C2 It Really Is a Narrow Path Between Enemies

"Mommy, look! These two are fighting more and more fiercely! "

Two figures, one big and one small, were squatting on the roof of a restaurant. The little boy, who looked like he was watching a show, stared at the two men fighting below with his big black eyes, afraid to miss a detail.

"However, Mommy, I feel that what we are doing now is not too good. After all, how can people who are wandering in the martial arts world not be killed?" Oh, that's not right. People can't help themselves in the martial arts world. If I can help, then that's it. I am already a four year old man. How about I draw my sword and help you? "

The little boy seemed to feel that squatting for too long was a bit tiring, so he decided to just sit cross-legged on the tile and didn't forget to continue nagging.

"But … I can see that the person dressed in black is pretty strong too. It isn't safe for a cute kid like me to rashly make a move." However, that man dressed in purple looks quite handsome. If he were to lose his life here, it would truly be a waste. "

After watching for a while, the little boy seemed to realize that the problem was quite thorny. Should he make a move himself or not? So conflicted. Her small face was deeply wrinkled, leaving only her butterfly-like eyelashes, one by one, as if she was going to slap them into a man's heart.

The air suddenly became quiet. The little boy's face stiffened and an extremely sullen expression appeared on it. He turned his head and asked the quiet Mommy.

"Mommy! How can you not listen to me, you do not respect me like this! Furthermore, the people fighting downstairs are to the left of our line of sight, what are you doing staring to the right with your head tilted? "

The boy's slightly aggrieved voice instantly pulled the girl back from her state of mind. She looked at the boy in confusion, feeling a little confused. "Jing, why are you unhappy again?"

Jing was even more unhappy when he heard that. Mommy's words made him sound like he wasn't sensible at all. He was clearly Number One Under Heaven's good boy, alright? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Jing simply puffed up his cheeks and turned his head away, ignoring Chi Qingyu.

Chi Qingyu raised her eyebrows. She did not care about Jing's temper at all. Her gaze once again fell on the thin figure on the right side. The expression in her eyes gradually became deeper.

Luo Yunshu, I didn't expect to bump into you here.

The corners of Chi Qingyu's mouth curled up in ridicule. Although five years had passed, she still clearly remembered how Luo Yunshu and the Luo Family treated her back then.

Well, that doesn't seem right. After all, the person who had endured all those years ago had long since passed away, and he was just a ghost from another world.

That year, Wang Yingying had watched Chi Qingyu drink the venomous wine and thought she was doomed. Yet, when she left, she did not lock the door. Chi Qingyu's wet nurse took the opportunity to take Chi Qingyu away, but the poison had already entered her body. Chi Qingyu didn't even manage to give birth to Jing before she died.

However, this time, he was happy to be his mother. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mommy, then should I make a move?"

Jing saw that his mother ignored him, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to talk to her.

Chi Qingyu took a few deep breaths and suppressed the hatred in her heart. She regained her calm demeanor and turned to look at the two people on the left.

In the center of the restaurant, a space had clearly been vacated for the two. A tall and skinny figure was fighting evenly with each other; the battle was quite intense.

There was a crowd of people eating melon surrounding the restaurant. Their faces were filled with excitement and fear.

Chi Qingyu glanced at him indifferently, then turned to her precious son and asked, "Then tell Mommy first, which one do you want to help?"

"Purple clothes." Jing immediately became spirited and pointed at the skinny figure.

Chi Qingyu snorted coldly. "That purple clothed man is really powerful. You don't need to worry so much about it."

"Ah?" Is he strong? " Jing could not believe it, but he was immediately disheartened. "Then how can I be so wise and appear in a godly state to save him?"

Because of his disappointment, his chubby little hand had no place to place it. However, he quickly touched the small cloth bag on his waist. His eyes suddenly lit up and his tone became agitated.

"Got it!" I'll poison him first so that he won't be a match for the black-clothed person, then I'll save him. Wow! I am such a clever little ghost! "

Hearing that, Chi Qingyu almost slipped down from the roof and rolled down. She looked at her precious son in disbelief, "Jing, you've learnt wrong! Who taught you such a shameless method? "

"Didn't you teach me, Mommy? You told me that men aren't bad and women don't love each other." Jing blinked his eyes and said innocently.

Three black lines instantly appeared on Chi Qingyu's forehead. These words … He indeed had quite the demeanor of his own. However, he had planned to nurture Jing into a young man who grew up under the red flag. Why does it seem like a small failure now?

"Cough cough, your mommy, I …"

Chi Qingyu coughed in a disguised manner. Just as she was about to attempt to save the failed education Jing, one of her eyes noticed Luo Yunshu getting up and leaving. Her expression immediately changed.

"Jing, stay here obediently for now. Mommy will be right back."

The moment he said that, without even giving Jing a chance to react, he leaped off the roof and chased after Luo Yunshu's leaving figure.

Jing's mouth twitched. He had already gotten used to watching his mommy disappear.

Thus, he continued to turn his head and stare at the two people below who were still unable to part with him.

"Hey, why did we have to fight for so long? "Mommy left in an instant. I don't know how to advise my son before she left. I'm so worried. If it was Grandma Yun, she would definitely tell me."

A hint of sadness appeared on Jing's face, but it quickly disappeared.

The fight between the two men below was nearing its end. Judging from the situation, it was most likely the man in purple who was about to win.

Jing frowned. He realized that he couldn't let the situation develop like this anymore. He slapped his thigh and made up his mind.

Jing quickly retracted his gaze, then lowered his head and started rummaging through his small cloth bag. After searching for a while, he took out an exquisite small bottle from his messy little cloth bag. "Pop!" He pulled out the stopper and suddenly laughed.

The purple-clothed man's roundhouse kick landed on the black-clothed man's mingmen. The black-clothed man wasn't a match for him, so he retreated a few steps before stabilizing his body.

The violet-clothed man laughed coldly and stopped on the spot, looking at his opponent with a disdainful expression.