Great Creator

"Well, Dad, look, we have too many human races here, and it is inconvenient for us to speak. Wang Bai who wants to kill me has not dealt with it..."

Hearing this, Wang Bai kept shaking.

Huang Si pulled Mi Shui's face in front of him, and Mi Shui felt that his face was almost stretched.

"Dad, the sixth-generation prosthetic body I use will be strained!"

"Don't try to change the subject." Huang Si smiled dangerously, "Wang Bai's matter, I will naturally let the local officials of Human Race deal with it. Is it a decoration for you to be your father's family member?"

"Daddy hasn't settled your matter yet, why should you manage outsiders? Millet, don't you know that you have to settle down first when you are getting rid of foreigners?"

"Dad!" Millet cried loudly.

The final note really couldn't stand it anymore, and he walked over and said, "Father, there are so many people here, why don't we change places?"

"Row."

A few minutes later.

Huang Si, Millet, and the final note, the three of them sat in the teahouse.

Xiao Er from the teahouse made excellent tea for the three of them. Then, after looking at the solemn and gloomy atmosphere in the room, Xiao Er wisely chose not to ask the guest officer what he wanted, and went straight downstairs.

Huang Si picked up the tea cup, opened the lid, blew the hot tea, and then said to the two people standing at the door of the elegant room:

"Who allowed you to follow up? Get out for me."

Song Hong took Xiao Qiu and stood outside the tea room.

Song Hong was silent when he heard Huang Si opening his mouth to push others, but did not leave.

He followed all the way. Xiao Qiu followed him as usual.

Song Hong knew that he would definitely not be able to beat this person, but this person was definitely not an ordinary person.

Because, the less ordinary people are, the more likely it is to be related to his master.

Huang Si frowned slightly when he saw Song Hong neither leaving nor talking.

He has always had no patience with non-families, and there are only two ways to deal with ignorant people.

"Little Er!" Huang Si shouted.

Xiao Er who poured tea just now appeared on the stairs: "What else does the guest officer want?"

"Where are the idlers waiting to interrupt me to drink tea and help me drive them out."

Xiao Er muttered in her heart that she thought you were together, so she ran upstairs and nodded and bowed to Song Hong, "This guest officer, would you like to change the room?"

"No need." Song Hong said in a deep voice.

After all, Huang Si was lavish, and the little Er thought that he could not offend the rich, so he wanted to come up and pull Song Hong.

Song Hong put his hand on the hilt of the sword, the innate master's aura suddenly came out, that Xiaoer immediately lost his balance and fell off the stairs like a gourd. Fortunately, after all, he was in the hall for many years, and he caught it in the middle of the fall. The railing avoids the bloodshed ending.

Xiao Er's expression was shocked, only then realized that this man was a martial arts expert, and ran away in a panic.

After driving away Xiao Er, Song Hong asked Huang Si: "Do you know Miss Xia? She is my master. I have been looking for her for a long time. If there is news from her, I am willing to agree to all the terms in exchange."

"I don't know, get out."

Although Huang Si's attitude was rude and explosive, Song Hong still didn't mean to get out.

Don't you roll yourself?

Huang Si reached out and touched a chopstick from the table, and pointed it at Song Hong's head.

Seeing that Song Hong was about to be killed, Xiao Qiu suddenly stepped forward and quickly stood in front of Song Hong.

She is not as tall as Song Hong, but she stretched her hand out trying to help Song Hong block the attack.

On the contrary, Song Hong did not react for a while.

I don't know if he is confident that he will not be killed by chopsticks, or is in a daze. In short, Song Hong did not hide.

Stopped by unrelated people, Huang Si only noticed the little girl who had been with Song Hong.

He stopped, glanced at Xiao Qiu, and asked with a little doubt: "Is this kid a fool? Think this can block my attack?"

Millet had always been very nervous, and she had just brought the tea to her mouth. After hearing Huang Si's words, she blew the tea directly onto the face of Final Voice on the opposite side.

The tea in the final tone added saliva, and his complexion was very bad.

Millet rushed to her side and whispered: "Father God didn't notice Xiao Qiu's appearance..."

"You won't find out if you say it." The final tone also whispered.

She raised her eyes to look at Huang Si, and Huang Si had noticed what they were talking about. However, Huang Si only felt puzzled. He asked:

"What does it look like?"

Millet tilted his head and looked at Xiao Qiu, then looked at Huang Si's incomprehensible face, and said, "Uh, isn't it Dad, your family member Zhou Xia? She is the possessor of special power in the heavens, I thought she was It's special to you, but you actually don't even remember what she looks like..."

Millet still remembered that when she heard that only Zhou Xia and Wen Ling had privileges in the heavens, she deliberately visited them both.

Wen Ling is an old man, nothing unusual.

But Zhou Xia is a beautiful girl!

hateful! Privileged beautiful girl! It feels like a major threat!

Millet ate a jar of vinegar.

Now it feels like this vinegar seems to have been eaten in vain?

Huang Si then understood, "It turned out to be like this. I see the family members directly look at the soul. Although the family members’ bodies are all pinched by me, but because I pinched them, I only remember the structure of the cells. It’s not easy to pay attention to looks."

In his consciousness, due to the one-way information flow of the assimilation effect, the souls of the dependents are much more conspicuous than the body, and the characteristics of the soul are also easier to remember. The souls of different people have different law concentrations, and you can see at a glance Who is it? Huang Si finds it very troublesome if he remembers his looks, and he is blind and doesn't remember people very much.

Zhou Xia's appearance also saw her a few times when she first met her, and then she didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking about this, Huang Si took a look at Xiao Qiu's appearance.

After comparing the biological appearance of Xiao Qiu and Zhou Xia in his memory, Huang Si finally compared the similarities.

He nodded: "It looks a bit like if you look closely, but it's quite a bit different. It's not a grade at all."

Xiao Qiu looked a little sad when he heard these words.

But Song Hong was suddenly excited.

The conversation between these three people contained the hope of finding his master, and it seemed that it also contained a big secret that he could not even think of.

"Do you know Miss Xia...? What is her relationship with you? Family, what do you mean?"

Song Hong's voice trembled, he finally controlled his tone, and asked three questions in a row in a hoarse voice.

Huang Sili ignored him, but looked at Xiao Qiu and asked, "Are you Zhou Xia's daughter? Who is your father? Is this crazy swordsman?"

Hearing this, Mi Shui was startled at first, but then she thought about it and felt it was very possible. She exclaimed excitedly: "Is that right? Wow! I seem to have heard something amazing!"

Huang Si didn't think too much~www.wuxiamtl.com~ put down the tea, found the soul star belonging to Zhou Xia in the consciousness space, and then opened a soul dialogue.

"Zhou Xia, do you have a daughter in the world?"

There was a little silence on Zhou Xia's side, and then her clear voice rang:

"Ah, it's a great god! I haven't come to me for a long time, I really miss the great god! But, how can you ask me such a question! How could I have a daughter!!! I have never... ever! You don't know it!"

"I don't know." After Huang Si finished speaking, he hung up the soul call.

"I've asked, Zhou Xia said that she can't have a daughter, and the reason is self-evident." Huang Si put his chin on his hand and told Millie and Final Voice this information.

Millet: "It goes without saying what it means."

The final note poked her: "Shut up if you don't understand."

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