Cannon Fodder Counterattack System Chapter 55: Counter-attack martial arts NP text (3)

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"Are you hungry?" Ye Sinian stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door, stepped into the door, and asked the child in his arms in a gentle voice.

I just saw the magic of martial arts, Yun Buqi has not yet come out of the excitement. He bit his lower lip and nodded vigorously, curiously following Ye Sinian's movements to look at everything inside the door.

This is an exquisite little yard. The ground paved with bluestone slabs was wet by drizzle and looked wet, reflecting the upturned cornices of the house. In the corner of the yard there was a blossoming pear tree, pink and white. The petals fell on the cyan ground, and they looked very beautiful.

"Let's eat first." Ye Sinian didn't care about taking a bath and changing clothes, worried that the child was very hungry, so he strode into the house and said: "Will take a bath and change clothes after eating?"

Yun Buyi embraced Yesinian's neck and listened to him softly speaking to himself, some feelings of sadness and grievance suddenly surged in his heart for some reason.

Although he is more mature in mind than others, but in the final analysis he is only a five or six-year-old child. Others are still in the arms of his parents at his age, but he has to endure the abuse and bullying of others. , Begging on the street day after day, hungry and full, how can there be no grievances in my heart?

When no one can rely on and can only rely on himself, no matter what grievances or sufferings are, he can only bear it alone, struggling to survive silently. But suddenly, a tall figure that seemed extremely powerful appeared in his life, standing in front of you and gently saying to you, don't worry, he is there.

The darkness of the whole world was split in an instant, and the feeling of warm light shining into my heart that I had never imagined before was so beautiful that I wanted to cry.

The big obsidian eyes blinked gently, Yun Buqi clasped Ye Sinian's neck, and nodded obediently: "Okay!"

The smile in Ye Sinian’s eyes is even stronger. He is very satisfied with the very obedient little disciple in his arms. He sprouts as soon as he meets, and wants to feed this thin child to be fat and fat*. Strong.

Feeding, bathing, dressing, sleeping...

Um...Speaking of which, he never knew he was such a patient.

Yesnian shook his head and laughed. He was only wearing a shirt. After taking a bath, the end of his hair was slightly wet, and his long black hair was scattered and hung behind his back, and his hair was like a waterfall.

He sits on the head of the bed, gazing softly at the child sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Because of malnutrition since childhood, children do not look as fat and cute as other children, but the skinny and small faces that are not as big as the palms of them make people feel pity at first sight.

Thinking of the bruises and scars that he saw when he took a bath just now, Ye Si-nian's eyes suddenly darkened, and a hint of distress flashed.

If I were the same as the original owner, how much more would this child suffer if he came a few years later?

His gaze traversed the child's delicate facial features, looking at the curve of his lips that had never been put down, Ye Sinian couldn't help feeling soft, and stretched out his hand to gently lift the quilt for him.

The feeling of raising a son... seems pretty good.

Thinking of the child’s blushing face and soft and waxy eyes when he showered him just now, Ye Sinian felt soft somewhere in his heart. He raised his lips unconsciously, stood up, and slowed down. Walked out.

As the leader of the demon cult, he wants to see exactly which **** who have eaten the ambition of the leopard dare to bully his own children!

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The largest cloth house in Qingzhou City, the wealthy middle-aged shopkeeper walked up the stairs with excitement, and walked quickly to the third floor, which was never for outsiders in the past.

In the spotlessly cleaned room, a man in a big red shirt stood in front of the book table, waving his pen for some reason. His black hair like a waterfall is meticulously **** high, and he wears a jade mask on his face. The cold jade of excellent material is glowing with cold light, blending with the fiery red on his body, which is strangely unique. Kind of chilling feeling.

The middle-aged shopkeeper opened the door cautiously and walked in. His eyes almost gleamed when he saw the man's dress. He walked up quickly with excitement, and bowed respectfully, holding his fist and saying: " See the leader below."

The cold, indifferent eyes without a trace of fluctuation looked through the mask, and the man's gaze fell on him as if it were physical. The middle-aged shopkeeper's heart sank in a moment, and a little sweat came out from his forehead, and his breathing was short of breath. Up.

I don't know how long it took, and I felt the man's eyes closed. The middle-aged shopkeeper only felt his heart loose, and his heart was completely sweaty.

"Zhao Jie." The man's eyes fell on the unfinished painting in front of him again, and his voice said coldly: "How many years have you been in Qingzhou City."

A flash of ecstasy flashed across Zhao Jie’s sweat-saturated face. He clenched his fists excitedly, and said in a deep voice: "It has been more than seven years since I belonged here."

"Seven years..." The man nodded, dipped in ink to perfect the painting in front of him, and said without looking up, "Then you know that there is a man named Li's Physician in Qingzhou City?"

