A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

There was a hint of confusion in Qiqi's big eyes.

Everything happened so fast that Qiqi's little brain couldn't process it all.

First, the lotus platform suddenly started drifting, and "whoosh," it shot off a long distance.

The shaking made Qiqi's little head spin, and she could see double, as if she had drunk two kilograms of fake liquor.

After finally getting the lotus platform to settle down, she had just recovered when she looked up and saw her brother explode in mid-air with a "bang".

Yes, it exploded, just like fireworks during Chinese New Year.

It was fried so thoroughly and spectacularly that not even a single bone was left.

Qiqi was stunned.

Before she could even cry, her brother reappeared beside her, perfectly fine.

There wasn't a single hole in his clothes, and not a single hair was out of place; it was as if nothing had happened.

Then, before she could figure out the problem, the older brother surnamed Zhu fell from the sky onto the lotus platform with a "thud," making the platform shake three times.

Qiqi looked down at Zhu Cheng, who was lying on the lotus platform, pale-faced and barely breathing. The expression on her little face changed from confusion to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to worry.

Although she didn't quite understand what had just happened, she knew that this older brother seemed to be dying.

She reached out her little hand and gently tugged at Ji Zuodao's sleeve, asking again, "Brother, what's wrong with him?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just a little dead."

Qiqi tilted her head, her little face full of confusion: "But he's still breathing."

So, yes, a little.

"oh--"

Qiqi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She crouched down next to Zhu Cheng, tilting her head to examine his pale, bloodless face.

She watched for a while, then stretched out her little hand and touched Zhu Cheng's chest with one finger.

A glimmer of golden light emanated from her fingertips.

The golden light was faint and soft, like a firefly in the night, carrying a warm and gentle glow.

The golden light flowed slowly into Zhu Cheng's body along Qi Qi's fingers.

Ji Zuodao didn't pay attention at first.

He was already planning what would happen next.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the golden light on Qi Qi's fingertips.

Ji Zuodao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Holy crap.

How could this spendthrift girl have dispersed the dragon's energy?!

He rushed over in one stride, grabbed Qiqi, and lifted her up by the back of her neck like a kitten.

Qi Qi was concentrating on transmitting dragon energy to Zhu Cheng when she suddenly felt her feet lighten and she was lifted into the air.

Her short legs twitched in the air a few times, and she let out a confused whimper.

Like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, it looked both innocent and bewildered.

Ji Zuodao pulled Qiqi in front of him, facing her directly, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Qiqi, what are you doing?"

Qiqi tilted her head, her big eyes filled with innocence: "Qiqi was saving someone."

"The teacher said, 'A doctor should have a benevolent heart.'"

"What a heartless bastard!"

Ji Zuodao almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What kind of nonsense is Medicine Immortal Valley teaching? Don't listen to your teacher's rubbish! You have to be selfish to live comfortably! Didn't you say before that you should be a selfish child!"

Qiqi shook her head, her expression so serious it didn't seem like that of a five or six-year-old child.

"It's different."

"What's different?"

"Qiqi is selfish because she wants to stay with her brother and Dog Lord forever."

"But now, Qiqi wants to save people, so she doesn't have to be selfish."

Ji Zuodao wore a classic black-and-white puzzled look, his mind a complete mess, unable to make sense of the little girl's logic at all.

No, what kind of logic is that?

Is being selfish just to be with my brother, but saving people makes me not selfish?

Is there any necessary connection between these two things?

Why didn't he understand?

Actually, sometimes, the world of children is that simple.

In their world, there is not so much calculation of gains and losses, not so much weighing of advantages and disadvantages, not so much twists and turns.

In their world, there are only "I want" and "I don't want".

If you want it, just do it.

If you don't want it, then don't do it.

Simple, pure, and direct.

Unlike adults, who consider the consequences, calculate gains and losses, and weigh whether something is worthwhile before doing anything.

Qiqi wanted to be with her brother, so she was selfish.

Qiqi wanted to save people, so she could be selfless.

It's that simple.

Ji Zuodao sighed and tried to persuade Qiqi from a different angle, in a way that Qiqi could understand:

"Qiqi, do you know that once the dragon's energy is given away, you won't be so lucky anymore? You won't be able to guess the answers on exams, you won't be able to win anything at claw machines, and you won't even get a 'buy one get one free' offer when buying drinks."

Qiqi tilted her head, thought about it seriously, and then gave a sweet smile.

That smile was like a ray of sunshine shining through the clouds in winter, warm and sweet, capable of melting the hardest ice in one's heart.

"It's okay. Meeting my brother and Doggy is Qiqi's greatest luck."

There was no sentimentality, no deliberate attempt.

Qiqi simply spoke her mind.

Ji Zuodao's heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly.

The feeling, how to describe it, was like being shot in the heart by an arrow coated in honey—sweet and painful, sour and swollen, an indescribable sensation.

He felt his eyes getting hot, his nose tingling, and his throat tightening.

Good heavens, how can there be such a sweet-talking girl?

Who did this girl learn from?

The expression on Ji Zuodao's face at that moment was exactly the same as that of an old father hearing his daughter say, "Daddy, I love you the most."

I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to hug and kiss my daughter, and I wanted to cough a couple of times in a serious manner. In the end, it all turned into a face that was smiling like a chrysanthemum.

However, he still felt a little uneasy.

He mumbled something, his voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, but Qiqi still heard him:

"You've only known this bastard for a short time, and he's already shared his dragon energy... even my brother didn't have any..."

Okay, Ji Zuodao admits he's jealous.

He's just jealous.

He had spent so much time with Qiqi, acting as both father and mother, cooking for her, braiding her hair, playing with her, and putting her to sleep.

As it turns out, that bastard Zhu Cheng has only known Qi Qi for a short time.

Two months?

Three months?

Why is he able to obtain Qiqi's dragon energy?

Why should I?!

Ji Zuodao felt increasingly sour as he thought about it; the sourness could be smelled from eight hundred miles away.

Qi Qi paused for a moment when she heard Ji Zuodao's mutterings.

Then, a serious glint flashed in her large eyes.

"Does brother want dragon energy?"

"Give all of the seven sevens to my brother."

As she spoke, dragon energy surged around her, and she genuinely wanted to extract all the dragon energy from her body and stuff it all into Ji Zuodao.

She was serious.

This is not a joke, not something I'm just saying.

She genuinely wanted to give all the dragon energy to Ji Zuodao.

Because in her world, her brother comes first.

She would give her brother anything he wanted.