"Cun'er, stop!

I have something to say to you for my father!”

As soon as the words finished, a tender child voice came!

"No!"

"Stop first, I'm stopping!"

"You keep going, the child is never stopping!"

"Did you, a bastard, not even listen to your father's words?"

The young monk said in a furious manner.

"Short! Slightly!!"

"I won't listen. If you have the ability, you can catch up with me!"

"Baby, I have to skin you today!

If you have a habit, don’t be caught up with me!”

The words have not ended.

The young monk turned into a strong wind and rushed towards the petite figure.

but!

If the young monk was in a storm, the petite figure would be like a breeze.

It is as powerful as the strong wind, but there is a kind of elegance that is gentle and does not rush or slow.

So much so!

The young monk chased after him for a while, but he couldn't touch the corner of the petite figure's clothes.

Seeing this, the young monk said helplessly:

"Okay! I won't chase you for your father!

You stop first!”

"real?"

"Of course!"

"Can you still deceive you for your father?"

"Come on less!

Have you lie to me less often?

Otherwise, let’s do it. Last time you promised to bring a flying magic weapon, did you bring it?"

"And, last time, you agreed..."

"Anyway, you keep going, I am definitely keeping!"

"Okay!

Look back and see, I really didn’t chase you anymore!”

The young monk paused and stopped.

The afterimages in the courtyard also disappeared.

At this time, noticed the movements of the old father behind him, and the petite figure also stopped his short legs panting.

"What are you running?" The young monk saw his son stopping and leaned over slowly.

While walking, he said:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Can you still harm you as a father?"

Seeing this, the young boy hurriedly said:

“Wait a minute!

Don't get close to me first!"

"Speak something about it!"

Looking at his great son, the young monk was both relieved and helpless.

Who knows how difficult it is to discipline your son as a father who is a genius in cultivation?

Not only is his cultivation level similar to that of him, he is also a mid-stage qi refining cultivator.

But in terms of magic, especially escape technique, it is even more difficult to reach.

After cleaning up the helplessness in his heart, a forced smile appeared on the young monk's face.

"Don't you want to be close to you, don't you?

Why are you still so guarded against your father!”

"Do you still have my father in your eyes?"

"Hmph!" The petite boy showed an old-fashioned look and glanced at his old father and said:

"Stop this!

In the past, every time you showed that hypocritical appearance, I genius knew that there was absolutely nothing good!”

The tight and petite boy seemed to have thought of something, and quickly added:

"There are fewer people who fool this genius with that trick!"

"After all, this genius is not a three-year-old child. Now I am six years old and an adult who goes to school!"

"I know for my father!" The young monk agreed with his face:

"So there is something I need to discuss with you!"

"What's up?"

Said.

The naughty boy showed a hint of curiosity.

After all, my father used to make the decision on everything at home, but this time I said I would discuss it with him...

Didn’t you just think that this genius is already an adult?

Take time!

It's time for him to take charge of this family.

Thinking of this, he learned the actions of the elders in the clan when they were thinking, carried his hands on his back, and a solemn expression appeared on his little face, and he said lightly:

"Tell me!

What's up?"

If it were an outsider, he might be happy to be laughed at this scene.

but!

As a father of children, young people don’t feel anything funny.

same!

Seeing his son's appearance, he wanted to slap hard on his little butt.

Too annoying!

Is this the attitude of talking to my father?

If outsiders see it, they might think that the younger generation is reporting to the elders!

However, the speed of the escape technique is not as fast as that of others, so he can only hold it in his heart for the time being.

"You also know that the ancestor will preach today, right?"

"Yes!" the naughty boy nodded:

"This is only genius who knows it!"

"so what?"

Seeing his son's appearance, the young monk became even more angry.

I am I!

He is my son!

It's biological!

Don't be angry!

Don't be angry...

The young man who suppressed his anger continued to say kindly:
To be continued...