Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

And it just so happened that the other party also took a liking to him, which led to the subsequent white hair.

The daughter was obtained through prostitution.

Of course, the man always took great care of his daughter, and although one of his hands was crippled, his fierce and murderous aura could still deter some villains.

And so, he quickly became the dominant figure on the street.

At least the people around him don't dare to mess with him.

But here's the problem: as time goes by, the baby who was originally in swaddling clothes grows up and eventually becomes a tyrannical and domineering person due to the father's indulgence, bullying men and women, and eventually turns into this white-haired creature.

Actually, this guy's character is just like Alice's; they were both spoiled.

However, compared to Alice, she is more adept at being tactful and adaptable.

Of course, they are both still children, and their personalities will continue to change in the future. Will they eventually grow into good girls? Probably?

Chapter 87 Apprenticeship

However, my father is now old. Adventurers themselves have many hidden ailments. People can't keep up with their bodies as long as they get older. My father, for example, is still radiant, but he always looks tired.

The elderly father knew his daughter's personality and her talents, but he lacked the ability and connections to teach her.

Bai Mao was naturally aware of the situation. Although she didn't say anything on the surface, she had long harbored the idea of ​​currying favor with a powerful figure.

After weighing the pros and cons, and deciding that I wouldn't lose much anyway, I decided to slip away to see that person.

As soon as she stepped outside, her expression froze. Her room was directly opposite her father's, with her second and third brothers' rooms on either side. Of the three rooms, only her father's was relatively large, and even then, it was only a small space.

Meanwhile, her old father, who had been standing or sitting at the doorway for some time, was staring intently at the white-haired man.

Subconsciously, Bai Mao shivered. Her father had a lot of restrictions on his daughter, but no matter how many restrictions there were, he couldn't bear to hit her when she really did something wrong. This eventually shaped her personality.

But she couldn't be tough when she made a mistake, so she silently pulled back the foot that had stepped out the door, preparing to go back to sleep.

There was no risk before, but now there is risk, and the returns are not proportional to the risks, so she plans to give up.

Unfortunately, she was too slow to react. The slightly aged figure stood up, puffed on his dry pipe, and called out to the white-haired man inside the house, "Alina, stop hiding, they've all told me."

The figure was probably in his forties. While this might be the prime of life for others, for a powerful adventurer like him, it was already an age when his physical abilities were declining.

As for what he was told, that goes without saying.

The white-haired girl named Alina could only come out of the house. She forced a smile again and asked him somewhat timidly, "Can I not go?"

He rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired.

The trouble my daughter is causing is getting bigger and bigger, and look at her appearance, she's getting more and more beautiful as she grows up.

But it was precisely his daughter's attitude that made him uneasy.

A while ago, a passing nobleman took a liking to her daughter's adorable appearance and planned to buy her to raise as a servant.

If that's all there is to it, finding a nobleman's maid seems like a pretty good option.

However, a little inquiry revealed that this nobleman was only a minor nobleman, and one with a notorious reputation at that.

Just considering the other party's private affairs, many bad rumors have spread. A fallen noble family with so many troubles, of course the old father would not agree.

So the old father politely refused the other party. The other party's originally peaceful attitude vanished instantly, replaced by a slightly ferocious expression. If it weren't for the crowd and the fact that the old father had a sword hanging at his waist, he would have even believed that the other party would have rushed at him.

The meeting ended badly, as expected. The other party, with a gloomy face, smiled sinisterly at the old father and said, "I'd like to see how long you can protect your daughter."

This happened a month ago. To be honest, given the other party's spoiled nature, he was genuinely a little scared.

No matter what, I am just a half-crippled, disabled adventurer. How can I compare to the other party?

That's how it is for those who are weak and powerless; without a background or support, survival in this world is incredibly difficult.

Thinking of this, he finished the last puff of welding smoke and looked at his daughter's innocent smile.

Gradually, the girl's facial features overlapped with those of the woman he had met before, which reminded him of how she looked back then.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, she wore revealing clothes, her cheeks were sunken, and the years had left their mark of hardship and vicissitude on her face.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze and looked once again at his own white-haired friend with clear eyes.

Was she like this before, smiling so innocently, surrounded by people she loved and people who loved her?

The more I think about it, the more afraid I become, and the more afraid I become, the more powerless I feel.

In the end, everything turned into a sigh. The bright moon hung high outside, and its pure light shone down, casting a hazy moonlight on Alina, draping the girl in a veil of moonlight.

The elderly father took a deep breath; his fear of the unknown future prompted him to make this decision.

"Let's go, I'll go with you. I hope it's true. If it is, you won't need to come back."

After uttering those words, he seemed to age several years in an instant, his already hunched body growing even older.

