Li Xiu'e brought the young man in, raised the curtain to enter the room, and saw the intimate siblings at a glance.
The little prince curled up in his elder sister's embrace, like a newborn puppy, with incomparable trust and dependence.
The pampering in his sister's eyes was like stars, illuminating his eyes.
"Sister Yu, he is the one who wants to see you."
Li Xiu'e's eyes flickered, she felt warm and warm, and couldn't bear to disturb such a beautiful scene, and couldn't help but feel even more dissatisfied with the young man who came rashly.
Su Qing smiled: "Mother, can you let me talk to him alone?"
"Success, mother is in the kitchen, just call if you have something to do."
Li Xiu'e was naturally omniscient, and immediately walked out through the curtain.
She is the sister that the little prince said?
The genius doctor who cured the leg disease?
The young man met Su Qingluo's eyes with a smile and looked over. There was a moment of confusion in the wind, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Xuan'er, brother Lan."
Su Qingluo had expected it a long time ago, smiled indifferently, coaxed the little prince, and taught him to call people politely.
"Brother Lan, hello."
The little prince glanced at the young man, shouted in a childish voice, and retracted his head back into Su Qingluo's arms.
"Xuan'er, do you still remember Brother Lan?"
Surprise flashed across the dull eyes of the young man, and he subconsciously looked at the little prince's legs.
Sensitively aware of his gaze, the little prince tightened his grip on his sister's clothes.
"Xuan'er, be good, don't be afraid."
Su Qingluo gently rubbed his little head, giving him timely comfort.
"Well."
Sensitively aware of the little prince's rejection, the young man blushed, showing a bit of shame.
"Chirp."
The crisp sound of birdsong came from outside the window, and the little kingfisher heard the news, flew back from the forest, landed on the eaves, and listened happily to the corner of the wall.
Su Qing smiled and summoned it with a smile.
"Chirp."
The little kingfisher's plan to eavesdrop failed, it flew in through the window, landed on the young master's shoulder, and looked at the boy curiously.
"This is the green kite bird?"
When the boy saw the little kingfisher, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't hide his shock.
Qingyuan is a descendant of Phoenix and Bird, inheriting the meager blood of Phoenix, and its appearance is quite similar to Phoenix.
You are Qing Yuan!
This baby is a phoenix, a mythical beast!
Stupid ignorant boy.
The little kingfisher complained disdainfully and rolled his eyes at him.
"Have you seen Qing Yuan?"
Su Qingluo patted its little head soothingly.
"My ancestor raised a green kite for transportation, so I have seen it."
Being despised by a small kingfisher Chiguoguo, the boy's cheeks were flushed.
"Since you know Qingyuan, do you have cultivation and spiritual roots?"
Su Qingluo's eyes lit up, and he became a little interested.
"Canglan fire and wood dual-attribute spiritual roots."
For some reason, the boy was quite afraid of the eight-year-old girl in front of him, and his expression was very respectful.
"What is the cultivation base?" Su Qing asked with a smile.
The young man was ashamed: "Canglan is ashamed. It has been ten years since she was a child, and it is only a period of Qi training."
"You have already cultivated, and I will not hide it from you. With your cultivation, you are not qualified to be my apprentice."
Su Qingluo poised his face like a little adult, bluntly speaking, took out a silver needle from the storage ring, while the little prince was not paying attention, pricked his finger, and squeezed out a drop of dark red blood.
"You are optimistic."
She suspended the blood beads on her fingertips, and under the gaze of the young man's disbelieving eyes, she used her spiritual power to separate the toxins in the blood.
After all the separation was completed, the blood bead split into two, one was bright red and the other was jet black, suspended in the palm of the jade-like white palm, which was shocking.