Elf, but I am a breeder.

"Why? Did you think of it?"

Lu Ze nodded and said with a heavy voice

"It can't be...my mother?"

Dad Lu laughed and tapped Lu Ze on the head.

"What are you thinking about? Can your mother be so boring?"

Lu Ze held his head and said painfully

"Who is that?"

Dad Lu smiled but said nothing

Chapter 103 Murderer

time goes back to before

Little Ibrahimovic sneaked out by himself and came to the place where Lu Ze had just given him food.

(I, the Ibrahimovic who has been strong all my life, how can I wait for revenge overnight?)

Just when he arrived, he found Lu Ze getting ready to sleep, so he had no choice but to hide quietly.

Gengar was quick to notice Eevee, but didn't think much of it, after all, they all lived in the same place.

So, this gave Ibrahimovic a chance to take revenge.

After waiting for Lu Ze and the others to fall asleep, the little Ibrahimovic carefully slipped out.

But after arriving next to Lu Ze, little Ibrahimovic was in a dilemma. How should he take revenge on him?

Then he thought of his friend who had fallen into the mud and had his face covered with clowns while playing. His friend had been laughed at for a long time because of this clown face.

Ibrahimovic's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and he touched the dry grass with his front paw.

It's not raining, where can I find mud?

After thinking for a while with his small head, Ibrahimovic still couldn't figure it out.

But he knew that if he had any problem, he could go to the room over there and the man inside would help him.

Thinking of this, little Ibrahimovic jumped towards Lu's research institute.

When he reached the door, he politely tapped it with his front paw.

"clap clap"

Soon, Dad Lu came over and opened the door. When he opened the door, he found a little Eevee. Dad Lu felt a little surprised.

He knew this little Eevee. Last time, he and another Eevee whose faces were covered with mud came to him to solve the problem of mud on their faces.

Dad Lu squatted down and asked

"Little Eevee? What's wrong?"

The little Ibrahimovic pointed to his side with his front paw, and then pointed to his face.

Father Lu thought for a moment and said, "You mean the friend you brought last time whose face was covered in mud?"

The little Ibrahimovic nodded and pointed at his face with his front paw.

Now Dad Lu was a little confused. He understood what Ibrahimovic meant, but he didn't seem to understand.

"You mean? You want to cover your face with mud, too?"

The little Ibrahimovic nodded, shook his head, and pointed at the ground with his front paw.

Now Dad Lu understood that the little Ibrahimovic simply wanted mud.

"You want mud? But I can't give it to you right now."

Ever since the last rain, when Mother Lu discovered that there was still some empty land in her own breeding house that hadn't been planted, the racial talent of the Dragon people had been activated.

So in the next few days, the open space was either planted with fruit trees or turned into grass, so now there is basically no land to mix with mud.

When Ibrahimovic heard the first part, his eyes lit up, but when he heard the second part, his thoughts were shattered, so he lowered his head and sighed silently.

Father Lu felt a little sorry, so he rubbed the little Ibrahimovic's head and asked

"What's wrong? What do you need the mud for? Tell me, maybe there's something else that can do it."

After hearing this, the little Ibrahimovic thought it was okay, so he imitated his friend and pointed at his face with his front paws.

Dad Lu's ability to understand is not to be underestimated. Although he thought this idea might be a bit strange, he still asked the little Ibrahimovic.

"You mean? Paint your face into a clown face?"

Little Ibrahimovic looked at Dad Lu with sparkling eyes and nodded quickly.

Dad Lu laughed: "Okay, this is easy."

So he took the little Ibrahimovic back to the research institute, took out a marker and asked

"Do you need me to help you?"

When the little Ibrahimovic saw that Dad Lu wanted to paint on his face, he quickly shook his head and took two steps back.

"Hmm? Didn't I draw it for you?"

Ibrahimovic nodded.

Dad Lu had a bad taste in his mouth and asked with a smile:

"Do you need me to teach you how to draw?"

Ibrahimovic nodded quickly.

(Yes, I need it so much!)

Dad Lu happily took out two blank A4 papers from the side and gave little Ibrahimovic a pen.

"Come, learn from me, this is a piglet"

Dad Lu drew a simplified pig in just a few strokes.

Then he held the hand of the little Ibrahimovic holding the pen and taught him how to draw step by step.

Little Ibrahimovic is interested and learns very quickly

So one of them taught and the other learned.

Soon, little Eevee could already draw piglets and turtles.

After finishing the study, little Ibrahimovic ran out happily holding the oil pen in his mouth.

Dad Lu was also curious and wanted to see what the little Ibrahimovic was doing, so he followed quietly.

Ibrahimovic was so eager to seek revenge that he didn't notice that there was someone following him.

So the man and the elf came to where Lu Ze was sleeping, one after the other.

After coming to Lu Ze's side, Ibrahimovic showed a sly smile.

Then, just as he had just learned, he gently painted on Lu Ze's face.

Draw a pig on the forehead and a turtle on the face.

Dad Lu just watched Ibrahimovic paint on Lu Ze's face. He not only watched but also watched with great interest.

"Well, little Eevee has a good learning ability and can draw really well."

Little Ibrahimovic was painting peacefully, and didn't notice that Dad Lu was watching him from behind.

Soon, Lu Ze's face was painted all over, but Ibrahimovic was very unhappy when he saw that there was still some blank space.

But the scattered blank spaces are really not enough to draw a piglet or a turtle.

So Ibrahimovic had to draw a circle in the blank space, but then he was not satisfied and added a few more strokes in the circle.

After Lu Ze's face was completely painted, Ibrahimovic looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction.

When he was about to leave the "crime scene", he turned around and saw Lu's father standing behind him. He was immediately scared to death.

(What should I do? I was caught doing a prank.)

When little Ibrahimovic looked at Dad Lu nervously, ready to act cute and beg for forgiveness,

Dad Lu patted the little Ibrahimovic's head, as if he was afraid of waking up Lu Ze, and whispered in the little Ibrahimovic's ear:

“Nice painting”

When Ibrahimovic heard that Father Lu did not blame him, he felt relieved.

He rubbed his head against Dad Lu in a cute way, put the pen at Dad Lu's feet, and then jumped away.

Dad Lu picked up the pen, looked at it, then looked at his son's painted face, and smiled happily.

Then he took a pen and filled in a few mustaches on Lu Ze's chin, and then returned to his research institute with satisfaction.

..........................................

Lu Ze looked at his father with resentment.

"It can't be you."

Dad Lu was shocked. Although he did draw it, he was not the mastermind. He couldn't admit it.

"How can I think of my father like this? Am I that kind of person?"

Lu Ze looked at his father's serious expression and nodded.

"Yeah, it's really not like you would do such a low-brow thing."

Dad Lu nodded and agreed: "That's right."

Lu Ze had a headache, so he sat on the sofa, holding his head.

"Ah!!! Who on earth is this? Just draw if you want, but use such a hard-to-wash-off brush. Don't you know I have to go to school tomorrow? This is too much!"

Listening to his son's roar, Dad Lu glanced at the pen holder with a guilty look.

"Son, please keep your voice down. I still need to write something."

As Dad Lu spoke, he came to the pen holder, blocked Lu Ze with his body, and secretly put the "tool" into the gap between the tables.