. I have been working hard for this goal all my life. Even if one day Shura had reached the peak between heaven and earth, he did not stop his steps.

The woman quietly looked at her child, looking at the only reason for her existence—for the first time, she saw such a bright light in his eyes.

"Xiao'er, have you finished reading? Let's go out and play!"

"Huh! Mother hug!" Duanmu Xiao opened his arms and threw himself into his mother's arms. Mom is the person he loves the most in this world and the one who treats him best. Only in front of his mother will he show words and deeds that match his age.

"Yudie..."

"My name is Beiming Yudie!" The woman interrupted him indifferently.

The hand of God resentfully withdrew the hand he had just stretched out, his eyes were extremely complicated, and the voice that was suppressed in his throat never came out again. She was the only one who could make this mature and wise man show such an expression.

"If it's okay, Xiao'er and I will go out to play!" Beiming Yudie glanced at him lightly, kissed Duanmu Xiao lovingly on the face, and walked out with him in his arms.

The Hand of Doom and Aoyue Yiren looked at each other, showing a hint of helplessness. Beiming Yudie's indifference to the Hand of God is known to everyone in the family, but the Hand of God loves her very deeply and does not allow anyone to reprimand her.

What's more, with the protection of Duanmuxiao, a little ancestor, he didn't dare to neglect her in the slightest.

Tiansha Fengyun listened to Tiansha Shadow's report with a gloomy face.

"Are you sure that Yin-Yang Phantom Star Dragon is Shura's pet!" Tian Sha Fengyun's eyes flashed a hint of ferocity.

"Sure! Everyone present can prove that... I have a video in my hand, the young master may wish to take a look..."

"Crack!" Tian Sha Fengyun slapped the table with his palm, and the muscles on his face twitched constantly: "That means the person who made the announcement to humiliate me that day was Shura!? Very good, really great!"

Tiansha Yingying's body trembled uncontrollably. The young master's anger is usually concealed under calmness, he has never seen the young master so angry.

"Is it enough for 100,000 people to kill him? If not, 500,000! I want him to die, I want him to die to O-level, and then dig out his real-life information and slaughter his family!" There was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and he hated to the extreme the person who humiliated him but couldn't find out.

"Yes... yes... three... three hundred people are enough... I will definitely deal with this matter." The shadow of Tiansha stepped back obediently, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

"Sura, it's your misfortune to get into trouble with the Tiansha Gang." Tiansha Shadow wiped the cold sweat off his body and said with a sigh. To be honest, he is also a fan of Shura. Shura's strength and arrogance are enough to make all men surrender in their hearts.

In Fenglou, Shuirourou watched the young master and sister Xiruo go off the assembly line together with reluctance. In the huge Fenglou courtyard, she was the only girl left alone.

The petite and exquisite figure slowly squatted down, watching the freshly grown flowers and plants in the flower garden. She and Yang Xiruo had just planted the seeds of "Ling Fragrant Grass" and "Spiritual Wood Immortal Grass". For some reason, they grew surprisingly fast, and now they have grown seedlings more than 20 centimeters long.

Shui Rourou gently flicked these dark green seedlings, with an innocent and loving smile on her face. When no one is with her, these flowers and plants are her only companions.

"It would be great if... if I could be with the young master all the time." Shui Rourou thought obsessively.

For an innocent girl, getting a relationship is enough to cover her whole world.

Shui Rourou walks gracefully to the edge of the pool. This is a circular pool with a radius of about ten meters, surrounded by white jade, and the water in the pool is warm all year round. It has a nice name, "Love Wind Pool", and it is also the place where Shui Rourou takes a bath every day.

Gently taking off the palace clothes on her body, a delicate and exquisite jade body is slowly revealed. Shui Rourou's fingers gently stroked her beautiful curves, with a proud smile on her face.

"Master...will definitely like my body." Shui Rourou thought with a blushing face. Then step out of a small jade foot, and gently step into the water until his delicate jade body is covered by the warm water. Soaking in the pool and thinking bad about the young master has gradually become her habit, a habit she doesn't want to get rid of.

The first thing Feng Xiao did when he went offline was to rush to Yang Xiruo's room, and gently carried her out of the game cabin. After putting her on the bed, she gently pressed her right hand between her chests, slowly sending out the air of chaos.

Yang Xiruo's deficient body has recovered ten percent of the time. If it weren't for the disabilities of her eyes and legs, she would have been no different from an ordinary person.

The hand slowly moved away from her chest and pressed it to her thigh, and the power of chaos circulated again.

Um?

How is this going?

Earlier, the wonton power he input would quickly travel around Yang Xiruo's legs, stimulating the vitality of the legs. Now, he was surprised to feel that the power he input was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any waves.

Feng Xiao tried several times, but the result was the same, his brows furrowed, he couldn't understand it.

But a voice in his intuition told him that this didn't seem like a bad thing.

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