Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"The lord hasn't returned yet."

The little ancestor curled his lips indifferently and continued to eat the fruit.

Lao Lin: "..."

Just like that, this little ancestor still wants to defend the land and kill monsters? Don't be killed by a monster instead of being killed!

"Little Prince, in this way, we will stay in the camp recently, and we will not go anywhere. I will send you food and drink in the camp from now on, so you can practice hard."

Wait for those two to get rid of Hua Yanjue's evil obstacles and make him peaceful, then let this little ancestor go out.

If there is an eventuality, who can take this responsibility? Although this little ancestor is a little coquettish, but to be honest, his brain is still online, and if he becomes a superior, it is not bad.

"I've been to the Zhanyun camp a few more times recently to get you some food, little prince," he said.

"That's fine."

The little ancestor didn't say anything else, just let him practice. Anyway, he is the lowest in the entire camp, and cultivation is what it should be.

He had heard that when newcomers came to the camp, they came here in the same way. First, they practiced in the camp for a while, improved their cultivation, and then went to guard the ground, killing monsters with the old guards.

Then slowly kill the monsters by yourself and become independent.

"Old Lin, you have to be careful when you go out. I was assassinated every day in the camp, let alone you who are wandering outside every day, so you have to be more careful."

Lao Lin: "..."

He is an ordinary guardian, can he compare with this little ancestor?

Those people came here for the little ancestor at first glance, this little ancestor is really... He took back what he said just now, this little ancestor is still too naive, he has a lot of experience!

"I understand, little prince."

"It's good to understand, here, these fruits, you can send them to Feng Tang."

The little ancestor picked out a few fruits from the basket, handed them to Lao Lin, and asked him to deliver them to Feng Tang.

When Lao Lin saw it, he raised his eyebrows. He hadn't forgotten what happened just now.

"Okay, I'll send it right away."

The kindness of saving one's life must be repaid. This fruit is a good thing, and it is right to repay the kindness after giving it away.

This little ancestor still knows how to repay his kindness, but how to repay his kindness with the fruits he bought? Forget it, anyway, these fruits were bought for this ancestor.

What you buy for him is his, and he can do whatever he wants.

"Little prince, you eat here, I will come back as soon as I go."

As he walked out while talking, he couldn't help thinking about who the **** would be to hit the little prince.

And killing the little prince, what kind of benefits will it bring to those people? Could it be that those people think that if the little prince is killed, their Beimo camp will defect to them?

This idea is really strange enough.

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"Feng Tang, I told you a long time ago, you don't want to meddle in those matters, why don't you listen to persuasion?" On the other side, in Feng Tang's tent, Yin Hao was full of anger, holding Feng Tang's handbag with one hand. Collar, asked angrily.

Why does he have to meddle in his own business?

"Whether other people die or not, what does it have to do with you? Why do you have to meddle in such nosy business?!" He lowered his voice and roared.

"Nothing?"

Feng Tang turned his head sideways, squinting at Yin Hao who was holding onto his collar.

"You call that nonsense?"

A person's life, and it's a person from their Beimo camp, and even a little prince, how could Yin Hao call this a nostalgia? If it weren't for the inopportune moment, he really wanted to fight with these dogs in front of him.

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