The baby I picked up after crossing the road became the male protagonist

109 Chapter 109: His past
Holding the porcelain bottle, Yun Qihua raised his face, his big eyes were really cute, but there was no innocence that a child should have, he asked: "Is it okay?"

Sikong happened to not show You Xue a demonstration tonight.

You Xue was a little confused about what Yun Qihua was going to do, just to listen to Sikong playing the piano?
Sikong's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous aura emerged, the pressure that belonged to him attacked Yun Qihua silently.

However, Yun Qihua stood there like a normal person, without being affected in the slightest.

He just kept staring at Sikong.

Sikong and him looked at each other for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

With his smile, the pressure in the air suddenly dissipated.

This was also the first time Youxue saw Sikong Xiao in so many days.

Not to mention, she looks pretty when she smiles.

But this smile was fleeting, and when he looked at You Xue again, he had already returned to that indifferent look, "You go back first, I will play the piano for this child."

There must be some secret between the two of them.

This was You Xue's first reaction.

She didn't believe that Sikong would kindly satisfy a child's request with his temperament.

It's just that she was not interested in other people's secrets, so she left with a curious Xiaobai.

But Sikong actually sat down and played the piano.

Yun Qihua sat opposite him, staring at his fingers without blinking.

When he saw a certain place, his pupils constricted, and his thin lips spat out a few words: "Magic Music Musician."

This kind of fingering is only known by the magic sound luthier, the luthier who once resounded through the six worlds, liked to confuse people with the sound of the piano, and then disappeared suddenly.

It turns out that he hid here?
Sikong laughed again, he played the piano unhurriedly, and corrected him: "It's Xianyin luthier."

Yun Qihua sneered at his claim to be a fairy, "Xianyin, it's not like you."

Sikong was not affected by his words, so he just asked indifferently: "What kind of thing is that? Kid, do you have more knowledge than me?"

"Kid?" Yun Qihua smiled playfully.

"Oh?" Sikong stopped playing the piano, he is very interested in this kid now, "I'm next, Sikong, may I ask who you are?"

Yun Qihua touched the piano that You Xue had stroked under his hand, and announced his name, "Yun Qihua."

"you……"

Even though Sikong boasted that he could bear it, he couldn't help but stand up at this moment. He looked at the four or five-year-old child in front of him, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Yun Qihua, this name can be described as thunderous to people in the Nine Profound Heaven Realm, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is everyone's nightmare.

Sikong still remembers how cruelly he massacred hundreds of people 100 years ago.

For a long time, the ground where the incident happened was pink.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, and his tone seemed to mean that he had lost, "Yes, in front of you, I am the kid."

No matter his age or strength, he was willing to bow down in front of Yun Qihua.

After the initial shock, Sikong calmed down, sat back down again, looked up at Yun Qihua who was calm and not showing any hostility, and sighed: "I should have thought of it earlier, there was turmoil in the Jiuxuan Heaven Realm a while ago, Did you escape at that time?"

Yun Qihua raised his eyebrows and corrected him again: "To be precise, it's because I came out that the Nine Profound Heaven Realm was in turmoil."

Sikong never thought that Yun Qihua would appear in front of his eyes in such a form, he was a little bit dumbfounded, "Did they find you?"

Yun Qihua shook his head, "Not yet, I destroyed the trackers of those old men before I came down."

He couldn't help but feel a little happy when he thought of the way those old men in the sky were furiously repairing the tracker.

Sikong: "..."

Well, even though he was imprisoned for 100 years, Yun Qihua is still the same Yun Qihua, proud and conceited.

(End of this chapter)