Qiu Xinan asked excitedly: "I, can I... touch your head?"

His hand could hardly be controlled to stretch out. He wanted to touch Xiao Baozi's forehead and what the bones of the Nine Emperor's fate looked like.

Qiu Xinan is a Feng Shui master and a cultivator. In addition to being able to read Feng Shui, he also knows how to look at faces and faces, and also makes good at touching bones and measuring characters.

When professionals specializing in certain industries see rare and rare things, they will be excited to see their wives and children, because those things may be unseen in their lifetime.

Xiao Baozi snorted in a coquettish way: "No, my dad said there are only three people in this world who can touch my head."

“Which three?”

Xiao Baozi raised his head and said with a straight face: "One is my mother...my mother, one is my father, and the other is my future wife."

His father said that as a demon crown prince, he must have majesty. His head cannot be touched by anyone casually. Only his mother and him, as well as his future wife, can touch it.

Of course, if you have children after getting married, your children can also be touched.

But others, hum, whoever dares to touch his head will break his hand.

Qiu Xinan slowly squatted in front of the little bun, whispering as if he was afraid that he would run: "I'll just touch it, just..."

Xiao Baozi curled his lips and looked at Qiu Xinan with contempt: "No, you haven't answered my question yet. What were you doing just now?"

Qiu Xinan arrived quickly: "I was practicing qigong just now. Do you want to learn? As long as you ask me to touch my forehead, I promise to teach you every day. You... are the child living here, right?"

Xiao Baozi snorted again, "Is he the foolish person?"

"I don't care. I just think you're so funny, so I just ask, are you such an inexplicable person when you are a master?"

Qiu Xinan was about to kneel down for him. The destiny of the Nine Emperors is a destiny that is rare in a thousand years. I finally met it today. If I didn’t touch it, he would not be willing to die.

"Please, just touch it..."

As he said that, Qiu Xinan reached out and planned to forcefully touch Xiao Baozi's forehead.

As a result, before I even touched it, I was grabbed by a white and weak little guy and grabbed a finger.

Xiao Baozi frowned and said fiercely: "Everyone said that you don't touch my head. Are you having any ear problems?"

"I...I..." Qiu Xinan originally thought that it was a child. How strong could he have to grab one of his fingers? He pulled it out with a slight pull.

result--

I didn't come out...

Two strokes, but didn't come out...

Three times, he used all his strength but still did not move at all, which made Qiu Xinan scratch his head...

Xiao Baozi tilted his head and looked at him, smashing him, smashing him, "You are so pitiful, you have ear problems, and your arms are also... "

"I, I...you..." Qiu Xinan felt that his right index finger had been scratched and started to hurt and had a fever. He looked at the little bun in disbelief, with a big question mark on his face: What kind of bun are you?

It's just a four-year-old baby, and it's too embarrassing to make him move.

Qiu Xinan had no choice but to use his foundation-building stage cultivation to attack Xiao Baozi's claws, hoping that this would make him let go.

He thought to himself that it was embarrassing to use magic to a child.
Chapter completed!