The next three days.
Fang Mo are not practicing.
It's not because he doesn't want to practice, but because his body doesn't allow it.
Help yourself to increase your Soul Ring lifespan by plundering the indirect gifts.
Although this method is easy to use, there are still problems that must be avoided.
That is, Fang Mo's current body is only six years old. Even after taking Immortal Herb and Whale Rubber, the strength is far from enough.
Age has become his biggest limitation.
Follow the timeline in the original work.
At this time, Little Scumbag is still nursing, and he is not yet old enough to walk.
Logically speaking.
Fang Mo There is still plenty of time, so there is no need to be in such a hurry.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Fang Mo is taking it one step at a time.
Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well has been collected, followed by Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud of the Heaven Dou Empire, and Asura of Slaughter City.
But now he still has a question, whether Little Scumbag was brought here by Xiu Shenluo.
If Asura God really brought it here, the inheritance of Asura God would be a bit difficult to handle.
There is no explicit explanation in the original work.
These are all god-king conspiracy theories specially designed by fan fiction authors for the sake of plot.
However, if Fang Mo wants to go for verification, he must have the means to register, otherwise he really doesn't dare to take the risk.
Fang Mo also stopped thinking about it.
When the time comes the next day.
Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
Pope In the study room.
At this time, Pope Bibi Dong had not slept well for two days.
To be precise.
Ever since she returned from delivering medicine to Fang Mo that night, she had not had a full night's sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, the scene of that night would appear in her mind.
The big bed that night.
My future self and my daughter Qian Renxue are sleeping quietly on Fang Mo's bed.
And Bibi Dong didn't know what was going on, but he always felt uncomfortable.
Whenever she thinks about this, Fang Mo will appear in her mind.
Fang Mo also called her teacher.
Bibi Dong suddenly clenched the official document in his hand, and the paper made a slight crinkling sound.
She lowered her head, took a deep breath, and tried to expel the figure of Fang Mo from her mind.
But this didn't work.
It can't be evicted at all.
That figure was like a nail, nailed into her consciousness.
After that night, Bibi Dong discovered something that made her extremely uneasy. She found that her feelings towards Fang Mo had changed.
It's not that it's getting worse.
But it has become... different.
When exactly it started, even she herself was not sure.
Bibi Dong pushed the official document aside, leaned back on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.
She raised her hand and pressed her temples with her thumb and index finger.
It's jumping there.
It's not because of fatigue.
It was because of an uncontrollable emotion that made her feel extremely irritable.
That kind of emotion was like a mess, Entanglement on the apex of her heart, tightening tighter and tighter, making her feel more and more tired.
She knows that feeling very well.
It's not that she doesn't understand.
She just didn't want to admit it.
Because the last time she experienced this feeling was many years ago.
She was still very young at that time, and she was not Pope at that time.
At that time, she was still a simple girl, a girl full of longing for the future.
But a series of things that happened later made her completely close her heart.
The scar has scabbed over, but the wound has never really healed.
She used power and hatred to wrap up the wounds in her heart.
She thought she would never feel that way again, she thought she had become invulnerable.
But because of the appearance of Fang Mo, she experienced that feeling again.
Bibi Dong opened his eyes with physical and mental exhaustion, and his gaze fell on the mountain of official documents.
Official documents that usually take an hour to read now take a whole morning to read.
Her thoughts were not here at all.
Every time she tried to concentrate, those messy thoughts would come in like a tide, confusing her thoughts.
She pushed the document aside impatiently, then stood up and walked to the window.
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because in the direction of the training ground, she saw two familiar figures.
One is tall and one is short.
One has long golden hair that shines in the sun, and one has short black hair that makes her walk a little lazily.
Those are Fang Mo and Qian Renxue!
She saw Qian Renxue walking beside Fang Mo, who was slightly bent over and seemed to be talking to Fang Mo.
The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth were slightly curved, a very shallow, but extremely dazzling arc in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Fang Mo also looked up at Qian Renxue with a big smile on his face.
The distance between the two people is very close.
It was so close that Qian Renxue's hanging long hair almost brushed Fang Mo's cheek.
Bibi Dong's breathing stopped for a moment.
An extremely uncomfortable emotion spread from her chest instantly.
That emotion has no name.
If I have to describe it...
It was like an invisible hand holding her heart tightly.
Not anger, not fear, but a kind of instinctive discomfort.
She stared intently at the two figures in the distance, her lips already pursed into a straight line.
Fang Mo is talking to Qian Renxue.
Fang Mo is smiling at Qian Renxue.
Fang Mo also calls Qian Renxue sister.
Bibi Dong subconsciously clenched the curtains tightly, and her nails were about to pierce the silk layer.
She didn't know why she was like this, or where this emotion came from.
She just instinctively felt...
Those two people shouldn't be like this.
Fang Mo shouldn't be so close to others, let alone smile so happily at others.
Fang Mo should treat her...
When Bibi Dong thought of this, his thoughts suddenly broke here.
The thought was about to pop up in my mind, and Bibi Dong was shocked.
"What the hell was I thinking..."
Bibi Dong suddenly let go of the curtains and took a few steps back.
Her breathing became rapid, and her chest kept heaving.
A blush appeared on her cheeks.
Bibi Dong subconsciously raised the back of his hand and put it against his cheek.
Hot.
Her face was actually hot.
Bibi Dong's expression changed.
From the initial trance, it turned into shock, then panic, and finally turned into a kind of self-denial that was close to panic.
No, no!
No!
Absolutely not!
Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forcibly looked away from the window.
She turned around and walked back to the desk.
Picking up the cup of tea on the desk, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Because her movements were too panicked, the tea overflowed from the corner of her mouth, then flowed down the corner of her mouth, and finally dripped on her chest.
The cold tea was poured down the throat and into the stomach, bringing an icy chill.
She placed the teacup heavily back on the table.
"Gui Mei!"
(By the way, do you think it is necessary to create a new book club group? If so, how high should the standards be set for this group?)