After confessing everything to my uncle. Rong Wuyi felt that he was not alone.

Involve the little uncle in it, and think twice before doing anything in the future. You can't be capricious, you can't be arbitrary. Yourself, you can't afford to lose. You can't lose either.

"Father. Rong Wuyi gently spit out these two words, and his voice was inaudible.

Stranger. I don't know his past, personality, what he likes, and what he hates. I just saw him through a stack of photo albums.

In Jingjia. No one took the initiative to bring it up. If you ask yourself, it's also a passing pass, and the lack of information is pitiful.

He. Is it really dead?

Also, is Grandpa involved?

There are too many mysteries, and they are messed up into a ball of thread.

There is no secret in this world that can be hidden. As long as a breakthrough is found, there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed.

Rong Wuyi played with the jade pendant around his neck, which was given to him by the old □□ of the Hu family. Is the way of heaven making up for the luck that he owed to himself in his previous life? It is really timely and has given him such a great help.

Hu family. It's time to find a chance to meet.

All uncertainties, he does not allow to exist.

Ansu Town. It's really a strange town, it's a plug-in that God has opened for himself!

In my previous life, I was stupid, and I was fooled into leaving here early and went to Sijiu City. No one has ever seen a few, let alone noticed the difference.

Now, who fooled whom, it is not certain.

Rong Wuyi decided to make more snacks and other delicacies. Find an opportunity to visit one by one in person.

Didn't Old Man Zhong introduce himself to a few masters? Let's start with them.

I don't want to. Let's go see the old man, didn't Jing Bo come back with his little uncle?

"Jingbo. Rong Wuyi passed through the garden and came to the residence of the steward Jing.

"Little Jiu. Steward Jing was still packing his bags in the house.

"Jing Bo is back, and he doesn't play with Xiao Jiu. You don't love Xiao Jiu anymore~" Rong Wuyi said aggrievedly.

"Little Jiu. Jing Boke has brought you a lot of gifts, and I just want to find them out and send them to you. "In Steward Jing's room, there are indeed a lot of wrapped gifts.

"Jingbo. Xiao Jiu loves you~" Rong Wuyi didn't care that he had a one-glance style. It's time to see the little gift for yourself.

"It's a lot~" It's really a lot, and it's all piled up on a table. "Is it all for Xiao Jiu?"

Steward Jing nodded with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Jiu likes Jingbo the most~" Find a big bag and put all your share into the bag.

"Jingbo~Xiao Jiu took it~" Hey, my gifts are wrapped in colorful paper.

"Can you move it?" Steward Jing looked at the big bag that was fatter than him, a little worried. "I'll send you back. ”

"No, no, no~" Rong Wuyi hurriedly shook his head. "A little bit of road, it's fine. ”

"Jingbo. You're busy, see you later~" Rong Wuyi worked hard, dragged the bag and half-mopped back to the room.

Rong Wuyi sat cross-legged on the ground, with a large bag that had just been moved in little by little.

There are so many gifts, big and small.

Demolition, demolition, demolition!

He likes to open gifts and enjoy the feeling of unwrapping paper.

A box of nuts.

Steward Jing really has a delicate mind. Knowing that you like to open gifts and play, no matter what it is, it is carefully packaged. Tear yourself apart.

Jing Butler. He looked less than forty years old. He shouldn't have called him Jingbo, but everyone in the Jing family called him that. Out of respect, I guess it's out of respect.

It is particularly all-round, capable of writing and martial arts.

Small objects such as watches can be repaired, and antique calligraphy and paintings can also be restored.

can accompany him to the mountains to pick flowers, and he can also use stones to stun prey.

Talent.