"Little Jiu'er, come down, don't cling to your Brother Ping'an, you still need to practice your sword."
Just as they reached the corner.
A crisp voice could be heard, carrying a cold tone.
The chirpy and cheerful noise from Little Jiu'er all of a sudden weakened.
As if she had encountered her natural predator, even the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Poor little thing.
Zhou Ping'an couldn't help but want to laugh.
It was just like in modern society, where all primary school students dread adults catching them to do homework.
A burden as heavy as a mountain, pressing down so hard that no one can breathe.
All the adults would claim it's to prevent their children from falling behind at the starting line.
Then, fighting tooth and nail, they would guide them with tears and snot, full of earnestness and good intentions.
Who would have thought that this world also showed such signs?
