Chapter 932

After the little girl got up, Zhang Han also got up and started making breakfast.

Until Mengmeng practiced for more than half an hour, Zhang Han opened the restaurant window and said on the third floor:

"It's time to eat, Mengmeng."

"Here we come." Mengmeng jumped off the chair in the gazebo, ran to Chen Chuan, and patted him on the shoulder: "Little Chen Chuan, watch my sister fly."

After all, Mengmeng stretched out her hands.

Zhang Han grinned when he saw this, and with a move of spiritual power, he controlled Mengmeng to fly over from the lawn.

"ah?"

Chen Chuan was stunned for a moment, and hurried back to his villa, and shouted as soon as he entered the gate:

"Dad, Dad, my cute sister can fly, when will you teach me to fly, I want to fly too..."

It sure is fun to be able to fly.

Mengmeng felt as if her body was surrounded by soft energy, which was relatively comfortable, and she almost slept in.

"I don't know when I will be able to fly."

On the balcony, Mengmeng kept Zhang Han's hand, and whispered:

"Father, can you let me fly quickly?"

"No, you have to practice by yourself." Zhang Han replied with a smile: "There is a saying that really makes sense. If you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don't advance. The same is true for practice. As long as you practice hard, you can fly into the sky by yourself soon."

"Then I will take you flying."

Mengmeng said with a giggle.

"Without mom?" Zi Yan, who was sitting in the dining room with a meal, said with a smile.

"Take it, who told mom to be the boss of the family, so she can't do it if she doesn't listen to you." Mengmeng muttered.

It made Zi Yan roll her eyes.

"You, don't say that when you go out, as if your mother is very arrogant, isn't she just caring about your snacks?" Zi Yan snorted.

"oops,

How can I tell others. "

Mengmeng washed her hands, sat on a chair and began to eat breakfast.

Daily and Ziyan skinned, and went out to practice fireball after breakfast.

Usually, when Zhang Han cleans up the dishes, he and Zi Yan go to accompany Mengmeng.

Like a flame on a small fingernail, it gradually becomes the size of a thumb, then the size of a fist, and finally...

Whoosh!

boom!

A fireball the size of a soccer ball formed from Mengmeng's palm, shot forward, flew more than 20 meters away, and hit the pond.

Crash!

Unexpectedly, this small fireball caused great fluctuations, causing more than 20 meters of spray, and directly blasted a depression several meters deep in the pond, and dozens of fish were killed by the shock.

"Fireball!"

Mengmeng smiled sweetly, looked at Zhang Han and Zi Yan beside her: "How is it? Am I good?"

"it is this."

Zhang Han gave a thumbs up: "Such a short period of time, such a big achievement, really worthy of my daughter, amazing."

"It took more than a month, Mengmeng, don't forget, you will report to No. 1 Middle School tomorrow." Zi Yan said with a smile.

"It's only been forty days, such a small flame has become so big." Mengmeng was very proud.

"Mengmeng, let's go, Aunt Xue will take you out to play."

Mu Xue, who was dressed in black, walked straight up, approached and said.

"Dad, are we going out to play?" Mengmeng glanced at Zhang Han.

"Go."

Mu Xue led Mengmeng out to play, while Zhang Han and Zi Yan looked at each other and smiled behind them.

This month, Mu Xue took Mengmeng out to fight for justice every now and then, which was a different kind of experience. Zhang Han followed them twice, and saw that the two of them were looking for troublesome people, so he let them play.

Mu Xue couldn't stay idle, and taught Mengmeng some small tricks, such as fetching objects from the air, striking out a faint cloud of energy with one palm, and some other small moves. Mengmeng had a great time learning them. I also played very well, as if I opened up a new world in practice, and felt that the things around me had changed.

Especially when the little girl heard that Lu Xiong was also a master, she asked Mu Xue to take her there to compete.

Lu Xiong was startled when he saw Mengmeng hit a fist-sized fireball.

Although the fireball is relatively small, the pure energy contained in it made him a little dumbfounded. It is conceivable that when this move reaches a certain level, it must be a powerful secret technique, even better than many sects. Those top secret techniques that have been used are even stronger.

It just looks like she has only scratched the surface.

Lu Xiong is well aware of Zhang Han's horror, and what she taught Mengmeng must not be commonplace.

Compared to Jiang Yanlan, she... Instructor Liu conquered the head of Jiang two years ago, and Ah Hu and Liu Jiaran are also certain. The wedding was supposed to be held a long time ago, but Ah Hu just waited. Instructor Liu plans to hold a wedding on October 1st for one year, and good things come in pairs.

So Jiang Yanlan was playing with instructor Liu in the land of Huaguo recently. To her, Mengmeng is actually more willing to play with the weird Mu Xue.

Except for Zhang Han's family, this girl is not used to anyone, no matter in terms of practice or nonsense, she is more powerful, and she can play with Mengmeng.

"Aunt Xue, that person robbed him, how should we deal with him?"

At this time, Mengmeng and Muxue were standing on the top of the six-story building, looking down at the street, there seemed to be a tattooed man who had been drinking, riding an electric car, grabbed a lady's bag by the side of the road, and drove forward quickly drive.

