The Spirit World

Chapter 412 Love and Destruction
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Are you OK?
I saw you again...

You are always unhappy...

What happened?

Of course you can ignore me... It's your freedom, but the problem is that I also have the freedom to be friends with you...

This is not glib, this is called...

Phew...what...you're not listening to me at all.

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"Ruirui! Is your brother still not awake? The sun is about to burn his butt! Go and wake him up!" The voice downstairs was very angry.

"it is good!"

Her little feet stepped on the wooden board with a clattering sound. Her upward movements were fast and even vigorous. The floor was shaking because of the little thing.

"Knock, knock, knock! Brother! Get up! The sun is burning my butt!" The little girl was dressed very beautifully today. Her white skirt was shaking, making her whole body look light and fluttery.

"Knock, knock, knock! Brother! Wake up!"

The little fellow snorted, and went downstairs trudgingly again, with his two thumbs showing from his little shoes. The little red shoes were pretty and adorable.

"Mom! My brother isn't getting up!"

"Does he know what day it is?"

The sound of people climbing the stairs is much faster than the sound of the little guy climbing the stairs.

"Get up, get up!" There was a child's voice in the room. Although it was a boy, his voice was obviously not open. Whenever he spoke loudly, it was a relatively low and soft sound.

"You little brat! You won't get up until you're scolded! I don't know who you resemble!" He went downstairs again with a thump.

As the boy's room door opened, a foot stepped out. He turned around and closed the door, carrying a very thin stick behind him.

It looked like an umbrella, but the material was rather special. The green stuff was attached to the umbrella, a thin layer. The umbrella just reached his feet, so the boy looked very petite. He had long blond to white hair and a rosy little face.

"Eat this... We are going to help you inquire about the registration qualifications for the Dragon Conference today..." The woman placed a plate of bread on his seat.

"Oh..." He sat down and put his umbrella away.

"Jack... no matter what your grades are, your mother and I will always have your solid support, so don't be afraid..." The man at the dinner table was drinking a bowl of porridge and blowing air into it.

He listened, stuffed the bread into his mouth, as if wolfing it down, or as if forcing it into his mouth, chewing it, and drinking water.

"Is my brother awesome?" The little guy next to him took a piece of bread and chewed it slowly, only taking a small bite.

"Of course your brother is amazing!" The woman next to him also scooped a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of the boy: "When will you learn some magic from me? All you do all day is eat! Eat, eat, eat!"

The woman went to the kitchen again, and the little guy grunted and took a big bite of bread.

"However, it's better to be humble. I don't ask to go to Fran... but it would be nice to find a good college in Wenti County, right..." The man gestured to look at him. He looked at the corn kernels and the light porridge in the bowl and nodded.

"However, I heard that many children are very powerful this year. According to the level of previous years, some children will not show any mercy when they attack. It is really necessary to protect yourself..." The man watched him drink the porridge in front of him in one gulp.

"So, the more I think about it, the angrier I am. Why does that stinky goblin charge two copper coins less per pound for our corn? I heard that the baron only charges one silver and three copper coins, and we only charge one silver and one copper. I'm so pissed!" The woman sat down at her seat, angrily slammed her bowl on the table, and used a spoon to scoop a large mouthful of corn soup into her mouth.

"Control your temper in front of the children. It's nothing... It's just two coppers. We didn't sell much corn. Let it go... You talked about it all night yesterday..." The man said calmly, taking a small newspaper in his hand and opening it.

"Hmph, I can't stand it! We all worked so hard to grow them, and we grew them together. Why? Tell me why?" The woman turned to the man, quite angry.

"If you really want to talk about it, your last name is Nieman, an unknown last name, it's that simple..." The man shook the newspaper, and the people on it were repeating the same action. On the huge headline, there was a big red word written.

"I just can't stand this... Damn it!" The woman was angry and ate the corn soup in big mouthfuls.

"The child is here...be careful with your words..."

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get!" The woman calmed down a little, lowered her head, and spoke hesitantly.

"Okay, I'm done..." He jumped off the stool with the bowl in his hand, then went to the kitchen behind him and placed the bowl on the stone table.

