Chapter 508: Have you met my dad?

Xiaoxue blinked, then blinked again. Is there any difference between the snow of snowflakes and the snow of falling snow?
"Brother Xue Xi, are you also here to buy a spiritual tool?" Xiaoxue found a comfortable position and sat in Xue Xi's arms, and asked. Please remember my URL:
Xue Xi glanced at her, paused for a moment, and actually replied: "Pass by, come and have a look."
Sitting across from Xuexi was a young brother who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was dumbfounded and looked at the two people opposite. Is he dazzled? Or... dreaming? He pinched his arm fiercely, his teeth grinning in pain, no, this is not a dream!
But...their young master actually talked to a little girl who jumped out inexplicably?
The sun is coming out from the west!
The young master of their family has always been indifferent. In his eyes, there is only the supreme martial arts cultivation, and there has never been a creature like human... To put it bluntly, the young master of their family is a martial idiot, so ignorant of any vulgarity. Do not like to care about people.
Usually you say ten sentences to him. It’s good if he can look at you at a glance. Don’t say it back. It’s estimated that if you ask thirty or fifty sentences, he can reply to you when he is in a good mood...
But he...he counted, the young master said three things to that little girl!
Is the sun coming out from the west today?
He couldn't help but glanced at the little girl. The little girl looked very beautiful and cute, like a delicate doll, especially the blue eyes, water-like, and cat-eyes translucent, simply beautiful. Truthful.
It's just... familiar?
He couldn't help but said: "Young Master, have you noticed that this little girl looks quite familiar?"
Xue Xi obviously didn't hear him talking, and didn't even leave him half of his eyes.
He always automatically filters what he doesn't want to hear, or if he feels there is no need to reply, if necessary, he feels that it is more practical to do it than to speak.
Xue Xi was too lazy to pay attention, but Xiaoxue became concerned, and turned to look at the little brother: "This little brother, have you ever seen anyone who looks like me? Everyone says that I don’t look like my mother. Like, then I must be like my dad. But I haven't met my dad? Have you met my dad? Um... My dad is probably so good-looking with me. At his age..."
She looked back at Xue Xi's dusty face: "Maybe a little older than Brother Xue Xi."
Wutong was confused by her series of questions, and only said to her: "I... called Wutong."
"Ah, it's Brother Tongshu, hello, Brother Tongshu, you haven't answered my question just now, do you really think I'm familiar? Have you ever seen someone who looks like me! It's a male Is it a female? How old is it? Oh, no, it must be a male. I look so good. There are definitely not a few people in this world who can look like me. If so, it must be me Daddy!" Xiaoxue looked at Wutong expectantly: "So Brother Tongshu, if you have met my dad, you must tell me. I grew up and never met my dad. I really want to He wants to see him very much."
Wutong... his name is Wutong, not Tongshu...
Tongshu, oh, no, Wutong is a little bit square...Little girl, have you met your father, does it have anything to do with me? I really haven't seen your dad...