49: Between Master and Disciple

Between Master and Disciple

Looking at the man speaking gently to the Clown Bird, I was quite envious. A magazine had said that most men who loved animals were good people who loved their wives. Moreover, this man was so handsome and handsome, so his appearance would definitely not be inferior. 2

The Clown bird's simple mind was obviously unable to understand the man's good intentions. It probably thought that this huge Mo body was going to be disadvantageous to it, so other than screaming, it used its ugly mouth to peck at the man's palm and fingers, almost breaking the man's skin.

"Master, don't bother with this bird. It has n' t even started its transformation. How could it understand Master's teachings and let me kill it?"

A young voice said. The man looked at the girl beside him and said indifferently," Luan'er, all things have spirits and wisdom. It does n' t have any hostility towards me, but it's afraid that I will hurt it. No wonder it's a weak bird."

As if to prove the man's words, The Clown Bird used even more strength to deal with the man's palm. Finally, it fiercely pecked the man's palm with blood.

"Master, your hand is broken!" The girl in pink cried out in alarm and slapped the little bird's head in disgust.

The man didn't care about the bleeding hand. Instead, he gently grabbed the girl's arm." Luan'er, I' ve told you so many times. Don't be insidious. Have you forgotten?"

The girl in pink raised her face. It was a round and cute face. I looked a little familiar, but I saw that the pupils in the girl's watery eyes were not black but blood-red, giving her a strange feeling.

The girl said aggrievedly," Master, you don't care about Luan' er anymore, do you?" "Ever since Master took in Luan'er, you have n' t scolded me like this!"

The man sighed helplessly. He reached out and stroked the girl's silky hair. The wound in his palm had already healed itself, and there was no trace of it.

At first, The Clown Bird was still fighting hard against the man's palm, but this time, the man was on guard. No matter how it attacked, it was useless.

The Clown Bird was like a gambler. He had finally exhausted all his strength and lay in the man's hands with a thud. His stomach was bulging like a frog.

Hahaha, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. This bird was too ugly and stupid. Even an ugly duckling could n' t be more ugly than it. Not to mention that it was so annoying, it was still very ferocious. It clearly didn't have any power, but it was really funny to make such a vicious appearance.

I didn' t know if my laughter had alarmed something. All the scenery suddenly turned dark and then slowly recovered. This time, I seemed to be in another palace.

Although the palace was very large, it was simple and unadorned. The color was also simple white. Luan'er, who was also dressed in white, was writing something on a large piece of paper. Although she was very focused on it, her brows were furrowed as if she was unhappy.

As it was written, Luan'er threw the pen aside and muttered to herself," Master is biased. I was the one who came first. Junior Sister, what Junior Sister is it? Is n' t it the Clown Bird!"

As if to prove what she said, there were ear-piercing cries in the room next door. Luan'er stood up impatiently and walked over. She soon returned with a child wrapped in a quilt in her arms.

When I saw that child was really ugly, he didn't even talk about his hair. His skin was red and wrinkled. He was really ugly!

Luan'er looked at the child in her arms and complained angrily," It's all you. Master doesn't even like me anymore. Not only did you punish me for copying scriptures, but you even let me look at you. You really hate it!"

As if knowing that Luan'er did n' t like her, the ugly child started to cry again. Her cries were different from those of ordinary children, occasionally mixed with sharp cries.

I took a closer look at the Clown child. He looked very familiar, especially the sparse red hair. Wasn't this the Clown bird?

He had actually become a human now? However, even if he had become a human, it was still so ugly. I secretly complained in my heart

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"Don't cry, do n' t cry. It's so noisy. If you' re crying, just hit you!" Although she tried her best to look after the child, Luan'er obviously hated her and was especially impatient. The result was naturally the opposite. The child cried even more!

"Cry again! "If you cry again, I'll throw you to the Redwater River!" Luan'er angrily roared at the child. The child did n' t care about her actions. Not only did she start crying, she even wet her clothes.

Luan'er screamed as she threw the child out of her arms. Seeing that the unlucky child's head was about to land on the hard marble floor, I suddenly felt the world spinning and my entire body fell into an endless abyss.

"Ah!" I desperately waved my arms, trying to save me from the nightmare, and then I was carried into my arms.

"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao, what's wrong with you?" My father's call woke me up. I opened my eyes hesitantly and found that I was lying on the ground in front of the cabinet. The door of the cabinet was still closed and nothing unusual happened.

"What's wrong with Xiao Tao?" Mom also walked in from outside and looked at me with concern. Dad seemed to have suddenly realized something and pushed me away from his embrace." You child isn't careful. Look at what this is!"

My father gave me something. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My father meant that I was hit in the head by this bronze pumpkin, which was why I lay on the ground.

Was there a mistake? I had never seen the existence of this thing, okay? But what made me depressed was that I almost immediately felt a big bag on my forehead. This, it was clearly not there.

His father helped me up from the ground, and then he and his mother finished cleaning the bedroom and my bedroom. They didn't let me do anything.

I could only pitifully rub the big bag on my head as a good baby and sit on the side. What was most infuriating was that Dad didn't take much effort to open the door of the cabinet. There were n' t any green eyes inside. There were only some simple sheets, pillowcases, and other things that were obviously useless.

However, her mother still felt sorry for me. After complaining for a long time, she said that I wasn't careful. How painful was it? She did n' t even have a regular medicine in her hand, so she had to go to the pharmacy tomorrow morning.

But in my heart, I knew that the pair of eyes I saw in the cupboard should be the cause of all this. But what did that dream mean to me?

Since there was nothing to do, I had no choice but to go back to my room to sleep early. My father said that I would go to Tao Family ancestral hall the next day. There was also an old man from our ancestors who had been guarding the ancestral hall. It seemed that it had been fifty to sixty years, so the old man was already in his nineties.

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