Chapter 4: Moro

However, what he is curious about now is how such a small child can utter such words. He looks at Meilan Sha with a hint of surprise, and the more he observes, the more he feels that this black-haired, black-eyed child is extraordinary. This is to say that a pearl will shine regardless of the circumstances, and even if you try to conceal it, you cannot hide it.

Regardless of the two little ones' protests, he smiled and said, "I'll go and drag that guy out; you all play here for now." After saying this, he vanished in a flash

Alright? ! '' Foucault looked at Melantha, hesitant to take action

Foucault slowly walked to the door and began to knock vigorously on the seemingly flimsy door. As the door emitted creaking sounds, Meilan and the little cutie exchanged glances and then simultaneously looked at the door, truly wondering if it would fall apart at any moment

Foucault's explanation is very clear, which is encapsulated in the phrase "one law applies to all laws" that Meilan Sha inadvertently mentioned. Of course, she did not disclose the matter of having worshipped the deity of another realm as her master, not out of distrust, but because it is too extraordinary; the fewer people who know, the better.

"Xiao Meilan Sha, you are a genius." After saying this, half a rabbit ran back into his hands. Meilan Sha rolled her eyes and continued to eat her own.

"Little Meilan, Disneyland is a lot of fun. Grandpa Fu will take you around to see everything later, okay?" Looking at the sulky little child, Fu Ke had exhausted all his efforts along the way, but the child's little face remained disappointingly unamused, which made him feel quite disheartened as well.

Foucault carefully sniffed with his nose, and finally, in addition to the aroma emanating from the rabbit leg in Meilan Sha's hand, he discovered other sources of fragrance.

The matter concerning the woman was conceived by the Melancha family, aimed at sparing her from future troubles. Regardless of who it is, anyone would be astonished by the sudden possession of martial skills by a Corrupted Body, and might even entertain strange notions. Therefore, it is necessary to devise a reason to dismiss them. Moreover, having a mysterious master can also eliminate certain people's thoughts.

At that moment, the two people on the ground were also looking at Meilan Sha. Moro was assessing Meilan Sha, feeling a surge of admiration; what a beautiful young girl, truly a miraculous creation of the founding deity. At such a young age, she possesses such beauty; one can only imagine how she will be when she grows up. If someone with lesser power were to possess her, they might as well wait for their demise. Alas, a calamity among calamities, such a person is destined for instability, unless she possesses absolute strength herself. Huh? What is she holding in her arms?

There was no response. Turning her head, Meilan Sha was staring wide-eyed at the forest. Foucault glanced over and saw a small, plump creature stumbling its way through the woods towards them. It seemed to be exerting all its strength to fly, with traces of blood visible on its wings, and its wounds were not healing well. Upon seeing the two of them, the small creature flapped its wings even harder, unable to brake in time, and crashed headlong into Meilan Sha's arms. Fortunately, the little one was still small; otherwise, the person receiving it would surely have been knocked over.

After knocking for a while, Foucault sighed in frustration: "I give up. That guy must be conducting experiments in the basement; he didn't even hear such a loud knock. I should have thought of that earlier"

With watery eyes, she looked at Foucault and gently said, "Grandpa, shall we keep it?"

Meilansha raised her head to look at him, shaking her head, "No, didn't Grandpa Fu eat it?"

Meilan Sha went up to knock on the door, knocking several times, but there was no response from inside

Subsequently, they arrived at Dis City, where Foucault, without a second thought, dragged Meilan Sha to buy jewelry that could serve as storage media. After twelve days, Meilan Sha and Foucault finally entered the capital of Leisa. What was originally a journey that would take at most ten days was delayed by two days due to the addition of the little cutie. Throughout the journey, the relationship between Meilan Sha and the little cutie soared like a rocket. Although the little cutie remained aloof towards Foucault, whenever faced with Meilan Sha and books, it was as if a child encountered its mother, utterly spoiled. Foucault, with a mischievous intent, conducted an experiment. While the little cutie was happily playing with Meilan Sha, he approached, squatted down, and turned the little one's head towards him. As a result, the previously cheerful little face immediately turned to ice upon seeing Foucault. Undeterred, Foucault turned the little cutie's head back towards Meilan Sha, and sure enough, that little face blossomed with joy. Turning it back again, it froze once more. After several repetitions, he finally stopped under the little cutie's relentless pursuit. Now, Foucault was certainly not afraid of the little cutie, but he still pretended to be very scared and ran away, causing Meilan Sha, who was behind him, to giggle uncontrollably.

