Counterattack Martial Arts NP (2)

"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.

Having seen the magic of martial arts, Yun Buqi had not yet come out of the excitement, he couldn't help but bit his lower lip and nodded vigorously, curiously following Ye Sinian's movements to look at everything inside the door.

This is an exquisite small yard. The ground paved with bluestone slabs is wet by drizzle, and looks wet, reflecting the upturned cornices of the house. In the corner of the yard there is a blossoming pear tree with pink petals falling on it. On the cyan ground, it looked really good.

"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 you take a shower and change clothes after eating?"

Yun Buqi embraced Ye Sinian's neck, listening to him speak softly to himself, some sense 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 were playing games in the arms of their parents at his age, but he has to endure the abuse and bullying of others. Begging on the street day after meal, how can he not feel wronged in his heart?

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

The darkness of his whole world was split instantly, and the feeling of warm light was shining into his heart that he had never imagined before was so beautiful that he wanted to cry.

His big obsidian eyes blinked slightly, Yun Buqi tightly held Ye Sinian's neck, and nodded obediently: "Okay!"

The smile in Ye Sinian's eyes became even stronger. He was very pleased to see the obedient boy in his arms. The child is very satisfied, and their heart germinates as soon as they meet. The desire to feed this thin child to be fat and strong becomes more intense.

Feeding, bathing, dressing, sleeping...

Hmm...Speaking of which, he never knew he had such patience.

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

Sitting on the head of the bed, he looked softly at the sleeping child on the bed.

Because of malnutrition since childhood, the child does not look as fat and cute as other children, but the skinny and small face that has been slapped makes 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, a hint of distress flashed.

If he is the same as the original owner, and if he comes a few years later, how much will this child suffer?

Looking at the child's delicate facial features, Ye Sinian couldn't help feeling softened as he looked at the arc of his lips that had never been put down, he reached out and gently lifted the quilt for him.

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

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

As the leader of the demon cult, he wants to see what bastards who have eaten the ambition of the leopard and dare to bully his own children!

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

In the spotlessly cleaned room, a man in a big red shirt stood in front of the book case, waving his pen for some reason. His black hair like a waterfall is meticulously tied up 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, giving a strange kind of chilling feeling.

The middle-aged shopkeeper opened the door cautiously and walked in. His eyes gleamed when he saw the man's dress. He walked up quickly with excitement, respectfully bent over and hugged his fist.

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

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

"Zhao Jie." The man returned his eyes to the unfinished painting in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "How many years have you been in Qingzhou City."

A flash of ecstasy flashed across Zhao Jie's sweaty face. He clenched his fists excitedly, and said solemnly: "It's been more than seven years since I belonged here."

"Seven years..." The man nodded, and dipped the ink to perfect the painting in front of him without raising his head. "Then do you know that there is a man who is known as the Miraculous Doctor Li in Qingzhou City?"

The excitement in his eyes paused for a moment. Zhao Jie nodded and said in a daze: "That man is a liar who has done many bad things. He is also famous in Qingzhou City, but leader, how did you know him?"

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

Zhao Jie was shocked by the man's glance. He 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, and realized the meaning of the leader's words, Zhao Jie couldn't help feeling ecstatic, and blurted out: "Can the subordinates go back? ! "

The 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 you can't..."

The unending end is full of endless threats. The excited Zhao Jie's face was straightened, he bowed and said, "Subordinates obey! "

The middle-aged shopkeeper went away, gently closing the door, the inside interiors restore to quiet.

The masked man torn off the cold mask from his face, revealing a flawless face.

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

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. Stepping forward, he said as he walked: "What's the matter? Whh did you come out? "

Yun Buqi suddenly raised his head from his knees, his eyes full of tears were full of surprises, two tears fell in his eyes, and they seemed very pitiful as if they couldn't fall.

Finally, he saw Ye Sinian who was with a worried face. In the end, Yun Buqi squeezed his mouth, stood up abruptly and rushed towards him.

Bending down, Ye Sinian accurately caught the child who was leaping towards him. He hugged him in his arms with distress, while gently patting his back, he said softly: "Why didn't you sleep? "

"I thought... I thought you don't want me..." Yun Buqi hugged Ye Sinian's neck tightly, his crying voice was full of grievances and anxiety. Large tears fell on his neck. He felt warm nin his heart.

His neck was hot and humid, he was startled hearing the youth, and a few regrets rose in his heart.

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

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

"What matters?" Yun Buqi held his master's neck.

His long eyelashes were wet with tears, his eyes were red, and his little face was full of tears. He looked pitiful, "That's natural!"

Ye Sinian gently put him on the bed, like a fragile object. He gently wiped away his tears.

Yun Buqi pursed his lips, suddenly stretched out his little hand, his little finger raised slightly, and a little expectation appeared in his eyes. He stared at Ye Sinian and said, "Pinkie promise?"

Ye Sinian couldn't help but laugh as he met those pairs of eyes. After being washed from tears, the clear and translucent eyes looked at him earnestly. He sighed helplessly, and stretched out his little finger to hook him together.

With a small hand hooking a big hand, Yun Buqi's eyes lit up slightly, and his voice was clear: "Will you leave me in the future?"

"Well, I won't leave you in the future." Ye Sinian looked in front of him and stood besides the bed. He nodded at the kid with a serious expression, and said, "Should 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. He thought of leaving the town where he was born and raised to a completely unfamiliar place. He didn't know why he will be taken.

"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 overseas landscape. On the beautiful island, don't worry, there are all my people on the island. You are my disciple. They will be respectful to you, and everything there is master's..."

Listening to Master Xuxu's comforting words, Yun Buqi's heart was gradually calmed down. He embraced Master's broad shoulders and lay on his shoulders, with his big shiny eyes open. He earnestly listen to him.

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

Holding the child with one hand, Ye Sinian walked to the bookcase and asked him to stand carefully on the chair. He spread the rice paper neatly under his curious gaze. His slender fingers held a brush dipped in ink. Between the pens, an overseas island leaped 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 unique." Ye Sinian's white fingertips lightly tapped the air on the paper. Looking at the city, the child's face turned to surprise.

Ye Sinian said: "You will definitely like it."

Yun Buqi walked up his slender finger slowly, facing the warm light color of his master. His eyes were full of unknown emotions, he tightened his lips, and slowly nodded under the gentle gaze of his master.