Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 685: Eighth Senior Brother

Outside the courtyard stood a small boy, less than a meter tall, looking about three years old, with a round face and big eyes. He was as delicate as a porcelain doll, wearing a black robe that seemed a bit too loose, looking like a child who had sneaked into an adult’s clothing.

The boy had short black hair, but it appeared as if it had been chewed by a dog. When he glanced over with his dark eyes, there was an unexpectedly profound aura about him.

The two children stared at each other.

With just one glance, the problem was apparent.

Tuanzi was taller than the boy.

The little boy immediately pulled a long face, but Tuanzi cheerfully stepped forward and hugged him, "Oh my, where did this little brother come from? So cute!"

With a little force, she lifted the boy and started walking inside.

"You’re so cute, stay and be Miaomiao’s little brother."

The boy being held coldly snorted, speaking in a childishly fierce voice, "I am your senior brother, how dare you act above your station?"

Tuanzi: "Pfft."

The little boy puffed up, "What are you laughing at? I really am your senior brother, the eighth senior brother!"

Tuanzi was skeptical, "But you’re even smaller than Miaomiao. Are you even three? When Miaomiao joined, weren’t you not even born yet?"

She held the little boy, pressing their cheeks together.

Their soft cheeks squished and moved around.

The little boy’s cheeks quickly flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment.

"You... you dare to act above your station?"

As they spoke, Tuanzi entered the house, set the little boy down, and took advantage of her height to ruffle his hair vigorously.

"Ah, how dare you speak to your elder sister like that? Come now, call me ’sister’ or ’senior sister.’ Call me ’senior sister,’ and I’ll give you candy."

The little boy snorted heavily, crossed his arms, and turned his head, "Hmph, do you take me for a three-year-old child? Who wants your candy?"

Seeing Tuanzi still staring at him with a cheerful gaze, her hands itching to move, he instinctively took a step back, deepening his voice on purpose, "I can’t get through to you, a mere kid who understands nothing. Where’s the eldest senior brother? Bring him out to meet me."

Duan Xiayou had already heard the commotion and was now leaning over the third-floor railing looking down.

Hearing a little boy proclaiming ’I,’ he pursed his lips and decided to stay on the third floor to watch the show.

Before long, someone appeared by his side, "Hey, can the eldest senior brother figure out his cultivation technique moves?"

Duan Xiayou pursed his lips again, "I’ve roamed Jianghu for less time than you have, how could I possibly know?"

He only had some skill in Listening Wave Swordsmanship and was not as adept as many junior brothers and sisters in other areas. But their sect didn’t uphold the might-makes-right view, so being the first to enter, he remained the eldest senior brother for life.

As he thought of his lazy nature, Duan Xiayou wasn’t sure whether being the first to join was a good thing or not.

Ji Zhangzhuo, with a tongue as eloquent as a lotus flower, showered him with praise, but his eyes remained fixed on the little boy on the first floor.

Duan Xiayou didn’t take the flattery to heart. This second senior brother, when complimenting people, was genuine only on rare occasions, usually either wanting to trick someone or needing a favor. He wouldn’t fall for it.

Hearing the child repeatedly proclaim ’I’ and say ’you act above your station’ with occasional remarks like ’calling me senior brother is your privilege,’ the smile at the corners of Ji Zhangzhuo’s lips deepened.

"Look, isn’t he like a little toothless tiger bouncing around?"

Duan Xiayou: "...So does that mean junior sister is a little tiger with teeth?"

Ji Zhangzhuo smiled broadly, "I really want to tease him, but unfortunately, junior sister beat me to it."

On the first floor.

Tuanzi already sensed the presence on the third floor, but looking at the little boy in front of her, he seemed oblivious, so she kindly asked, "Are you hurt?"

The little boy, with his small hands behind his back, walked around the hall as if inspecting his domain.

"Just a small issue, it will be resolved shortly."

Tuanzi got it, "So you are injured, Miaomiao should contact the seventh senior brother, tell him to finish his live broadcast and hurry home."

The little boy turned around, his black eyes fixed on her, "Who is the seventh senior brother? What skills does he have? How does he compare to me?"

Tuanzi held back again and again, but in the end, couldn’t help it. She darted forward, extended her chubby claws, pinched the boy’s cheeks, and pulled to the sides.

"Show some politeness when calling someone senior brother! You say ’senior brother’ with your mouth, but your tone is like ’hmph, ant’."

Tuanzi mimicked the little boy’s smug expression.

Her round face doing this looked especially adorable.

Thinking that now she too was chubby and pulling this face might have a similar effect to the junior sister’s, the little boy put on a serious face.

"I am the renowned Demon Sect Leader, of course the seventh senior brother is beneath me, isn’t it perfectly natural that I look down on him?"

Tuanzi was quite interested in the ’Demon Sect,’ but first, she wanted to teach the newcomer a lesson.

Her little chubby hand pressed on the boy’s forehead, and with a push, he retreated onto the sofa.

"Aowu!"

Like a little tiger, Tuanzi pounced forward, pressing one hand on the boy’s shoulder and using the other to vigorously ruffle his hair.

"You can’t even beat Miaomiao and still look down on seventh senior brother?"

The little boy struggled desperately, but every time he tried to activate his inner strength his whole body hurt, so he had to give up, laying on the sofa despairing.

"When I recover, even if you are the junior sister, I will not let you off!"

Tuanzi grabbed his hair with both hands, "Miaomiao won’t let you off right now!"

Ning Jixiu looked helplessly at the ceiling, and inadvertently, caught the gaze of the few on the third floor.

A pair of eyes, two pairs of eyes, three, a total of four pairs of eyes!

All four were watching his predicament, and none stepped in to help!

Ning Jixiu was furious, "You all call yourselves my senior brothers? Hmph, I don’t have fellow disciples like you. Once I recover... mmm."

Tuanzi was at it again with his soft cheeks, kneading, pinching, and pulling.

"You!"

Tuanzi smiled brightly, full of warmth, "The moment you stop referring to yourself as ’I,’ Miaomiao will let you go."

Ning Jixiu was silent for a moment before speaking softly, "I’m hungry, I want food."

Tuanzi continued to smile, "Call me senior sister."

Ning Jixiu quickly turned his head, "I’m only like this because of backlash from the cultivation technique, I am indeed the eighth senior brother, absolutely impossible for me to call you senior sister! But you haven’t even called me senior brother!"

Tuanzi slowly stepped back, standing on the floor with her hands in her pockets, looking quite innocent, "But, Miaomiao has never seen a senior brother shorter than herself, I just can’t bring myself to say it!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Ning Jixiu was utterly exasperated.

He flipped over and sat up.

"Master said you were cute and considerate, I don’t see that at all!"

Tuanzi looked shocked, "Master actually said nice things about Miaomiao? Doesn’t he always say Miaomiao is mischievously clever with too many little ideas?"

Ning Jixiu fell silent, his thick eyelashes drooping, a white little face showing a trend of turning black.

Did the master trick him, telling him to come to this world when he shouldn’t have?

The few senior brothers enjoyed the show, the supposedly cute and considerate junior sister turned out to be a sesame-filled dumpling. Yet he, suffering from backlash from his cultivation technique with recovery far off, could only traverse the world in the form of a three-year-old toddler, this was surely his downfall!

He ’plonked’ down onto the sofa again.