Mystery and Comprehension in Another World

Creation November 11, 2002

Day after day, year after year, three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Nalanjie is 11 years old. Nalanjie has become a handsome young man, a talented man, well-mannered, well-dressed, elegant and handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind, and a face like

Guanyu, in any case, looks perfect, but at 1.5 meters, he seems a bit short, but he is only 11 years old, so there is no rush when he is growing taller. Nalanhu, because the life of the Warcraft is too long, has not had any symptoms after four years.

Big, still as big as a pug. Nalan Hu asked many times to grow up in the 'Tian Yuan Ring'. Nalan Jie refused, saying, if the younger brother is more powerful than the elder, it will be very embarrassing. Nalan Jing is cuter than before.

Every day, Nalanjie is dragged around with his pigtails on his head. The Nalan tiger is running around in the Nalan Mansion. The family members are afraid of it melting when they hold it in their mouths, and they are afraid of breaking it when they hold it in their hands.

In the past three years, Nalan Jie painted more than a thousand paintings for Nalan Jing, but Nalan Jing only had one in his hands. The others were all at Nalan Hu's because once Nalan Jing came out to pay tribute, Nalan Jing used the paintings as papyrus.

After using it, Nalan Hu called him Nalan Jing, the little prodigal son (Nalan Jie, the big prodigal son, Nalan Hu, the half-hearted prodigal son). This painting is for improving one's realm. It's a bit too much to use it as toilet paper, so Nalan Hu paints it every day

Prepare delicious food for Nalan Jing in exchange for paintings, so that Nalan Jing is happy eating and Nalan Tiger is happy trading. Nalan Jing doesn’t ask about it. By looking at more than a thousand paintings, Nalan Tiger reaches the realm of God’s Army.

, but now Nalan Hu has also encountered Nalan Jie's situation. His cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he is now at the peak of the divine level. Nalan Jing's realm has reached the peak of the holy level. Because he has not practiced, he has no cultivation. However,

Nalan Jie doesn't want to promote Nalan Jing now because any further promotion will only leave hidden dangers in the future.

Naranjie's bedroom

"Brother Jie, can you help me draw a picture in the room?" Nalan Jing said pitifully, holding Nalan Jie's arm.

"Jing'er, didn't I give you one?" Nalan Jing was also helpless. If Nalan Jing was allowed to look at the painting again, it would be possible for her pure soul body to really break through to the divine level. This would be terrible.

This is not what Nalanjie wants to see. He hopes that his sister will go further in the future and does not want to leave hidden dangers for her now.

"Brother Jie, you are fooling me, your words have no charm at all and are not good-looking at all." Nalan Jing said with her lips curled up.

"Boss, just draw another one for Jing'er!" Nalan Hu also interceded for Nalan Jing. He loves Nalan Jing very much. Otherwise, as the sacred beast of Nalan Tiger, how could he let Nalan Jing ride on it?

Riding here and there, even though she is Nalanjie's sister, the mythical beast has dignity. Now that Nalanhu sees Nalanjie's grandfather Nalan Haotian, he still calls him Old Man Nalan, which shows Nalanhu's arrogance.

Nalan Jie frowned, "Jing'er, brother Jie used to be very good to you, right?" Nalan Jie said to Nalan Jing, who was sitting on the bed and sulking.

"Yes, Brother Jie and Brother Hu are both very good to me." Nalan Jing said without raising her head.

"Brother Jie will not harm you. If you are looking at the painting, it will hurt you." Nalanjie said seriously.

"I don't, I want to paint, I want to paint." Nalan Jing shouted.

"Jing'er..."

"Brother Jie, bully me, Brother Jie, bully me." Nalanjing said and ran out.

Nalan Hu was about to chase her, "Don't go, let her cry. We dote on her too much." Nalan Jie stopped her.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Nalan Hu said in confusion. In his memory, Nalan Jie's love for Nalan Jing was no less than his own.

"It's nothing, don't you know?" Nalanjie asked back, he had told Nalanhu all the sequelae of improving the realm.

"But..." Nalan Hu still wanted to say.

"It's nothing. If I have to choose between crying and a future, I choose the future. If her cultivation level is low, she will be eaten by others. Then it won't be about the future, it will be about life." Nalanjie said resolutely.

road.

"Boss, isn't this too cruel? She is a four-year-old child." Nalan Hu still couldn't bear to let Nalan Jing get hurt.

"It's nothing. I started practicing with my master when I was five years old. Her setback is nothing."

"Who can compare with a pervert like you?" Nalan Hu muttered.

"Well, if Jing'er can go through this smoothly, Jing'er will make a breakthrough. Then I will give her as much as she wants." Nalanjie said with an expectant expression.

"It turns out that the boss still loves Jing'er very much, but boss, can Jing'er break through?" Nalan Hu scratched the tiger's paw and said.

"I don't know either, because I can't calculate Jing'er's pure soul body." Nalanjie said helplessly.

"oh."

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Lunch, in the dining room, Nalan Haotian, Du Hongying, Nalan Wudi, Wan Rong'er, Liu Lian, Nalan Jie, and Nalan Hu were sitting around the table. Nalan Jing was squeezed into Du Hongying's arms, with her hands bowed and her mouth closed.

With bright red eyes, he held the chopsticks and knocked them around.

"Xiao Jier, your sister has been crying all morning. If your sister wants your painting, just give it to her." Nalanjie's grandmother Du Hongying said.

Nalanjie replied while eating: "Grandma, it's not that I don't give it to her, but it's for her own good."

"It's good for her, how do you say it?" Nalan Haotian wondered, doing it for her own good after making her cry, what kind of bullshit logic is this.

"Xiaojie, can you draw?" When Nalan Wudi heard that Nalanjie could draw, he ran to Nalanjie and said.

"Uncle, you are in my sight. Put down my meat, Nalanhu." Nalanjie doesn't want to explain now. How to explain it? He doesn't talk to eat, and he doesn't eat when he talks.

"Xiao Jie'er." Nalan Haotian wanted to get angry when he saw Nalan Jie not replying.

Nalanjie put down his chopsticks and said, "Grandpa eat first, and then explain after eating, otherwise we will not be able to have lunch. This cannot be explained clearly in a short while."

"Okay then, let's eat first. Nalan Wudi will come back and eat for me." Nalan Haotian was not ignorant, he knew that this matter would be very important.

"Oh." Nalan Wudi returned to his seat.

"Jing'er, you can eat. If you can break through your bottleneck, I will draw for you every day." Nalan Jie said softly when he saw Nalan Jing not eating.

"Really?" Nalan Jing asked.

"Really." Nalanjie replied affirmatively.

Nalan Haotian fainted again, "Xiao Jie'er, has Jing'er practiced?"

"without."

"Then what's the bottleneck you're talking about?"

"Grandpa, can you eat first?"

"Yes, let's eat. Let's all eat." Nalan Haotian greeted.