Chapter 7 (2/2)

”Don't run, don't run, I'll subdue demons and kill you,” said a three-year-old boy running in the courtyard, chasing a servant in his twenties.

”Master nine, master nine, stop chasing. I can't run. I admit defeat. Can't I admit defeat!” the servant knelt down and begged for mercy. He really can't run.

It is reasonable to say that a young man in his twenties can't run better than a three-year-old. In particular, he is still a God. Although his cultivation is not high, it can not be compared by a child.

However, the reality was hard for him to accept. The ninth young master not only ran fast, but also had great physical strength. Isn't that right? From lunch to now, the sun has almost set, and the ninth young master is still chasing himself.

The nine young masters are none other than Wang Qitian. The reason why he is called the ninth young master does not mean that he ranks the ninth, and Wang Yaoqun and his wife gave birth to such a child.

This name is still because the nickname Jiutian given to him by Wang Yaoqun at the beginning. Usually, it has been called Jiutian and Jiutian. For a long time, everyone also calls him the ninth young master, and Wang Qitian is happy to call him so.

In three years, Wang Qitian accepted everything here and learned a lot. The most important thing is the language here.

Although I speak with milk and milk now, I don't delay communication at all, and only in this way can I have the appearance of a child.

Moreover, after three years of life, Wang Qitian had more knowledge of the divine mainland, but it was only limited to some limited things. After all, Wang Yaoqun won't say many things in front of children. It also makes Wang Qitian know less.

Speaking quickly, Wang Qitian's strength from small to large is amazing. Just like today, a three-year-old child ran after an adult man in his twenties all afternoon, but he was still energetic. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it is true.

At first, Wang Qitian didn't find it himself. After all, he was still young and unstable. However, he was able to eat since childhood. At the beginning, Murong Xueer could be satisfied, but a few months later, Murong Xueer found that he didn't have enough milk. Wang Qitian, who was hungry every day, shouted. He couldn't help inviting two more nannies to feed his son.

Later, Wang Qitian learned to walk and was not idle every day. He was running and jumping all day. He was in good health.

Wang Yaoqun didn't think it was strange after he knew it, because he had already determined in his heart that this was God's grace to his children. It would be strange if he was like a normal child.

”Ninth young master, I admit defeat, you hit me, I really can't run.” the young servant sat on the ground with his legs soft, panting, and didn't even have the strength to speak.

”Uncle long, can't you really run? Doesn't it mean that God is invincible? How do you feel like you're weak.” Wang Qitian looked at Wang long with disdain.

”I said to the ninth young master, I only practiced Qi. In the later stage, I belong to the threshold of those who have just entered the divine realm. Even if I reach the foundation realm, I guess I can't stand your pursuit this afternoon.” Wang Long said wrongfully.

”Hum, I don't care. Don't you always tell me how powerful and great the God is? In that case, you must be pretending with me and saying whether you lied to me!” Wang Qitian pointed to Wang long sitting on the ground with a wooden sword.

”Well, jiuer, don't make trouble!” Wang Long was at a loss when he remembered in a steady voice. Wang long seemed to hear the mysterious sound of the witty words. He stood up and bowed down in the direction of the sound.

Looking at Wang Long's appearance, Wang Qitian looked angry. This guy was really cheating himself. It seems that he must clean him up in the future.