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Chapter 390 Nezha Demon Child 6

As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Just after Nezha made new friends, the three-year deadline for the thunder from heaven was approaching like a flash.

Time flies, and every day passes quietly. The expressions of Li Jing and his wife become more and more solemn as the days go by. The anxiety and worry between their brows seem to be deeply imprinted on their faces, which can be seen at a glance.

Although Nezha was young, he was not stupid. He naturally noticed that something was wrong with his parents.

Seeing his parents forcing themselves to smile, he couldn't help but feel a little strange and puzzled, so he scratched his head and asked Lin Jiu doubtfully in his mind: "Xiao Jiuer, do you know what's wrong with my parents recently? I always feel that they are a little weird!"

Lin Jiu's heart skipped a beat when she heard that, but she remained calm and replied as if nothing had happened, "...Well, I'm not really sure about that either."

In fact, Lin Jiu knew very well what Li Jing and his wife were worried about.

It's nothing more than the approaching natural disaster.

Moreover, this is not an ordinary thunder, but a heavenly calamity curse specially set up by Yuanshi Tianzun to destroy Nezha, or to be more precise, to destroy the magic pill.

But how could she tell Nezha such a cruel fact?

Sometimes, Lin Jiu would think to herself that now she and Nezha have become one. If the thunder really fell, Nezha would probably not be spared, and she herself would probably not have a good ending either.

Who knows, maybe she and Nezha will be born on the same day of the same month of the same year!

Driven by this idea, Lin Jiu has been practicing actively recently. She has been looking through the inventory in her space, carefully checking whether there are any items or magic weapons that can withstand heavenly thunder.

After all, she didn't want to sit and wait for death, to be struck by thunder, that would not be a pleasant feeling.

However, because she was focused on practicing and finding ways to resist the thunder, she accidentally missed the moment when Nezha learned about his true life experience.

It was evening, and it was Nezha's third birthday. So...

Nezha stood in front of the mirror, looking left and right at himself, twisting his body non-stop, looking conceited, and muttering to himself, "Well, I still look better with a cloak on!"

At this moment, a sudden voice rang out: "Yes, a shroud will be just right!"

As the voice appeared, a thick purple mist slowly emerged behind Nezha.

The purple mist had not yet completely dissipated when a figure vaguely emerged from the mist.

The figure pretended to be mysterious and continued, "I... am your master..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Nezha.

"Where did this monster come from!" Seeing this, Nezha jumped onto the figure without saying a word, and then he launched a fierce punch and kick attack like a storm, showing no mercy.

Being beaten so violently by Nezha, Shen Gongbao had no time to react. He could only raise his hands to protect his face, secretly complaining in his heart: "Oh my, why does this little brat only hit me in the face! He shouldn't hit people in the face!"

However, at this critical moment, Shen Gongbao's stuttering miraculously improved. He quickly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop! I... I'm your uncle!"

Nezha's mouth corners slightly raised, and he raised his eyebrows with a smile. He stepped on Shen Gongbao and rubbed his chin in thought.

"Oh, you're the one called Shen what?" Nezha suddenly spoke, his tone revealing a hint of teasing.

When Shen Gongbao saw the thoughtful expression on Nezha's face, he felt a little relieved.

After all, Nezha still had some impression of him, which meant that the fat man should have mentioned himself to Nezha and knew that he was his uncle.

Shen Gongbao quickly stood up and continued speaking as Nezha was saying.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then stammered, "Mr. Shen...Mr. Shen..."

But when the words came to his lips, he seemed to be stuck by something and could not utter the last word.

Seeing this, Nezha couldn't help but feel a little amused. He wiped his nose casually and asked nonchalantly, "Eunuch Shen, what are you doing here?"