Before we could speak, Doudou, who had entered before me, opened his hands, and with his little short legs, the white-bearded old man rushed over: "Master—"

Seeing that Doudou was about to plunge into the arms of the white-bearded old man, he saw the white-bearded old man stretch out a finger and put it against Doudou's chest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just a finger, but it's like a thunder pool that can't be crossed, no matter how much you flutter, you can't go any further.

"Master, what are you doing? Your finger Zen skills ......"

"Yiren Xiaoyou, you're finally here. Come on, come on, sit down and have a cup of tea. ”

The white-bearded old man interrupted Doudou's vexatious fuss, flicked his sleeves, rolled Doudou firmly into another corner, and then got up, and took me into the seat next to him, and poured me a cup of tea without a stand.

Perhaps the white-bearded old man was too enthusiastic, which caused the person next to him to frequently cast a glance at me.

"What's wrong? Don't you like tea? It's okay, I'll ask them to bring a drink, what do you want to drink? After saying that, the white-bearded old man was about to beckon.

"Don't bother. When does the contest start? "I don't like to be with people, it makes me feel irritable.

"Xiaoyou, don't worry, the person invited by Wang Shi's nephew hasn't arrived yet, and I don't know if I'm afraid? It's still true, if there are any unforeseen circumstances on the road, we guess we'll have to wait a while. The white-bearded old man touched his beard and squinted at the person opposite, looking like he was watching a good show.

Since he said so, I didn't say anything more, and drank the tea on the table by myself.

This tea tastes good and has a very special fragrance. But it's still worse than the tea that Skull usually makes for me, after all, the tea I usually drink, the tea leaves are all from paradise.

After two sips, I wasn't interested.

But the skull, who had been standing behind me without saying a word, stepped forward, and as soon as his hand flipped over, a tray appeared in his hand.

On the tray were a teapot and a teacup, apparently prepared in advance.

The skull skillfully took out the tea leaves, poured a little into the teapot, poured hot water again, shook the teapot in his right hand a few times, and poured me a cup after a while: "My lord, try the new tea I just fried, so as to pass the boring time, be careful of scalding." ”

The skull's action of making tea and making tea is becoming more and more fluid, and there is a faint ancient charm. Just I admire,

But it doesn't mean that others can appreciate it.

When I picked up the teacup and was about to savor it, the face of the man who was called "Wang Shi's nephew" by the white-bearded old man was a little ugly.

"This little friend is really a big man, drinking tea so leisurely, it seems that he is sure to win the game."

"It's impossible to say that you can win, so let's give it a try."

I took a sip of tea, and the slightly astringent tea spread in my mouth until it slid down my throat, leaving a faint sweetness and fragrance between my teeth, which made me feel a little happy. Only then did I have the leisure to look at the person in front of me.

This person looks like he is in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes reveal a fierce spirit. The first time I saw it, I didn't want to look at it again.

I didn't look closely at this person before. One is because he has kept his head down since I entered the door, and the other is because I really have no interest in this kind of demon slayer who is not very powerful.

I like to make others wait, but I don't like to wait for others. If I hadn't promised Doudou and the white-bearded old man beforehand, I would have turned around and left.

"Isn't it possible for Xiaoyou to think that you can defeat your opponent just by relying on this Shikishen by your side?"

"Kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, and it won't be his turn to play later."

I don't know why they all think that the skull is my Shikigaku, but I think they must not be able to see my true cultivation, otherwise they wouldn't have said anything like that.

I can tell whether the demon slayer is strong or not, mainly by spiritual power perception. There is an essential difference between my cultivation method and the cultivation method of the demon slayer. In their eyes, I'm probably just an ordinary person with some means.

"It's a big breath, I hope that Xiaoyou can hold on a little more and don't cry your nose."

With that, the man took a sip of tea, and as he put down the teacup, his hand shook, and an invisible force rushed towards me.

I was about to get out of the way, but the white-bearded old man grabbed it with his bare hands, and a small black monster was pinched in his hand. It turned out that the invisible force just now was this little monster.

I don't know where I provoked that "Wang Shinephew", he actually wanted to deal with me?

"What is this doing? You, who are an elder, bully a junior, are not the etiquette that your family should have. ”

"Hey, I don't have such a junior who has no one in his eyes."

The man poured the tea behind him, added a cup of water to the empty cup, and stopped talking. But the white-bearded old man approached me, to be precise, the teacup in my hand, and his nose twitched a few times: "Xiaoyou, this tea is good, can you bring me a cup?" ”

I motioned for the skull to pour him a glass, but the skull stood still, seemingly completely oblivious to my prompt.

Well, the skull is just my deacon, not someone else's.

The white-bearded old man was not angry, he poured himself a cup, couldn't wait to take a sip, and narrowed his eyes with enjoyment: "Good tea, really good tea." He threw his head up and drank it all, poured another glass, and returned to his place to savor it.

I glanced at the pockets that were tied to the side and couldn't move, and then at the white-bearded old man who was sipping tea, and couldn't help but smile.

This pair of living treasures has been playing there like no one has been playing since the beginning, and the two hurt each other, but no one is willing to hurt anyone. It is better to say that it is a master and an apprentice, but it is better to say that it is a friend. I don't know how the white-bearded old man who looks sixty or seventy years old is playing with the four or five year old.

Ignoring Doudou's cries for help at me, I carefully felt the breath of the visitor.

It's powerful!

Before I could think about it any more, someone pushed the door open and entered.

The man looked like he was in his twenties, 1.7 meters tall, wearing ordinary clothes, and the look on his face was also very plain, but the sharpness in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

Presumably this is the helper invited by the "nephew of the king".

The man glanced around, his eyes swept over me, fell on the skull's body, paused for a few seconds, and then walked straight behind the "nephew of the king".

"Wang Shinephew, this is your mistake, such a small competition, why bother to 'draw immortals'."

"It's just a small five-colored stone, didn't you come to observe it in person? No matter how big or small the game is, we have to give it our all, right? Okay, now that everyone is here, the game can begin. It's half past ten, and I'm trying to finish the game by 10:45, I still have some things to take care of. ”

"Wang Shinephew, you and I know who the 'painting immortal' is. It's not appropriate for him to deal with my little friend who is not yet an adult, right? ”

"What's not suitable, I think it's the right fit." The corners of the "Wang Shinephew" almost reached the back of his ear, raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and asked me, "Are you right, this little friend?" ”

"Whatever you want." I replied.