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Although Xihe was much smarter than her peers, when she heard Ji Wushang's words at this moment, she could only stare at her innocent and dazed eyes, blinked a few times, and then laughed happily .

She would never have imagined that the carefree days in Yihua Palace had come to an end.

A few days later, on the deserted road.

Ji Wushang was dressed in a plain white robe, with a bamboo hat, and a black veil covering his face. He was very low-key, and he walked leisurely alone with his rucksack in hand.

Not long behind him, a small figure twisted and followed slowly.

The originally exquisite clothes had been covered with the original color by the mud at this time, and the small face like porcelain was wet with sweat mixed with dust.

The watery eyes revealed indescribable grievances.

puff!

The little thing suddenly fell to the ground, perhaps because she had fallen out of experience, she instinctively covered her face with her hands to prevent being scratched by the gravel.

It's just that those hands, whether it's the palms or the arms, have already been scratched. At this time, there were a few red marks again, which made her nose sore from the pain.

"Wet suddenly I can't walk"

Ji Wushang turned his head and said gently: "If you can't move, stop."

After speaking, he continued walking on his own, without any intention of stopping.

The little thing felt aggrieved immediately, tears rolled in her eyes, she puffed up her face, got up in a panic, and walked again with her short legs crooked.

She chased the back that was getting further and further away: "Wait for me Shishihu"

The crystal liquid fell from the eye sockets, which made people feel sorry and sad.

"Sweet Don't Leave Me"

An hour later.

Ji Wushang calmly looked at the little thing lying in the middle of the road, sleeping soundly, his whole body was dirty and black as if he had been fished out of the mud.

The small face was tightly wrinkled, showing fatigue and anxiety.

The next day, in the inn, a small figure flew towards Ji Wushang.

The little thing pulled Ji Wushang's clothes, and cried tearfully: "Shishihu, don't leave Xihe behind, I will listen to you"

Ji Wushang lifted her from his body, put her on the ground, poked her forehead lightly with his fingers, and said softly: "Let's go eat first, and continue on our way today."

The little thing swelled up when he heard the words, and his watery eyes were full of pleading.

Ji Wushang turned a blind eye, his eyes fell on her smooth and pink chubby hands, the shallow scars left by yesterday's rush have disappeared.

This phenomenon has been repeated over the past few days.

Looking at the little thing who had already eaten three big bowls of millet porridge and was not about to stop, Ji Wushang's eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

In the past few days, he has been measuring Xiaodong's physical strength, endurance, resilience and other physical qualities, and now he has a general understanding.

Generally speaking, although he is too young, his physical limit is similar to that of a seven or eight-year-old child born in a wealthy family.

What surprised him even more was the outrageous resilience.

Ji Wushang felt that the potential of the little thing should be well developed.

Holding the big bowl, licking the bottom of the bowl, the delicious little thing suddenly trembled, shrank his neck as if afraid of the cold, and blinked his innocent eyes suspiciously.

Ji Wushang wasn't in a hurry, he didn't drive a horse or a carriage along the way, he leaned on one leg and walked aimlessly.

Behind her, a small figure can always be seen stubbornly following.

No matter how clean the clothes are before departure, they are black and dirty soon after, and the porcelain doll turns into a mud monkey, like a little beggar.

However, maybe he knew that Ji Wushang would never stop to wait for her, let alone turn around and walk with her on his back when she was too tired to walk.

Even though she fell down again and again, she would grunt and stubbornly get up by herself, fearing that she would not be able to keep up with that figure and be abandoned by him.

She will no longer beg Ji Wushang to stop and wait for her, but will only keep her mouth tightly shut, her face puffed up, and she persists silently and stubbornly.

She is getting stronger and stronger.

And even if Ji Wushang walked away, he didn't really ignore him.

He has been grasping the limits of small things.

Even if the first day is exhausting and exhausting, the second day is still alive and well.

That kind of outrageous resilience, at this age, can be called a monster.

The little thing is almost equal to being created by him himself, and there is no blood relationship in fact, but in terms of cause and effect, they can indeed be called father and daughter.

In nature, all kinds of creatures have their own breeding methods.

If lambs are raised in the same way as wolf cubs, ignoring their own potential and strength limits, the sheep will definitely not live long, and in the end they will only seek their own death.

Similarly, if a tiger cub is raised in the same way as a rabbit, the tiger will slowly lose the potential in its bloodline, which is equivalent to being abolished.

Chapter 35, Dead People Can't Hurt You

Half a year passed in a flash.

Xihe grew up very fast. Although the little thing is not yet five years old, his physical strength and endurance are far stronger than the eleven or twelve-year-old boy in the rich family.