Chapter 545
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"Xiaoxiao's silly daughter!" Lin Xi looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with a gentle face.
"Stupid old woman, do you have any information about the two bandit groups here? Don't worry, you can take the Spirit Stones as you like. Just tell me the information. "Xiaoxiao was still looking ahead with a blank expression, but her mind was thinking about other things. "Humph! This time, there is going to be a big battle royale! I don't believe that you can take all the Spirit Stones. I just need to grab a few and pretend to put them in my arms. That's enough. Let's see what you can do. "
Lin Qin didn't notice these thoughts of Xiaoxiao. She collected the information about these bandits in her mind and told them in detail.
"There are several powerful bandit groups in this forest, especially the two experts who are in the core position. I heard that their strength has reached the level of True God, which is Level Nine. One step further and they can enter the level of Sage-to-be. At the same time, they also have the same Sack Secret Method. Many years ago, it was because of these two people that the bandit group slowly developed. The later bandits are the descendants of these two people."
"Could it be that after a man and a woman got married and had children, they slowly passed it down? Then, because of a mistress, a fourth, and a fifth, the two of them parted ways?" Xiaoxiao couldn't help but want to grumble.
"No!" Lin Qin patted Xiaoxiao's head and motioned for Xiaoxiao not to interrupt.
"The two of them are brothers, but not from the same mother. Although they were very close when they were young, just like real brothers, it seems that their relationship split because of a woman. Now, no matter what they do, they have to compete with each other. If one of them breaks through, then the next one's cultivation will definitely continue to break through. If one finds a new wife, then the other will also find a wife. There are many other stories. Anyway, because of the competition between the two brothers, there are more and more bandits in the forest. With the bloodline of two True Gods, they are born with great power and will not easily starve to death. Also, because these women have something from the True God's body, their cultivation will be twice the result with half the effort. Because of this, many women with a little bit of capital want to come over and give birth to a child, so that they can abandon the child and cultivate themselves to become an Immortal. Of course, ordinary people can't bear the power of True Gods. Some women take a step off the wrong path and enter the path of cultivation, which is really difficult for them."
… …
Lin Qin talked a lot about the two brothers. Lin Qin knew a lot about them, which was really beyond the imagination of ordinary people. This subconsciously made Xiaoxiao feel strange.
Xiaoxiao hadn't seen her father until now. Looking at Lin Qin's reminiscence, she was afraid that the person inside was her future father. This made Xiaoxiao curious.
Xiaoxiao couldn't do anything to her mother, but her father could! If it was a father who liked her, maybe Lin Qin and her father would go far away just like that, and Xiaoxiao would embark on the path of cultivation alone.
But … when she thought of this, Xiaoxiao felt very sad. Xiaoxiao didn't know why.
Lin Qin carried Xiaoxiao and flew all the way. The Bandits behind them were more and more afraid of Lin Qin's identity. Maybe Xiaoxiao couldn't feel it, but the other Bandits could hear something from Lin Qin's tone. The so-called True God was nothing more than this. The so-called experts were nothing in Lin Qin's eyes.
The contemptuous look in her eyes and the relaxed tone made it seem as if she wasn't talking about the True God. She was simply curious about a weed on the roadside and wanted to know the most basic information.
They didn't know why Xiaoxiao heard it as gentleness. This was obviously gentleness to Xiaoxiao, not to those stinky men outside!
Lin Qin was a God of Slaughter, a God of Slaughter with a mouth full of vulgarities, a God of Slaughter who would kill if they didn't get along. But now, she could actually act like a normal girl, chatting with her own daughter about daily life. She could hold a girl who had just been born a few days ago and talk about interesting things. Perhaps there was nothing more interesting in the world.
Only Xiaoxiao, who had never experienced these things, would let her imagination run wild.
Do you still remember Littly from the beginning?
At that time, Xiaoxiao didn't know her fate. She thought she was just a simple monster created by humans, an extraordinary child with great power. Xiaoxiao was also studied in all kinds of ways. The great pressure made Xiaoxiao completely breathless.
From the perspective of this world, it was just Lin Qin not caring about Xiaoxiao. Lin Qin was still a God of Killing at that time. It was a mistake for her to give birth to Xiaoxiao. Because of this mistake, Lin Qin only had hatred for Xiaoxiao and crazy killing intent for the world, which indirectly led to Xiaoxiao's worldview being so narrow and dangerous.
When Xiaoxiao tried hard to break her worldview and go to another world, it also symbolized the change of Lin Qin. Lin Qin wanted to care about Xiaoxiao and let Xiaoxiao really come to this world.
And when Xiaoxiao heard the voices and people's instigation, it was actually because they didn't know how to get along with Xiaoxiao. It was just the ignorant way of a mother who couldn't love.
It was also in Lin Qin's world that Lin Qin could create all kinds of worldviews and create things to entertain Xiaoxiao.
Until Xiaoxiao really came to this world!
Lin Qin just got to know herself and Xiaoxiao again. Then she tried hard to learn how to be a qualified mother.
Did she really think that the people in the Lin Family were joking? Was he trying to embarrass Lin Qin on purpose?
No, no, no!
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