Immortal Creation

"Behave yourself later. Be careful or I'll hit you again!" The more Wang Lan said, the more stern she looked.

Ning Ji felt very sad.

He couldn't help but think of the past.

In his childhood, Ning Zhuo played so much that he forgot the time to eat. He came back late, and only the leftovers were left on the table.

"Who told you to come back so late? Hehehe, you're going to be in trouble." Ning Ji was full and sat on his seat to make fun of him.

Ning Zhuo stuck out his tongue, sat up, and was about to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the food.

Snap.

Wang Lan hit Ning Zhuo with a chopstick, knocking all of his chopsticks to the ground.

"No rules!" Wang Lan looked cold, "There's dirt between your fingers. Have you forgotten the rules I taught you? Go wash your hands!"

"Yes." Ning Zhuo was pale, nodded quickly, left the round stool, covered the back of his hand, and ran out of the house to wash his hands.

Just as he was delayed, the bell rang.

"It's time to clean up the restaurant. Oh, Ah Zhuo has nothing to eat!" Ning Ji gloated and applauded.

"Boss?" Wang Lan looked hesitant and looked at Ning Ze.

Ning Ze looked indifferent, slowly stood up and left his seat: "Rules are rules, and they cannot be relaxed."

"Yes, boss." Wang Lan nodded and responded.

Ning Zhuo stepped into the restaurant.

The child who used to cover his red hand and hurried to wash his hands seemed to have grown into a sixteen-year-old boy in the process of coming and going.

He was dressed in white, with a calm look, and walked in slowly.

Ning Ji and Wang Lan both felt that time was passing by quickly.

Wang Lan restrained her emotions, stood up immediately, squeezed a smile on Ning Zhuo's face, and waved: "Little Zhuo is here, hurry up, I'm waiting for you to eat."

Ning Zhuo saluted and said: "Aunt."

He looked at Ning Ji again and smiled slightly: "Cousin."

Ning Ji nodded, with a complicated expression.

Wang Lan said, "Hey, you are still so polite. Don't be polite. We don't have so many rules in our family. Come on, come on, come on."

Wang Lan led Ning Zhuo to sit next to her.

However, she did not sit in the main seat.

The main seat at the round table was empty. It belonged to Ning Ze.

When Ning Zhuo saw this, he understood the intention of Wang Lan's warm hospitality.

Sure enough, less than a moment after the meal, Wang Lan mentioned Ning Ze: "Xiao Zhuo, your uncle did something wrong. He privately withheld something that should belong to you."

"You are a kind and good child, otherwise you would not take the initiative to forgive your uncle."

"Your father's brother is your uncle, we are a real family!"

When Wang Lan said this, she felt extremely aggrieved and secretly angry.

She knew very well that this was a fabrication! But since Ning Xiaoren had already made the arrangement, Ning Ze could only pinch his nose and cooperate. Wang Lan's only choice was to follow her husband.

Ning Zhuo said: "Aunt, you are right. You are still the closest people to me in this world."

"When I first heard this news, to be honest, I was very angry."

"But after a long time, I thought it through. After all, he is my uncle, and you are my closest relatives."

"As long as you return the embezzled money and resources, it will be fine."

"When have we ever embezzled? That Ning Xiaoren is a complete villain. Do you believe everything he says?!" Wang Lan roared in her heart, and her anger made her smile twisted and hideous.

She suppressed her anger: "Yes, we will pay it back. But it has to come in installments. After all, the amount is huge and we can't take it out all at once."

"I can understand it. It's totally fine." Ning Zhuo nodded.

As he spoke, he observed Ning Ji and Wang Lan.

The prototype of the magical power has been secretly urged to be used.

Unlike before, his current life-threatening magical lotus seed has grown a lotus root node.

The prototype of the magical power made him realize that he could already converge the fluctuations and quietly activate the magical power.

As long as the target is not very powerful, he can restrain his breath to the extreme and do it without anyone noticing.

The reason why Ning Zhuo chose to stay at his uncle's house temporarily was not only because he was under a lot of surveillance in Ning Xiaoren's mansion, but also because he planned to test his supernatural powers.