Meilan Sha raised an eyebrow, extended her right hand, still holding the unfinished rabbit leg, and waved it in front of the little beast. Then, the little beast leaped up and bit it.

In light of such a distinctive name, the little monster strongly protested, asserting that it is still male. Although it is currently small and undeniably cute, once it grows up, it will surely be ridiculed by other monsters. However, Meilan Sha elegantly ignored its protests. Foucault has developed a certain immunity to Meilan Sha's naming abilities and has also experienced her stubbornness; after all, his little Fei went through a similar phase. As for little Fei, after being released by Foucault, it initially felt a bit intimidated by the little cutie. However, upon hearing a certain name, any fear was cast aside, and it looked at it with a 'Comrade~~' expression.

Foucault said with a smile: "I am not sure, it is Little Meilan Sha who is friends with those at the crossroads of life and death"

Thus, the current situation of being unable to cry is now present

How could this be? Moro was astonished that there still existed someone whom even the Sword God could not discern the cultivation level of. If he did not know that Foucault could not possibly be joking with him, he would certainly suspect that this person was mentally unstable

After entering the imperial capital, Meilansha, holding the little cutie, followed Foucault as he turned east and west, arriving in front of an ordinary house with a courtyard.

Foucault gently touched her head and comforted her, saying: "Do not be sad, high-level magical beasts possess a strong sense of dignity, even the young ones. Unless you defeat them, such temptations will not succeed."

Foucault swallowed hard, watching Meilan Sha, who was eating with great enthusiasm and showing no unusual reactions. He also took action. A rabbit leg found its way into his hands, and he carefully took a bite, his eyes lighting up. Three seconds later, only the bones remained in his hand; had it not been for the hardness of the bones, he would have surely eaten them as well

"Where is that woman now?" Moro said excitedly

Foucault sighed and said, "Melantha, let us go."

However, both Foucault and Moro felt a sense of helplessness. Although they were somewhat excited to see each other after a long time, it was not as Meilan Sha had imagined. In reality, Moro realized he could not gauge Foucault's abilities and knew he had advanced, so he eagerly approached to ask the reason. As a result, he was too excited, and Foucault, unable to tolerate someone's enthusiasm, ended up in a push-and-pull situation with Moro. Since Moro was a mage, Foucault, the sword god, did not dare to be too violent, leading to the consequence that both of them fell to the ground, which was the scene Meilan Sha had initially witnessed. Later, when they were entangled behind Meilan Sha, it was because Foucault blamed Moro for ruining his good image in Meilan Sha's eyes, while Moro, due to Meilan Sha's misunderstanding, was worried about tarnishing his reputation and felt quite depressed. The two, who did not see eye to eye, began to pull at each other, and then Meilan Sha saw it again.

The Warcraft ignored him and continued to gnaw on its own.

Did she mention when she will come again

However, although this Moro is in his fifties or sixties, he still appears very attractive. He must have been quite charming in his youth, which explains why Grandpa Fu is fond of him

Still nodding

Looking at Foucault's flamboyant face, Moro could swear he was definitely showing off. However, he indeed had the capital to boast; this child was very distinctive. Suddenly, Meilan Sha said, "Little girl, would you like to learn spatial magic from me?" Although it was their first meeting, she quite liked her. Taking her as a disciple would not only allow her to teach some self-defense skills but also, to some extent, use her own name to intimidate those who might have designs on her, which would surely benefit her future. Moreover, Foucault absolutely could not continue to show off in front of her. (This reason must be the most important one)

Just as the two were eating with abandon, "Xiao Meilan Sha, did you eat that little half?" Looking at the empty shelf, Foucault found it hard to believe that his Xiao Meilan Sha could eat that much.

I understand, I understand, you have nothing to worry about. In fact, you don't need to explain; I will keep it a secret and won't speak of this matter, just as if I have seen nothing.

Grandpa Fu, it's done

This creature looks quite strange, resembling a puppy, though it certainly is not one. It is about the size of a baby still in swaddling. Its body is golden all over, but it has purple fur on its head and tail, and two small golden fleshy wings on its back. However, there are several blood marks on its originally smooth skin, indicating that it has been in a fierce fight. It is currently facing away from Meilan and Sha, holding a small piece of rabbit meat in its forelimbs and eating.