"Go and check if you have forgotten anything... Don't forget it again... It will be very troublesome... There should be a lot of people in the city at this time. The transmission platform will be very tight..." The man looked at the newspaper. The eye-catching red characters made him frown. Some people were shouting on the newspaper, and some were waving their arms and cheering.

"Okay..." He turned around and walked back upstairs, and went upstairs in a few steps.

"Eh... didn't they say that the Giorgios people had already left Tamoka? Why are they causing trouble in Fran?" The man asked the woman next to him without relaxing his frown.

"Where, where?" The woman leaned over and looked at the contents of the newspaper. Those angry faces were shouting directly on the paper. The man's eyes were wide open as if he was shouting, his arms raised high, and the slogan next to him was a striking one: Give me back my home.

"I don't know... But in a sense, only the Principality can be like this... If it were somewhere else, who would care about the lives of the Giorgios people..." The woman turned her head away, looked at the little one next to her, and patted the bread crumbs in front of her belly.

"I'm thinking back to what the baron said. He was born inferior to others and even said that if we hadn't helped him harvest the wheat, he would have told the corn harvester not to harvest our corn..." The woman slapped the little guy so hard that he almost fell down.

"Then we won't help them collect it next time... But what he said was really too much. If I was there, I would have asked that person to raise the price directly..." The man put away the newspaper: "After you finish eating, let's help the boss to register quickly... It's not good to delay it..."

"Do you think someone will come out and criticize this difference? I feel that if we all earn two coppers less next year, I won't grow corn... It's really annoying..." The woman still complained a little, but she was very calm. She just knocked on the bowl twice with a spoon and scooped out the remaining corn soup.

"Ruirui, do you want to eat more?" The woman took a last bite and asked the little guy next to her.

The little one shook her head, she had already brushed off her own crumbs.

"What else can we grow if not corn? The cities next to Wenti County are all high-altitude cold areas. Corn can be dried and preserved for a long time. Longxugong also provides subsidies, so we must grow corn..."

"I want to grow apples...really...apples only have one price, why bother with all the other stuff..." The woman got up and went to the kitchen, put the bowl in the sink, and then put the bowl on the counter into the sink.

"Apples are indeed priced the same, but there's nothing we can do about it... The people in the surrounding cities also need to eat... I don't think Longxu Gong did anything wrong. At most, the guy who picked the corn was a little aggressive and had some issues with his attitude, but that's not a big deal... Just ignore him... There's no need to be so angry with him. Right?" The man took a sip of the tea on the table and put it back.

"When you say that, I really feel so aggrieved... If it were in the past..."

The woman paused for a moment, then took out her magic wand angrily and touched the bowls. The water swirled in the bowls, and the rag also followed it into the bowls and started wiping them.

"What happened before?" The man chuckled and stood up.

"The past is the past, a hero never talks about his past achievements!" The woman put her hands on her hips and sighed naturally. "I know..." The man knocked on the wall next to him: "Jack! I'm leaving, are you ready?"

"Okay!" The boy went downstairs, and his footsteps made the small staircase tremble slightly.

"Let's go, let's go...If we miss this opportunity, we will both regret it for the rest of our lives." The woman watched the bowls fly into the cupboard and seep water.

She put away her wand, picked up the clothes that had been on the chair, and put them on.

"Okay... I'll search for a teleportation platform that can be used..." The man took out his magic wand and drew a circle in the air.

"No... I feel like we shouldn't use the teleportation platform. I just thought about it and it's more reliable for us to take the dragon carriage... It would be terrible if it turns out that only people who are superior can use the magic platform..."

"But I haven't detected it yet..."

"Then you explore first..."

"I think you don't have to be so sensitive. My magic seal has been cancelled. If you care so much, we can just say that we bought a teleportation scroll. Many people buy teleportation scrolls... On such an important day, no one should care..."

The man pointed the wand at himself again, and then at the shoulders of other people one by one.

"Besides, I think as long as you don't use high-level magic, nothing will go wrong."

The boy looked at the staff touching his shoulder. It was as if a black light flashed by and caught his eyes. He rubbed it gently, but it didn't work, so he rubbed it harder again.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The woman grabbed the boy's hand to stop him from rubbing it, but her eyes felt itchy and she kept touching her eyes hard.

