"Yes." Zhao Linchuan nodded, his eyes slightly condensed, "The unification of the mainland is inevitable."
"So those high-ranking gods want to get the last 'food' before the continent is unified."
His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
At his request, the strength of Bibi Dong and others is still only at the level of Level 99 Limit Douluo.
But even so, with the strength they have shown, it is only an easy task to unify the continent.
Because of this, the gods hidden behind the scenes could not sit still.
They want to take advantage of the chaotic period when the mainland is still divided to get enough "food", and at the same time make the mainland's muddy waters even muddied.
Even if the country is unified in the future, it will take decades for the unifiers to reorganize this devastated land.
"What are we going to do?" Bibi Dong put down Star Dust Jade in his hand, crossed his fingers and placed them on the table, looking a little solemn.
She is a person who stands at the pinnacle of power, and is very clear about the ways of these secret games.
"Just take care of ourselves." Zhao Linchuan said in a calm tone, tapping the table with his finger, "With our current strength, we still can't go head-to-head with those gods. We still have some time left."
"That's it," Yan Lingji nodded slightly, "Send a Titled Douluo to lead the team out and show off around Spirit City."
"First of all, we can have an explanation in front of the people, so that the drought situation near Spirit City will not continue to worsen."
"Secondly, it can also block the public opinion in the world, so that no one will take the opportunity to accuse us of not doing anything."
"That's fine." Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, nodded helplessly, and said in a low voice, "That's all we can do for now."
"A-Yan is back." Zhao Linchuan suddenly raised his head, looking beyond the courtyard wall to the distant sky.
Bibi Dong The two of them looked for the sound and saw a stream of blue-gold light speeding towards them from the horizon.
The light spot got bigger and brighter, and in just a few breaths, it was already in the sky above Spirit City.
The stream of light swooped down and fell silently in the courtyard.
The light dissipated, revealing Jing Ni's cold and delicate face, as well as the little girl in her arms.
"Daddy!"
A-Yan was put on the ground by Jing Ni with two little arms. Before his feet could stand firm, his two little legs were already running out in the direction of Zhao Linchuan.
She was wearing a light pink skirt, and when she ran, her skirt bounced like a bouncing little flower.
"My little sweetheart..." A smile broke out on Zhao Linchuan's face, he put down his chopsticks and stood up. He bent down and clapped his hands towards her, his voice rising a little higher unconsciously, "Come here, let daddy hold you!"
"Hug!" A-Yan opened his arms and shouted excitedly.
"Good boy, come here." Zhao Linchuan put his hands on her armpits, lifted her gently, and held her firmly in his arms.
He straightened up, walked to the table again and sat down, letting A-Yan sit on his lap, one arm around her waist, and the other hand smoothed her messy hair:
"A-Yan, have you had lunch?"
"I've eaten!" A-Yan said in a crisp tone, with her small breasts high, "My mother and I cooked together at noon, and made a very, very sumptuous lunch for Aunt Nong Yu and the others!"
"Oh?" Bibi Dong raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up, praising. "A-Yan has learned how to cook? That's great, why is my A-Yan so good!"
"Hehe." A-Yan smiled so hard that his eyes turned into crescents. He twisted his body in embarrassment and curled up in Zhao Linchuan's arms, like a coquettish kitten.
Her voice was a little softer and a little shy. "It was all taught by my mother..."
"Hehehe..." Jing Ni covered his lips with his left hand and chuckled.
She walked to the table and sat down on the empty seat next to Zhao Linchuan. Her eyes fell on her daughter, her eyes full of tenderness and pride:
"This girl learns things really fast. No matter what it is, as long as she looks at it once, she can learn everything."
"It's like this for cooking, it's like this for swordsmanship, and it's like this for Yin-Yang Arts."
"Then A-Yan is amazing!"
Zhao Linchuan lowered his head, stretched out two fingers to pinch A-Yan's soft little face, and said with a smile:
"When A-Yan awakens Martial Soul, dad will announce to the public that you are dad's first heir, okay?"
"Daddy!"
When A-Yan heard this, instead of being happy, he stood up from his arms and put his two small hands around Zhao Linchuan's neck, with an extremely serious expression:
"When A-Yan awakens Martial Soul, A-Yan will challenge daddy!"
"Ah?" Zhao Linchuan was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the serious little face in his arms in confusion, "Challenge daddy? A-Yan Why do you want to challenge daddy?"
"Because daddy is the best in the world!" A-Yan's tone was decisive, without any hesitation, and his voice was childish but powerful. "Only by defeating daddy, A-Yan can become the new number one in the world!"
"Only if A-Yan becomes number one in the world, can he take over the burden from his father after his death!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole courtyard suddenly became quiet.
"A-Yan! Don't talk nonsense!!" Jing Ni's face turned cold instantly, his brows tightened, and his voice changed slightly, "Is it okay to say such nonsense even if you are not dead?"
"Hahaha!" Yan Lingji burst out laughing like a silver bell.
She stretched out her slender fingers and waved them in front of A-Yan, her eyes flashing with narrow light. "Good boy, tell me, where did you hear this?"
A-Yan was sensitive to the subtle changes in the atmosphere.
Seeing her mother's downcast face, she subconsciously shrank into Zhao Linchuan's arms, her voice weakened, and she asked tentatively in a low voice, "A-Yan... did you say the wrong thing?"
"No." The smile on Yan Lingji's face became brighter. She leaned closer, supported her chin with one hand, and asked seriously, "Mom is just curious and wants to know where you heard this from."
"Really?" A-Yan was doubtful, and a pair of big eyes swept over Yan Lingji's face, as if to judge whether she was coaxing him.
"Really." Yan Lingji sat up straight and pointed three fingers at the sky. His expression was so solemn that it was almost sacred. "If I lie to you, I will swallow a thousand needles in my stomach."
A-Yan stared at her fingers for a while, then turned to look at Zhao Linchuan's expression, and finally spoke hesitantly:
"Well... these words... these words were taught to me by Aunt Ah Yin..."
As soon as these words came out, the air became quiet again.