shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 992 Should I Promise Him?
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Dark eyes looked at Liu Jiru who was kneeling in front of him.

Turning his head again, he looked at Bai Zhi'er, Chu Ping, Lei Hu and others beside him.

Chu Ping spread his hands first: "This kid must be mad."

He actually wanted to worship under Lord Hou's door.

Lei Hu hurried over: "Stop talking nonsense, the princess told you just now, you need to take good care of your body."

Bai Zhi'er's long eyelashes fluttered: "Yes, judging from your current health, you can't be an Asura envoy."

To be a Shura envoy requires not only excellent skills, but also a healthy body.

Because they travel intensively every day.

Sometimes in order to perform a task, I will not sleep all day.

Judging from Liu Jiru's small stature, he would die of illness in Shurawei in less than half a month.

Feng Fuce's eyes were light, and he walked up to Bai Zhi'er.

"I won't accept you, get up, don't kneel."

However, Liu Jiru gently dodged Lei Hu's hand to help him up.

He changed direction and knelt in front of Feng Fuce.

"I have been confused for more than ten years, and I don't want to be a mediocre useless person again."

"My life was saved by Lord Hou, so I want to come to Shurawei to do my part!"

"I know that my health is not good enough to be an Asura envoy, but I can be a military advisor!"

Liu Jiru hurriedly recommended himself: "I have read military books and the art of war, and I have memorized the art of domination by heart."

Bai Zhi'er was a little surprised in her round eyes.

Chu Ping said: "Really? I can't see that you, a weak little chick, can have so many."

Liu Jiru lowered his head, thinking of the past days when he was looking forward to his sister's return, his efforts were like a joke.

He smiled bitterly: "At that time, I was eager to seek fame, so that my parents would listen to me and take my sister back."

"But my health is not good, I have old diseases, so I can't do scientific research."

The officials of Da Chu must be people with sound limbs and good health.

So Liu Jiru does not meet the standard.

"However, I asked my father, if I want to enter the officialdom, there is only one way, and that is to be a military adviser in the military camp."

"I have been reading Art of War since I was five years old, and I have memorized all kinds of battle strategies by heart."

Feng Fuce's eyes were cold, obviously not interested.

His voice was cold and cold: "Being able to read military books and understand the art of war is different from actual combat."

"What's more, you don't even know how to wield a sword, how to arrange an array, and face the enemy's elite soldiers and generals. Are you sure that your weak body is not a burden?"

Liu Jiru raised his head and said firmly, "I won't be like this forever."

"Master Hou, I will never succumb to the pain, I will not be a burden to the army, but to do it, a sharp sword that determines the outcome of the world!"

He bowed his head and kowtowed: "Master Hou, please accept me as an apprentice and give me a chance to practice."

"Five years... No! It only takes three years for Lord Hou to see the difference in me. If I'm still a useless person by then, I'll let Master Hou dispose of me!"

Liu Jiru is indeed a smart man.

Shura Wei, represented by Wan Zonghou, is the head of military officers.

The experience you can get here is more than following the army, and it is more challenging.

Bai Zhier's round eyes were dark, looking at Liu Jiru.

She wanted to see some clues from him.

However, only the determination of this little boy was seen.

Once a person decides to live for himself, his body will burst out with vigorous vitality.

Bai Zhi'er nodded secretly.

It's a good seedling.

At this moment, Feng Fuce turned to look at Bai Zhi'er: "What do you think? Should I promise him?"

(End of this chapter)