Seeing this, Mengmeng came alive:

"Shall I set fireballs on him?"

"Your fireball is not good, it can kill him." Mu Xue held her chin in thought.

"Is it because the power is too high? Then there is no need for fireball." Mengmeng muttered in a low voice.

"Uh, yes."

Mu Xue pondered for two seconds, then grinned:

"Aunt Xue knows a little move, called ghost hitting the wall, it's a little move to influence people to make trouble, watch."

While speaking, Mu Xue flicked her right finger slightly, and a little energy lingered around the body of the cyclist. He was riding faster and faster, and the woman who was chasing him looked even more anxious.

After driving for ten seconds, the man seemed to be in a panic. He saw a gate on the right and turned directly in.

Mu Xue dissipated energy.

As soon as the man looked up, he was confused, the police station.

"Giggle..."

Mengmeng couldn't stop laughing.

"It's fun, Aunt Xue, how do you do this? I want to learn." Mengmeng became interested again.

"This will teach you."

Mu Xue smiled.

The reason why she had to think about it for a while was because she was thinking about what kind of small moves could deal with the person below and at the same time let Mengmeng learn.

A little ghost hitting the wall can still play around.

"It's very simple. Use energy to affect his perception. For example, if two roadsides are dark, and there is light suddenly ahead, he will involuntarily run to the bright place. I will teach you the method of using it... .”

Mu Xue pressed Mengmeng's forehead with her right finger, and taught her how to perform it.

"Your dad just taught you a fireball technique. You see, your aunt Xue has taught you so much these days. Why don't you recognize Aunt Xue as your teacher? Let me tell you, little girl, Aunt Xue is called a witch outside. From now on, you will be a witch." Little witch, this is a dao name, how about it?"

Mu Xue asked with great interest.

"Then what is my father?" Mengmeng asked.

"Your father is a big devil, the most powerful one in heaven and earth, the things he taught are too profound, look at your fireball technique, it can't be learned in a few days, practice with Aunt Xue, Aunt Xue will teach Lots of fun stuff for you."

Mu Xue's persuasive persuasion, although a real teacher can't do it, but it's okay to be a junior master.

"Aunt Xue, you have become bad."

Mengmeng puffed her mouth: "You are my father's disciple, you can teach me in normal times, if I become your disciple, you still teach me, isn't it the same? You want to fool people, hum, I'm not a brat anymore , Aunt Xue, you should go find Xiao Chenchuan."

"Eh? You stinky girl, why am I fooling you?" Mu Xue retorted, "I just want to be addicted to Master."

"I start school tomorrow, I don't have time." Mengmeng also started to play sloppy eyes.

"Why do these words seem familiar? Your father always said that." Mu Xue thought for a while, and suddenly found that her master Zhang Han always said that. Outsiders are always pressed for time. To Mengmeng and his wife, Sitting and looking at the scenery is very common.

"Let's go, let's try and see if you learn fast."

Mu Xue took Mengmeng's little hand and wandered around Crescent Bay, which can also be said to be funny.

In just half a day, Mengmeng mastered the trick of ghost hitting the wall.

Back at Crescent Mountain, I continued to practice the fireball technique. Not long after I practiced, the little boy ran over with a gurgle, opened his mouth, and spit out a large piece of flame.

Good guy.

Mengmeng ran over directly, pinching and pulling the little one.

Isn't this annoying.

Eight o'clock the next day.

Mengmeng was wearing a white jacket with letters, black tights and white sneakers, the sky was cloudless and the sun was shining, so she wore a peaked cap.

"We're going to middle school today, Mengmeng, although you have to practice regularly, don't forget to study, if your grades..."

A family of three ou got on the little panda car, Ziyan and Mengmeng were in the back seat, just about to be reminded, Mengmeng replied:

"Understood mom, I will definitely do it if I listen carefully in class. If I pass the exam well, I will be rewarded. I can't delay my study just because of practicing or playing games."

"I know everything." Zi Yan smiled slightly, and gently touched Mengmeng's head, the little girl has grown up a bit after all.

"Of course, I'm not a brat." Mengmeng shook her leg.

The demeanor and tone made Zhang Han laugh again and again.

That's what normal kids would say.

"This time, parents are not allowed to go in. They can only send you to the school gate. You have forty classes in the first grade of junior high school. You and Li Muen are divided into eight classes. It is a key class, there are more than 40 people in a class, and there are more than 1,000 people in the first grade of junior high school, let's wait for Li Muen at the school gate, and the two of you go in together." Zi Yan said.

The reminder is very detailed, Zi Yan is of course very concerned about Mengmeng, whether she is usually at Xinyue Mountain, or going out to play with Mu Xue, she is more at ease, but Mengmeng is a little worried when she is alone.

"I know, haven't we been to the No. 1 Middle School, and we won't get lost." Mengmeng swayed her legs, lying in Ziyan's arms tired.

"You are growing up soon, and you are so beautiful, how can mom not worry." Zi Yan smiled slightly.