The excitement in his eyes paused for a moment, and Zhao Jie nodded blankly and said: "That man is a liar who has done all the bad things. He is also famous in Qingzhou City, but how did the leader learn about it?"

The man glanced at him lightly, slowly put down the pen, carefully examined the painting in front of him, and said: "Catch this person and bring them to Islam."

I was stunned by the man’s glance. Zhao Jie instantly realized that his problem was beyond the distance. He lowered his head nervously, still worried about whether the leader would be angry because of it. He couldn't help but froze for a while. Realizing the meaning of the leader's words, Zhao Jie couldn't help feeling ecstatic, and blurted out: "Can the subordinates go back?!"

A man in red dries the ink lightly, glances at him lightly, and says: "If this is done, your previous mistakes will be undone, but if it can't be done..."

The unending ending sound is full of endless threats, and the excited Zhao Jie's face is straightened, and he bows and says: "Subordinates obey!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper led away, the door was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.

The man wearing the mask paused slightly. He took off the cold mask on his face, revealing a flawless face.

The long curled eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows on his face. He looked down at the sleeping child with a peaceful face, and a faint light flashed across his eyes.

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As soon as he walked into the yard, Ye Sinian saw a little figure squatting under the pear tree with his hands on his knees not far away, full of sadness.

A trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, he strode forward, and said as he walked: "What's the matter? How come out?"

Yun Buqi raised his head suddenly from his knees, and his eyes filled with tears were full of surprises. Two tears fell in his eyes, and it seemed pitiful if they couldn't fall.

Finally seeing Ye Sinian, who was full of concern, Yun Buqi squashed his mouth, stood up abruptly and rushed towards him.

Bent over to accurately catch the child who leaped towards him, Ye Sinian hugged him distressedly, patted his back gently, and said softly: "Why don't you sleep?"

"I thought... I thought you didn't want me..." Yun Buqi hugged Ye Sinian's neck tightly, his crying voice was full of grievances and anxiety, and big tears fell on his. The neck is hot to the heart.

There was hot and humid between his neck, and Ye Si was startled in his youth, and a few regrets suddenly rose in his heart.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have left while he was sleeping.

"It's my fault." Ye Sinian walked into the house holding the child, and said as he walked: "I'm sorry, I will bring you next time."

"Speaking counts?" Yun Buqi held the master's neck, his long eyelashes were wet with tears, his eyes were red, and his little face was full of tears, looking quite pitiful,

"That's natural!" Ye Sinian gently put him on the bed, and gently wiped away his tears as if he were dealing with fragile objects.

Yun Buqi pursed his lips, and suddenly stretched out his little hand, his little finger was slightly raised, and there was a slight expectation in his eyes, staring at Yesinian and said: "Pull the hook?"

Yesnian couldn't help laughing. He met those clear and translucent eyes that had been washed with tears, watched his eyes full of seriousness, sighed helplessly, and stretched out his little finger to hook him together.

Small hands hooked big hands, Yun Buqi's eyes lit up slightly, and his voice was crisp and clear: "You won't leave me behind?"

"Well, I won't leave you behind." Ye Sinian looked at the child who was standing in front of him who was not as tall as he was. He nodded seriously and said, "May I take you out of here?"

Leave?

"Where to go?" Yun Buqi blinked blankly. He looked at the gentle-eyed Master in front of him, thinking of leaving the town where he was born and raised him completely, and to a completely strange place. He didn't know why. Just a little overwhelmed.

"Wuhuidao." Seeing his anxiety, Ye Sinian simply took him into his arms, holding the child’s soft and fragrant body, and carefully explained: "Wuhuidao is An island with beautiful scenery overseas, don’t worry, there are all my non-Muslim people on the island. You are my disciple. They will definitely treat you respectfully, and all things are taught..."

Listening to Master Xuxu’s comforting words, Yun Buqi’s heart was gradually calmed down. He hugged Master’s broad shoulders, lying on his shoulders, with big shiny eyes open. , Listen to him seriously.

Yesnian's eyes were full of warm smiles. He rubbed the child's furry head, and for some reason, he suddenly liked the feeling of being relied on.

Holding the child with one hand, Ye Sinian walked to the bookcase and asked him to stand carefully on the chair, smoothly spreading out the rice paper under his curious eyes, and holding a brush dipped in ink with his slender fingers. , In just a few strokes, an overseas island suddenly appeared on paper.

"Although this island has no name, the city on the island is very prosperous, and the shipping is prosperous. Although it is not as good as the capital, it is also unique." Ye Sinian's white fingertips lightly clicked on the paper. A very atmospheric city, the child who turned his face to the face of surprise said: "You will love it."

Yun Buqi followed that slender finger slowly upwards, facing the warm light-colored eyes of the master, his heart was filled with unknown emotions, and he tightened his lips. The master nodded slowly under the gentle gaze.