Alina was stunned. She looked at the old man who had always been so kind to her. The warm spring breeze caressed the girl's cheek, but at this moment, she felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she was strong-willed and forced back them, asking in a slightly choked voice, "You... don't want me anymore? Did I do something wrong? You can hit me or scold me, is this what happened? I promise I'll never bully the thugs on the street again, and I'll never ask them for money again."

The old father smiled, reaching out his only remaining left hand to stroke the girl's forehead. His expression was peaceful. The sharpness of his youth had been gradually worn away by life's trials, and now he no longer possessed that former vigor, only this peaceful state of mind.

"Let's go. It's not your fault. Didn't you always say you wanted to become a great adventurer? Let's go see, let's see this last hope."

At this point, he felt helpless. It was undoubtedly ridiculous to place his hopes on others, but there was nothing he could do.

Luo Ya stood silently behind them, his black trench coat blending him into the night. The bright moonlight couldn't reach him, and he listened quietly to their conversation.

Roya's lips curled into a smile. He had thought he would have to put in a lot more effort, but he hadn't expected the other party to have such a past. Watching the other party's departing figure, Roya's figure disappeared from the spot.

Alina walked alone amidst the flickering lights. The slums were silent at night, with almost no pedestrians on the streets. Even those who were there were just a few drunkards on the streets, and when they saw Alina, their eyes instinctively went to her body.

The blatant gaze sent chills down her spine, but the usually bold girl became incredibly timid at this moment.

She quickened her pace slightly, and the drunkards became even more smug at the sight. Some of them were about to get up when they found a cold gaze fixed on them.

Chapter 88 Evil

He was a somewhat old and hunched man. Although his spine was no longer so straight and his movements were no longer so agile, at this moment, he was still a swordsman.

A chilling murderous intent hung in the dark night. The drunkard shivered involuntarily, sobering up a bit. He swallowed hard and raised his hand, putting on an innocent expression.

The old father snorted coldly and continued to follow behind his daughter, protecting her.

The deserted streets seemed to replay the events of the past in my mind's eye.

When Alina and her elderly father arrived, it was still a deserted night.

Only a gentle breeze caressed their cheeks.

The old father looked at Alina with a questioning gaze. Alina thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "They said they wanted us to wait for them here at noon?"

"Noon? Three-quarters of an hour?" The old father frowned, pondering the implications, but he had never heard of such a unit of time.

Upon arriving at this place, Luo Ya realized something was wrong. He had subconsciously brought over the time measurement units from his previous life in the Celestial Empire. Fortunately, he was bored and came out early. If he had waited until the agreed time to arrive and found the streets empty, it would have caused an unpleasant memory for both sides.

Although I didn't know the exact time, after a moment's thought, I roughly figured it out. After all, there aren't many times when you could call it noon, so I was definitely not late; in fact, I was probably quite early.

But, should I keep waiting like this?

After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to wait. It was worth spending some time waiting for an opportunity. It was precisely because he didn't have a master that he knew how many detours he could avoid if he had a powerful and reliable master.

The two waited silently.

Luo Ya was also very curious and wanted to see how long the other party would wait. As the saying goes, only things that are hard to obtain are truly cherished.

He deliberately kept the other party in suspense, so he just watched quietly from the side.

As time passed, Alina and the others yawned, their faces fell, and they squatted on the ground, burying their heads, and fell asleep in an extremely strange posture.

Luo Ya raised an eyebrow, but estimated that the time was about right.

Then Roya slowly emerged from the darkness. His black coat fluttered in the night, and Roya still did not reveal his true face, nor did he use his conspicuous blond-haired persona.

The old father, who was already feeling a little tired, was slightly taken aback and felt a chill when he saw Luo Ya suddenly appear.

He didn't realize the other person was there until they appeared in front of him.

Subconsciously, he gripped the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist with his left hand, warily scrutinizing the other person.

Roya didn't take the other party's wariness seriously. He said in a deep voice, "Weakling, I want to take your daughter as my disciple."

Alina suddenly woke up, and when she looked up, she saw Roya dressed in black. She asked uncertainly, "Are you the person from this morning?"

Roya did not reveal any further information.

That's indeed the case; he simply shifted his perspective.

The Dragon God and the Human God have been locked in a battle for hundreds of years, and he claims that this is not excessive.

The old father fell silent, while Alina's previously tired face suddenly brightened.

"The final evil?" Alina's eyes widened.

"There is too much suffering and too many disasters in this world, but what do these matter compared to the destruction of the world?" Roya's indifferent voice drifted through the streets. The spring breeze blew by, but it could not blow away this sorrowful voice that had witnessed vicissitudes of life.

Luo Ya wasn't exaggerating; the god's purpose was far too evil. He had been browsing the internet and asking Baidu (a Chinese search engine), so he had a pretty good idea of ​​what this guy was really like.

This guy has a dark history of destroying four worlds.

But the man's voice was calm and had an indescribable charm. To demonstrate the reliability of his words, Luo Ya even conjured up a phantom of a demon god.