The supernatural power of life hanging on the thread is that the more you understand, the stronger your control will be.

In this world, Ning Zhuo knows Ning Ze's family best. After all, they have been together day and night for more than ten years, which is no joke.

In Ning Zhuo's vision, a life hanging thread gradually formed above Ning Ji's head.

Unlike the life hanging thread when the Lava Fairy Palace extracted souls, the one controlled by Ning Zhuo was very thin and translucent.

Not long after, a life hanging thread also appeared above Wang Lan's head.

The mother and son were unaware of it.

Ning Zhuo tried to control it.

Ning Ji suddenly grabbed his neck and made a crackling sound.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lan was about to persuade Ning Zhuo, but was interrupted by Ning Ji's sudden situation.

Ning Ji's face flushed and he said, "I ate fish and there's a fish bone stuck in my throat."

Wang Lan snorted coldly and ignored him.

She continued, "Xiao Zhuo, look, your uncle has been in the private prison for so many days. You know the environment of the private prison, it's really not a place for people to stay."

"I once asked to see the young clan leader, but he refused to see us."

"Xiao Zhuo, I just miss you... cough cough cough."

Wang Lan suddenly coughed.

Ning Zhuo hurriedly handed over a cup: "Auntie, please talk slowly, don't get excited."

Wang Lan thanked him, took the cup, and drank a sip of water.

"Cough cough cough!" This time, she coughed more severely.

Because she choked on the water.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Xiao Zhuo." Wang Lan recovered for a long time, and all the emotions that had been brewing before were gone.

Ning Zhuo certainly wouldn't tell her that her performance was the result of his own trial of his magical powers.

Wang Lan pondered for a while and just opened her mouth.

Ning Ji grabbed his neck again, opened his mouth wide, and made a strange sound.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Lan frowned.

Ning Ji said aggrievedly: "I, I was pricked by a fish bone again."

"You are so big, but you can't even eat a fish! You are really good!!" Wang Lan glared at Ning Ji fiercely.

Ning Ji hurriedly lowered his head and put on an obedient look to be scolded.

Wang Lan criticized a few words, and Ning Ji's face became redder and redder, and he became restless.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Lan asked.

"Mom, I want to go to the toilet." Ning Ji said.

The strong urge to urinate made him wish he could get it solved right now.

"Go, go quickly." Wang Lan couldn't bear to look at Ning Ji.

Ning Ji immediately got up and walked out of the restaurant quickly. His posture was very awkward, and when he stepped through the door, he accidentally farted.

Ning Zhuo manipulated the life-threatening situation, causing Ning Ji to stumble over his left foot and right foot. Just after he stepped over the threshold, the latter fell to the ground headfirst.

Wang Lan stared, and just as she started to curse, she was choked by her own saliva, and the coughing lasted for a long time.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to stop Wang Lan from continuing: "Aunt, I guessed what you want to say."

"Don't worry, I will ask the young clan leader for mercy."

"Try to release the uncle as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Wang Lan slapped her thigh excitedly: "Oh, Xiao Zhuo, you are such a good child, you are so good!"

"Aunt thanks you, thank you so much."

Ning Zhuo said: "Let's eat first."

Wang Lan took the initiative to use the public chopsticks to pick up food for Ning Zhuo.

But halfway through, the food fell on the table.

Wang Lan was embarrassed.

"Aunt, you don't have to do these things, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Ning Zhuo picked up a fish eye with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

It was just a taste, but Ning Zhuo was already deeply addicted to this feeling.

Life on the line!

As long as it is used, as long as life is on the line, the behavior of the cultivator will be partially controlled.

Take the experiment Ning Zhuo just did, Wang Lan and Ning Ji both made small movements and made many mistakes.

"This feeling, this feeling... is really wonderful."

It seems that everything can be easily influenced by oneself, as if everything can be under one's control!

Ning Zhuo was deeply intoxicated by this.

"How does it taste?" Wang Lan's face was full of concern, "I made this fish myself."

Ning Zhuo chewed the tasteless fish eyeballs and nodded, with a slight cold light in his pupils, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "This taste... is really great."