readx;?“ What's going on here? And also...... What do you have to do with our family, and why do you have spirit butterflies? Yan Xiaosong's stomach was full of doubts and needed to be answered by the person in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the other party's appearance, he doesn't look like a bad person, but he is still highly vigilant, not afraid of 10,000, just in case.

"That's a long story...... But who am I? You stinky boy really don't know? The old man suddenly sighed, "That's right, even if I look like this, you won't recognize me even if you see me!" ”

"Do you still know my junior sister Qingyou?" Yan Xiaosong was even more curious.

"Not only do you know, she still has the blood of this king on her body!" The old man said helplessly.

"What? Are you saying that my sister has your blood on her body? Yan Xiaosong laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Aren't you daydreaming?" ”

"You stinky boy......" Before the old man could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"I think what this old man said is true." Lin Xiyue suddenly walked between the two of them, her inky black eyes kept rolling in the circles under her eyes, "I think this old man feels more like the Qing King in your mouth, rather than the brutal and ruthless dead old man outside." ”

"Lin Xiyue, you don't know don't talk nonsense here, I was brought up by my master since I was a child, how can I not know what my master looks like, the person outside is indeed my master, this must not be fake."

"And what if it's a sibling?"

"This ...... I didn't hear my master say that he had a fellow brother! ”

Lin Xiyue's brother is indeed very reasonable, but Yan Xiaosong is still a little skeptical.

How could this old man with a golden mask in front of him be his invincible master?

"Haha...... This little girl is really smart. It's amazing that you can think of this, no wonder you need to open this mechanism. The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Yan Xiaosong with a dissatisfied expression, "You stinky boy, I have raised you for decades, and you are not as good as a little girl who has never even seen me!" ”

"Are you really my master?" Yan Xiaosong's clear eyes betrayed him a little, he already believed that the old man wearing the golden mask in front of him was the master who had raised him for decades.

Because only his master will call him a stinky boy, and he will say that when his skin is itchy, he will scratch it with ghost claws......

"Master......" Yan Xiaosong suddenly knelt down and hugged the old man's legs and shouted.

Lin Xiyue stood aside, and she could clearly feel that this was the deep master-apprentice relationship written in the book.

The dead old man outside was as ruthless as Yan Xiaosong, and he clearly didn't look like the master who had raised him for decades and regarded him as a parent.

"Stinky boy, do you finally believe that this king is your master?" The old man reached out and tapped lightly on the top of his head, scolding.

But then he reached out to help the other party up, and then hugged Yan Xiaosong tightly.

Yan Xiaosong was already crying in the arms of the old man, although men don't flick when they have tears, but isn't there still a lyric: It's not a sin for a man to cry and cry......

After many years of acquaintance, can you not cry?

Even Lin Xiyue, who has nothing to do with this matter, is crying at this time, as if she usually sits on the sofa at home and watches romantic dramas.

It's so touching, but it's also so bizarre that it can even be described in modern popular language, that is: too bloody!

What happened in the past two days made Lin Xiyue, a person living in an ordinary metropolis, really indigestible, and it can even be said that she still thinks she is dreaming.

A very peculiar dream......