As the two stepped into the area of life and death, Meilan Sha turned back for one last look, perhaps realizing that she might never see it again. She did not know why, but she felt a particular fondness for that strange little magical beast. At first, when facing them, its eyes were filled with defiance, untamed spirit, and a loneliness hidden deep within. It was those eyes, rich with many stories, that captivated her deeply

Foucault's black line

The eyes are also purple, and that area on the neck is simply adorable. The purple fur on the neck feels like wearing a scarf, extremely cute

Three people, along with a small magical beast, sat together. Meilan Sha and the little cutie were enjoying snacks, while Moro and Foucault were engaged in conversation, primarily discussing how Foucault became the Sword God

"Grandpa Fu, what kind of monster is this?" Meilan Sha asked curiously

"Little cutie, we are leaving. Are you really not coming with us?" The witch pouted, as she really liked it.

"Grandpa Fu, I am fine, you need not worry." Meilan Shalala Fok's hand turned over to comfort the dejected him

Understood, understood, you all continue; I and the little cutie will find ways to pass the time ourselves. Saying this, I continued to walk forward, suddenly recalling something, and turned back to look, feeling embarrassed.

In the backyard of the Moro family, there stood a tree adorned with blooming pink flowers, exceptionally beautiful. Melantha took a lingering glance at it before slowly making her way towards the main house. Hearing a sound behind her, Melantha turned around just as a gentle breeze stirred, causing her long black hair to flutter softly. Next to the tree, a boy around twelve or thirteen years old appeared seemingly out of nowhere, dressed meticulously, with his vibrant purple hair flowing freely. One hand rested against the large tree as he stared blankly at Melantha.

Nodding, although the little cutie is no longer here, Xiao Fei is also quite good

With a solemn nod, she extended her delicate little hand and pulled at the grilled meat, releasing an aroma that wafted through the air as if it were free.

Although the little beast is somewhat heavy, it is still a trivial matter for Meilan Sha. Gently shaking the rabbit leg in her hand, the little beast sways in the air along with her movements, refusing to let go.

When the purple-haired youth regained his senses after the smiles exchanged between Meilansha and the books, he realized that the person had already vanished. Eager to find that figure, he searched the entire house but found no one. Suddenly remembering that the owner of the house might know, he quickly approached Moro and asked: "Master Moro, where is the girl with black hair?"

Foucault and a certain monster are both perplexed. It seems they have yet to clarify what kind of species this is, and whether the individual is willing to accompany you is another matter altogether

Foucault's black line increased, and he scolded the little monster: "Can you at least achieve something!"

After listening to Foucault's words, Moro pondered seriously over that statement, finding it quite reasonable. He felt as if he was on the verge of grasping something, yet ultimately caught nothing, which left him somewhat agitated. However, having come this far over the years, he was not in a hurry. He decided to take the time to reflect on this statement properly when he had the opportunity, perhaps he could also make progress.

The expression on Moro's face did not seem to indicate that he was lying. The boy lowered his head, thinking to himself: Could it be just an illusion?

Consistent shaking of the head, "On the day of baptism, it was discovered that not only this, but she also cannot cultivate fighting energy"

The Corroding Demon Body? You must be joking, right? It actually is the Corroding Demon Body?

Do you want to be able to eat this kind of barbecue in the future

However, it seems that the little cutie still has some uneaten rabbit meat in its paws, a typical case of being focused on what is in front while thinking about what is yet to come

New creatures from the Warcraft series have been placed on the shelf, while Meilan Sha's small hands are diligently at work. Foucault, along with Xiao Fei and the little creature affectionately named "Little Cutie" by Meilan Sha, are all staring intently.

Thus, this misunderstanding lingered in Meilan Sha's heart

They shook their heads in unison. The two were taken aback; it was too strange, as half a rabbit's meat had vanished without a trace.

Taking a bite, it was excellent. She truly is a genius; otherwise, how could she create such delicious food? It would be even better with a bit more honey, Meilansha thought to herself as she ate

Moro's eyes were glistening as he gazed at a certain beast, contemplating a study. The beast felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny and shrank slightly into Meilan's embrace

Moro was taken aback and replied in confusion, "Your Highness, what girl? There is only me here; you must be mistaken." In truth, Moro's real thoughts were: the first successful candidate has appeared just like that, and it is an imperial prince. Little girl, you will have plenty to keep you busy in the future

It is broad daylight, and we are in the yard, where there are also two young children who are still developing and know nothing. Can't you wait until you return to the house to continue? Hmph, she walked forward, truly speechless at these two old fellows who are disrespectful and suspected of corrupting the children.

