C10 Wipe Dry in the Dark

For the first time, Young Master Han felt admiration for this woman who operated the house by herself. "Sister Song, no matter what you decide, I will support you."

As soon as he said that, the chandelier was extinguished and the bedroom became dark.

"Ah!" I'm afraid of the dark.

Song Xiaowen, who was in pain in her heart, said weakly, "Little Han, come over and hug me. Sister Song is afraid of the dark."

Young Master Han was also a bit angry, it just happened to die out when Song Xiaowen finished talking about her sadness. He came out from under the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, saying softly, "It's fine, there's a lot of electricity in the summer, I think it'll be fine after a while."

At this moment, Song Xiaowen seemed to be floating in an endless ocean, as if she would sink at any time. And Young Master Han's appearance was like a plank of wood, a lifesaving straw that gave her a glimmer of hope.

"Swish!" He sat up on the bed and leaned his head against Young Master Han's chest. "Hug me tight and don't let go."

The night was so quiet.

The air was so intoxicating.

Due to their close proximity, they could hear each other's breathing.

Feeling Song Xiaowen's impressive presence, a certain part of Young Master Han was gradually enveloped in killing intent. At this very moment, it was likely that any other man would be unable to resist trying out some inappropriate things. However, Young Master Han was abnormally calm and didn't have the slightest bit of wicked thoughts!

Slowly, in the warm embrace that she hadn't experienced in a long time, Song Xiaowen fell asleep quietly, all the way until dawn.

Sunlight shone through the window, unaware of the two who were sleeping soundly. A little girl with pink high heels was slowly walking over.

Although he was unconscious, Young Master Han still didn't turn careless. His sharp hearing covered the entire bedroom.

Noticing that someone had barged in, Young Master Han suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of jet-black, mischievous eyes came into view. After blinking for a moment, he pouted his pink lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Bad guy, you're eating my mother's tofu!"

Young Master Han quivered, then got down from the bed.

Song Xiaowen also woke up and blurted out, "Xiao Lin, why are you back? Didn't they go to military training? "Oh, it's the weekend. Mommy forgot!"

With a pout, she threw her schoolbag onto the bed. "Hmph, who are you? Why are you in my house?"

This was going to be fun.

It was already hard to explain when men and women were in the same room, but it was also seen by the girls. Young Master Han had no way of arguing, so he just kept silent.

Song Xiaowen's face was red. Luckily, she didn't do anything over the line last night, or else she wouldn't have forgiven herself.

"Go go go, hurry up and pack your clothes. I'll send you to school tomorrow." The guilty Song Xiaowen didn't dare to argue and directly took out her family's royal decree to overwhelm everything.

Even though she was only 12 years old and had just entered junior high, Song Zilin still knew a little about those shameful things. Her mother was leaning against the chest of an unfamiliar man. She had to find out what was going on when she turned around! However, his mother was still wearing her clothes. It seemed like they didn't play wrestling games, so they wouldn't abandon him!

"Tsk."

With her rosy tongue sticking out, Song Zilin obediently went to the living room to finish her homework. Before she left, she made a face at Young Master Han as if to say, "Don't bully my mother."

Song Xiaowen smiled wryly, worried that Young Master Han would misunderstand, and unknowingly told her about Song Zilin. "I was out there alone after I left the Wang family, I was probably lonely. When I saw Linlin in the orphanage, my heart felt like it was pulled up by something, and I can't let it go."

"So she's an adopted daughter." Young Master Han nodded his head slightly. Song Zilin's standard loli was cute and mischievous. With her by her side, her life would be more fulfilling.

Due to the Ma La Hot Pot being destroyed by the bald man, it was unable to leave the stall for a short period of time. Luckily, Song Xiaowen had some savings, so she didn't have to worry about starving for a while. After cooking breakfast for Young Master Han, he left first, saying that he was offending the baldy and that there was no way to do business nearby. Going out to find a job was also good, so he entrusted Young Master Han to help him bring his daughter.

With regards to this, Young Master Han nodded happily. After eating the breakfast made by Song Xiaowen, he sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. His senses were focused as he gradually entered a state of meditation.

Resting, also known as meditation, was one of the main ways for cultivators to recover their body and cultivation.

With the Thousand Bead Lotus Heart Grass in Chen Qian's hands, it would be unrealistic to steal it from the police station.

However, that would require him to be able to recover to the peak of the 1st level of Refinement.

The most important thing right now was to recover his strength!

His body was drunk on the emotions of dogs and horses, weak to the extreme. Even if Young Master Han didn't occupy it, it wouldn't be long, or even less than five years later, that hedonistic Han Yu might also die from an illness.

If he wanted to change his weak physique, he would have to practice a secret technique that strengthened his foundation and nurtured his spirit!

After searching in his mind for a moment, Young Master Han remembered the technique he used when he first entered the sect. An arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The Great Sutra of the Fool! "Hahaha, with this Great Wisdom Scripture, I should be able to recover soon, right?"

The Great Wisdom Scripture was a very ordinary cultivation art in the world of cultivation. It was so ordinary that it did not have any special characteristics. Cultivators with even the slightest bit of background would never touch such a rubbish cultivation art.

Only a rootless and rootless grassroots cultivator like Young Master Han was willing to cultivate.

Although the Great Wisdom Scripture was the foundation, there was no doubt about its use. It could improve the physique of the bones and shape a cultivator into a perfect Foundation Establishment body.

"The God Transforming Qi, the Heavenly Purging Essence, the Complement Tempering the Heart, the Great Wisdom!"

His palms gradually closed as he recited the incantation.

"Tssssssssss."

A barely audible sound could be heard from inside the bedroom. The fresh air outside the window swirled indoors like a whirlpool. If anyone saw it, they would definitely notice the air swirls gathering towards Young Master Han, visible to the naked eye.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh."

Young Master Han suddenly opened his mouth, as the power within his body instantly shot out. His arms, neck, back … Every pore on his skin opened up, trying its best to absorb the air swirl above his head.