"Do your eyes hurt? Don't rub your eyes like this even if they hurt, okay? It's bad for your eyes. What if you go blind?"

"Jack, what's wrong? Are your eyes uncomfortable? Let me take a look." The man squatted down, put his hands on his head, and looked at his eyes, which were almost red from being rubbed. They were tightly closed, with rolled up eyelids, and there were even bloodshot eyes.

"My eyes suddenly feel itchy..." He still wanted to rub his eyes hard, but was caught. This strange itch made him so anxious that he shed thick tears, which flowed straight down like two small rivers in front of his eyes.

“Don’t rub it, don’t rub it… I’ll go get some medicine… see if there’s anything to clean your eyes…” The woman quickly ran into the room, leaving the door wide open like a blatant fan.

"What's wrong with brother?" The girl bit her fingers and tilted her head to look at the boy next to her in disbelief.

"I didn't use any other magic... I just let you adapt to the teleportation array..." The man let go of the boy's eyes but still held his arm.

"Did you just do something, Jack?"

“No…it’s itchy…ah…”

"That's strange..." The man gently touched the boy's upper eyelid with the magic wand, and a drop of ice-blue water slowly flowed down, slowly flowing on his eyelashes, and then slowly flowed into the boy's eyes.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" The man was a little worried, and the woman came out of the house with a box of medicine.

"Come, open your eyes..." The woman squatted down and opened the potion box. The boy blinked his eyes but couldn't open them.

The man gently pressed his hand on the boy's upper eyelid, pressed it gently, and turned it upwards. The next scene made the two adults hesitate.

The pair of bloodshot eyeballs had actually begun to slowly turn pitch black, as if the blood in the eyes had become thick enough to accumulate together, like a pitch-black blood red, covering the entire white of the eye. Furthermore, the pair of pupils, which were originally black, became even more frightening, revealing red, creepy, densely packed, trembling bloodshot.

The man and the woman looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Their hands froze in the air, and they didn't know where to put the potion box.

"It hurts..." The boy's voice echoed in this small house: "Dad...are you still not well?"

The woman opened the potion with shaking hands. The man coughed and said, "It will be soon... Don't be impatient... You can't be impatient... Your eyes... You need to take good care of them, okay? Don't rub them."

The man gave the woman a look, and the woman took out the potion and dripped it into the pair of black eyes bit by bit.

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"Do you feel better?"

The man let go of his hand, and the eyes were covered by eyelids. The two adults still looked at each other. They did not look at the boy who was still screaming in pain, but nodded and picked up the wand hesitantly.

“Better…”

"Let me see..." The man hooked the magic wand with his little finger and ring finger, and continued to turn up the boy's upper eyelids with his thumb.

Those dark eyes still had bloodshot veins that seemed to be grabbing those already red pupils. The blood, those bloodshot veins, were expanding tightly, penetrating everything about this boy.

Even without reservation...

"Jack, I want to tell you something. Don't blame your mother..." The woman glanced at the confused little girl who was sucking her fingers, at a loss as to what to do.

"What's the matter? Is my eyes serious? I won't rub them anymore..."

"Well...how should I put it...it's very serious...we probably won't be able to go to the Dragon Festival..." She grabbed the staff, holding it tightly, grabbing her nails.

"How could it be..." The boy felt a little disappointed, but more of a disbelief.

"I'm sorry... kid..." The man also sighed and said, "In fact, the Dragon Expedition Convention is not very important to a person... If you miss it, you miss it... It's okay... You still have a long way to go... The Dragon Expedition Convention is nothing... It's just a... martial arts competition..."

"Is it really serious?" The boy closed his eyes. His tears stopped a little, but the tear marks were still there. It was very obvious. There were two tear marks on his eyes, which looked inexplicably funny.

"Well...but, it's okay..." The man put his hand on his head.

"What does it matter, right?" The man raised his head and glanced at the woman next to him who didn't know what to say.

She nodded.

But the boy opened his eyes, and she said slowly: "Well...we...can't go...you should have a good rest today...it's okay... "

"Okay...right..." He nodded.

"Good boy..." The woman hugged him gently and looked at the man next to her.

Perhaps, there is only silence...

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These two chapters are very interesting and worth reading carefully.

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