Little girl, I really have nothing to do with this guy, so please do not misunderstand. Moro also appeared next.

Then come with me, and I will always prepare delicious food for you. I can also make other dishes, and their flavors will definitely not be inferior to what you have in your hands," Meilan said confidently, patting her small chest.

Meilansha shook her head while sighing, and the little cutie looked at her in confusion, finding it quite amusing, and also began to shake her head and sigh. Not long after, footsteps were heard behind them. Foucault quickly approached her and explained: "Little Meilansha, don't get the wrong idea, there's nothing between him and me"

Hehe, do you think our little Meilan Sha is extraordinary? Let me tell you, she is a true genius. At not even three months old, she can talk, stand, and walk. She can even find things to do for herself. The most amazing part is that she can create novel things. Do you remember when I told you about chess before? That was made by Meilan Sha.

The little monster had a face full of longing, but seemed to be afraid that this would be too embarrassing for the monster, so it turned its head away, indicating a refusal

The dining atmosphere was very pleasant, but unfortunately, it was time to hit the road. Meilan Sha looked at the adorable little one standing aside; it seemed that it had not made up its mind to join them.

Shaking his head, "No, such experts come and go as they please, and we are not very clear about it either"

Not far away, Foucault and the person who should be Moro are lying on the ground, intimately embracing each other. Their clothes are in disarray, suggesting that the 'battle' was quite intense

Although her mental age seems quite advanced and she understands a lot, her emotional intelligence is lacking, remaining at a childlike level. Children are always particularly attentive to the things they like, but when they cannot obtain them, it is inevitable that they will feel sad; this is precisely her current situation

A sprinkle of cumin on the golden, oily barbecue, and the fresh roasted magic rabbit is ready. Looking up, my grandfather's expression is quite strange, alternating between anticipation and fear; could this be what is known as 'suffering while being happy'?

Foucault took a sip of tea, pursed his lips, and continued: "I know it is hard for you to believe, but such people do exist. This indicates that the divine level is not our limit; through cultivation, we can go even further. That woman said that Meilan Sha's constitution is just right for practicing her martial arts, so she took her as a disciple. Moreover, that woman not only taught her martial arts but also various miraculous skills, especially that embroidery. I felt that this must be a place where the divine resides. Alas, all along, our hearts have truly been too small."

Foucault, knowing what was on his mind, smiled and said: "Actually, you don't need to think too much. Although this child cannot cultivate magic or fighting energy, she has the opportunity to cultivate another divine skill." Continuing under someone's curious gaze, he added: "Not long ago, an old woman approached her. Let me tell you, even with my sword god's strength, I couldn't discern that person's cultivation level, and I dare say that if it came to a real fight, the one who would definitely lose would be me"

Foucault held his breath and slowly approached a large tree. Meilan's eyes lit up, feeling it was quite interesting, and she followed suit

Bang! A very loud noise came from the direction where Foucault had just passed. Meilan, fearing that Foucault might be in trouble, quickly ran over while holding the little one. However, when she saw the scene before her, she fell silent, deeply regretting her decision. She never expected that Grandpa Foucault's interests were like this. No wonder, at such an old age, he had not found a wife. She had been puzzled before, but now she understood; it turned out to be like this.

Moro unceremoniously spat out a mouthful of tea, but fortunately Foucault reacted quickly; otherwise, he would have been hit.

Although it may not be appropriate to say this, I feel it is necessary to remind you. You are not young anymore, so take it easy with certain matters. Even if you haven't seen each other for a long time, now that you are together, try not to be too excited, as it is not good for your health. Furthermore, although I do not know you well, I believe that you will certainly find it much more comfortable to engage in such activities in bed. Then, I turned and left, giving the space to the two of them. Additionally, although I do not know you well, I believe that you will certainly find it much more comfortable to engage in such activities in bed. Then, I turned and left, giving the space to the two of them

Looking at the large object on the shelf, and then glancing at the busy Melantha sitting beside it, her small face blackened from the smoke, Foucault could already imagine the outcome of being beaten up by the group at home after he returned. Of course, this 'beating' did not refer to physical violence, but rather to verbal onslaught. He could not hold his own against the three people at home. To let their precious one handle food was akin to courting death. However, Melantha was unwilling to let him take over, insisting that he must realize how sacred the poisonous fire herb was as a seasoning. Foucault sighed again, hoping that after eating this thing, he would still be alive, and it seemed he had specially prepared a lot of water. However, it must be said that the meat on the shelf was exceptionally fragrant.

