The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 34
The morning sun shone into the cabin.

Nannui rubbed her eyes, the fragrance of grass and trees surrounded her nose, she yawned, and walked out the door, her stomach rumbled, she was hungry.

A strong fragrance came over just right, Ye Mo, dressed in a black Taoist robe, with long hair tied up, shouted outside the house.

"time to eat."

"Here we come!" Nannan's eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

Ye Mo sat on the wicker chair calmly, staring at the little girl all the time.

"Toothbrush?"

He raised his eyebrows. After all, my daughter is just an ordinary person, so I still need to pay attention to these things.

"No."

The girl replied weakly.

"Wash your face?"

These words brought a bit of anger.

"Well no"

There is a strong sense of coquettishness in Nannan's mouth.

"Then don't go, did you stay up late last night?" Ye Mo said angrily.

"No!!!" Nannan puffed up her face, and solemnly stretched out her four fingers to swear.

"I made four, absolutely not." She said, her eyebrows raised like crescent moons, and she showed a slight smile.

After Ye Mo stared at her, he turned around and took the bowls and chopsticks for her, and made a bowl of medicinal porridge, which was fragrant and moist, and the temperature was just right. The child's body needs to lay a solid foundation.

Ruthless as the future Emperor of Heaven.

Ye Mo put countless heart and soul into her.

Shenyuan can't be less, the medicine king can just come to two or three plants, it's better to have the medicine of immortality, it doesn't matter if you don't have it, use the leaves of the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, phoenix blood or something instead, the nine secrets can just get a few.

After all, the ruthless emperor created a lot of magical arts himself, so there shouldn't be much demand for them.

Will this be counterproductive? Ye Mo pondered.

This is more tangled. Why don't you wait until you become a saint and release your daughter, and secretly follow behind and watch.

Nannan treasures the rice bite by bite, it seems to be a habit developed over the years.

Ye Mo stared at her with a lot of thoughts in his heart, this may be the habit left by her before her memory disappeared.

She doesn't eat much, and she still has a lot to eat when she's full, so she raises her head to look at Ye Mo from time to time.

His eyes beckoned him to come along.

Ye Mo shook his head with a smile, saying that he doesn't need it, he has enough energy to eat the world now, and he doesn't need these things.

He closed his eyes and visualized the Kunpeng treasure technique, the space was like water, constantly fluctuating, while Ye Mo turned into a roc bird, soaring up ninety thousand miles, knowing the sea.

The three villains are carefully staring at the Kunpeng that Ye Mo visualized, and they are also thinking deeply.

It's still the same problem, the old method is not easy to use now.

The world has changed drastically, but the Dao is constantly changing, just like the version in the game. The version of each era is different, and the powerful Dao is naturally different.

If the current Tao is evolved according to the ancient method, it is undoubtedly a dream.

Of course, the bosses who break the rules of the game are naturally different. What Ye Mo has to do is to break the rules.

He is constantly deriving, the Tai Chi diagram is shining in the sea of ​​suffering, it is constantly circling, the fairy king opened his eyes, and looked through the ages, the chaotic green lotus stopped circling, and seemed to be constantly thinking.

"The secret realm where Emperor Huangtian practiced."

Ye Mo sighed.

This is very difficult, almost impossible to do, the Kunpeng method can only be evolved by him now, it only has its shape, without its root, in the final analysis, this is not something a monk in the four extremes can understand.

Those immortal kings have learned all their lives, and he can't change it if he wants to.

"We still need to fight against the sacred method, or get a few leaves of the ancient tea tree of enlightenment. I have practiced to the realm of Xiantai to develop a secret technique."

If you want to become a great emperor, you have to go your own way after all, and there is no future for copying others. Although those ancient emperors and children were born with unparalleled aptitude, they were also restricted by their ancestors' avenues.

If you don't reach the Great Emperor, you can't fight against the Dao of your ancestors,

This is very contradictory. Except for a very few talented people who have gone their own way, most of them have failed.

Time flies, except for taking care of his daughter, Ye Mo spends the rest of his time on Kunpeng method and drawing patterns.

Half a month passed like this.

All things revive, and return to the silence of all sounds.

Under the candlelight, Ye Mo flipped through the classics to see if there were any clues. He was not in a hurry. In this era, he could take his time and don't worry.

Nannan couldn't fall asleep, she looked at Ye Mo under the quilt, and the candlelight reflected in her eyes.

"It's late." Ye Mo said, he didn't intend to let her stay up late with him.

Ye Mo blew out the candle, and the bright white moonlight shone through the window screen into the house, like a layer of silver gauze, white and clean.

Nannan patted the bed, the meaning was obvious, he wanted Ye Mo to sleep with her, he smiled, the last person who dared to do this has already been in prison to accompany the police uncle.

Ye Mo stepped forward and sat by the bed.

Nannan looked at him until Ye Mo came over, and then she closed her eyes with peace of mind.

It's just that one hand tightly grasped the corner of Ye Mo's clothes.

It seemed that he was afraid that Ye Mo would leave.

"Nannah."

"Well, here it is."

Nannan's voice is ethereal.

"Brother will go on a long trip in a while."

Ye Mo lowered his head, squatted in front of his daughter, stretched out his hand, and held her little hand.

"why?"

Nanni tilted her head, her big eyes were full of doubts.

"Because I want to practice."

Ye Mo laughed.

"Why do you have to travel far to practice?"

Nannan still didn't understand, she was lying on the bed with her small face puffed up, as if dissatisfied.

"Cultivation requires resources, and my brother wants to become very powerful."

Ye Mo smiled lightly.

"Oh"

She blinked, her tone seemed unwilling.

Half an hour passed.

Nannan's breathing gradually stabilized.

Ye Mo stood up, ready to leave.

"Speaking of which, why does senior sister like to wear red clothes so much?"

He muttered to himself, a little confused about this.

My daughter whispered in her dream.

"The color of the wedding dress..."

Ye Mo was taken aback, and stood where he was.

(End of this chapter)