“Don’t move! Or I’ll just shave your head bald!” In the ruins of Haotian Sect, Wang Dong was held down by Mu Xing to have his hair cut. The bloody smell around him had dissipated, and the ashes of the two divine beasts had been scattered by Mu Xing. Even the god-level soul rings dissipated with the passage of time.

She just picked up a piece of sharp gravel from the ground and cut her long blue hair to shoulder length. Mu Xing couldn't bear to look at the uneven, dog-gnawed hair, so he had to trim it on the spot.

Di Tian stood aside with his arms folded, watching, and suddenly he had an illusion that he was a cow cat licking the fur of a valuable pet cat that had just been kicked out.

“Just cut it shorter, to the same length as when I was in Shrek Academy.” Wang Dong is now in a state of great sorrow and despair. After all, she has lost everything except her soul, her family, and even her only remaining martial spirit, the Butterfly Goddess of Light, is incomplete.

Her Goddess of Light Butterfly martial spirit was given by the Butterfly God. Tang San couldn't extract the inheritance of the second-level god with just a wisp of divine thought, but he could still destroy it.

"I don't like long hair. It looks too much like him." Wang Dong sniffed. Although she quickly accepted the fact that Tang San was a fake person and didn't love her, for a child who was still eleven or twelve years old both physically and mentally, it was not easy to control her emotions.

"Sometimes blood ties are meaningless. Whoever loves you is your family. If someone who is related to you by blood doesn't love you, then he or she is also a stranger. Don't take many relationships too seriously. The relationship we have with ourselves in this life is the most important. Your soul power has reached level 50. I will take you to get the fifth soul ring later." Mu Xing trimmed Wang Dong's hair while checking her physical condition.

"My martial soul is useless." Wang Dong said sullenly. After she killed her past self, the sword left by the God of Destruction also disappeared. It was just a disposable consumable. The reward for her was to raise her soul power to level 50.

"I'll think of a solution." Mu Xing blew away Wang Dong's hair, "You also have to think about what to do next."

"Learning sword skills, learning soul guides, practicing, going back to see mom and brother..." Wang Dong counted on his fingers and found that he had a lot to do.

"I thought you hated soul guides." The razor in Mu Xing's hand paused.

"No, what I hate is the Tang Sect's hidden weapons." Wang Dong said rebelliously. Everything about that man disgusted her, not to mention that Tang Ya was also an evil soul master.

"...Why do you want to learn sword?" Mu Xing changed the question.

"Because you said you could teach me." Wang Dong replied shamelessly.

Now it was Di Tian's turn to be confused. When did they agree on this?

"I just wanted to find a reason to cut you."

"..." Wang Dong was silent. The God of Destruction really knew Mu Xing very well. His way of educating his children was completely different from that person. That person didn't care about the children's thoughts at all, but the God of Destruction would give the choice to the children.

She began to worry about the little life that had not yet come into this world. What if her brother was also taught by Tang San to be like that? But he was a boy, and he would never be taught to be like her former self. But if he was taught to be another Tang San...

This is simply terrifying to think about!

However, one day in the divine world is equivalent to one year in the lower world. According to Xiao Wu's due date, she probably still has several hundred years to prevent this from happening.

"Does what you said still count?" Wang Dong closed her eyes. For the sake of her mother and brother, she decided to make herself suffer.

"You don't have a talent for swordsmanship, but it's not your fault, because your parents don't have it either." Just when Wang Dong thought there was no hope, Mu Xing changed the subject, "But teaching disciples has nothing to do with talent and ability. If there is a master who pays attention to these, it's either because he is lazy and just wants to get twice the result with half the effort, or because he wants to use the power of his disciples to make himself famous in history. Reputation and inheritance, these are not important. If you really want to learn, I will teach you."

"Why..." Wang Dong felt that Mu Xing was too generous. She thought her request would be rejected.

In fact, given Mu Xing's position and experience, if she insisted on killing Wang Dong, the God of Destruction would probably just let her do as she pleased.

Only Tang Wutong would feel that the God of Destruction really treated her as his own daughter. Maybe he had thought so before, but Tang San's actions were there. It was already a noble act of the God of Destruction not to vent his anger on him. How could he still have the nerve to ask him to treat him the same way?

"I never cooperate with losers." Mu Xing combed Wang Dong's short hair neatly, "And the God of Destruction is willing to give you a chance."

Wang Dong suddenly realized that Mu Xing almost never used words like "my dad" or "my mom" to refer to the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life in front of others. She always called them by their names in a businesslike manner, making many gods feel that they were not a family, but more like a superior-subordinate relationship. So much so that Tang San initially thought that Mu Xing was a pet or mount raised by the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, just like Niu Tian and Tai Tan in his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Her father... that man and her mother said many bad things behind her back, especially her mother. Although she would restrain her swearing in front of her, she couldn't take it back most of the time.

And that person just indulged her mother, but would appear gentle but actually warn her firmly not to swear, so that when she faced that person before, she racked her brains but couldn't think of any words to curse him, except "I'm your father".

Commonly known as double standards.

"I don't care what others say about me behind my back." Mu Xing gave most people the impression of being calm and self-sustaining, and Wang Dong was no exception. "Anyway, I have scolded a lot of people, and their scolding may not be as harsh as mine."

Apart from Di Tian, ​​he still thinks that Mu Xing is the husky among cats. Almost everyone who has seen her go crazy has died, especially those evil soul masters. They must have a say.

Of course, he also has a clear understanding of himself. Brigitte, the only nanny among the ferocious beasts, once commented on him, saying that he has a kind of calm madness.

The dragon race has a strong resistance to spiritual invasion and attack, which is inseparable from their own strong spiritual core. After hundreds of thousands of years in the lower world without seeing the future, others would have gone crazy long ago, but he had a strong psychological quality, so he survived until the cow cat fell from the sky. What followed was endless fighting and calculations, which made his life, which was as calm as a stagnant pool of water, surge with storms.

For the sake of Mu Xing and the premise that Tang San was not a human being, he did not dislike Wang Dong that much. Instead, he felt like his eyes had been opened, especially after seeing Dai Hao, a jerk who only cared about giving birth to a child but not raising it, and who shamelessly recognized his child as his own after the child became successful.

Whose father is more despicable than Dai Hao? Oh, it turns out to be Tang San!

In comparison, Dai Hao still looks like a human being.

Now, in the next Dragon Pavilion internal misery competition, Huo Yuhao’s ranking will drop again, because someone even more miserable is about to join the Dragon Pavilion.