Little cutie

She left, as Meilansha had a good memory. Although she had not learned everything, she had retained much in her mind. The woman felt there was nothing more to teach, so she departed

With Foucault's words, Moro's mouth gaped wide open, his face filled with disbelief, wondering how many years it had been since someone like this had appeared. Even five hundred years ago, that was merely a devouring entity, capable of cultivating a bit of fighting spirit. But this one, regardless of magic or fighting spirit, devours them all. Looking at the child with an expression of indifference, Moro could already imagine that without a strong backing, the future world would surely be stirred up by her presence. War, bloodshed, not a single drop would be spared. Looking at the child with an expression of indifference, Moro could already imagine that without a strong backing, the future world would surely be stirred up by her presence. War, bloodshed, not a single drop would be spared

Meilan Sha giggles, does this count as Jiang Taigong fishing, where those who are willing take the bait

The two people entangled together also found themselves in a predicament

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Meilan Sha removed her hat and played a game of eye contact with the little cutie. After signing a contract with a human, each magical beast can enter an independent space exclusively for contracted magical beasts. It is similar to Foucault's flying magic wolf, which goes into that magical beast space to rest whenever it is not needed. That place is a paradise for contracted magical beasts; no matter how serious the injury, staying there for a few days will allow for recovery. The little cutie and Meilan Sha signed an equal contract, so theoretically, the little one would rest better there. However, the little one simply refused to go in, clinging to Meilan Sha and unwilling to leave. If it had to enter, it would be inside the spatial ring. Since the first time it went in, the little cutie has shown little interest in the magical beast space.

Subsequently, Meilansha and Foucault stayed at Moro's house for another three days, preparing to leave. The adorable little one's cool face showed a slight crack, and inside, there was a sense of excitement, as they could finally leave the person who had been bothering them for three whole days.

"Hehe, Grandpa Fu is fine. Doesn't Meilan Sha like Xiao Fei very much? Then Grandpa will let you play with Xiao Fei in the future, okay?" A certain beast that returned to the异空间 suddenly shivered, unaware that it had just been sold by its own master. (The place where the magical beasts captured by humans reside is called the异空间. They can come out when their master recites a spell, and can return on their own when not needed.)

Forget it, Xiaomei Lansa. Since the little cutie doesn't want to leave, there's no need to force it. Moreover, it is still a juvenile beast, and the mother beast should not be far away. If you take it away, the mother beast might follow immediately, and it would not be good if a fight breaks out.

Meilan Sha and Foucault looked at Moro with a hint of surprise; he seemed to dislike taking on disciples, otherwise he would have had some by now. After exchanging glances, Foucault smiled and said, "Hehe, good fellow, you actually have your sights set on my Meilan Sha. However, I regret to inform you that Meilan Sha is a Devourer."

Turning to stare at it, I seductively said: "The meat in your hand must be delicious, right?"

Meilan Sha looked at Foucault, conveying the meaning: What did you just say? Please say it again

"By the way, what kind of magical beast is she holding?" Moro recalled the existence of a peculiar creature.

The last three individuals fell silent, and none of them spoke.

The monster was startled, facing the two with its eyes wide open, displaying an expression that suggested, "If you dare to come closer, I will attack." However, its persuasive power would have been stronger if it were not eating.

Meilan Sha suddenly wondered if he might be the spirit of this tree, smiled faintly, turned around, and left

After listening to Foucault, Meilan Sha nodded and followed him slowly, glancing back every few steps. The little one kept staring at her back. After several hours, they were finally about to leave this place of life and death.

A certain beast looked at the object in its claws, nodding with a sense of spirituality. Foucault squinted his eyes, unable to discern the species for the time being, but just by observing its spirituality, it was clear that it was extraordinary. It was an intelligent creature, at least a level 6 or above beast.

The eyes glanced around, very well, no one was present. He quickly picked up Meilan Sha and jumped into the courtyard. Gently placing her down, he cheerfully said: "It's still so straightforward."