Chapter 123: The Meaning of the Fourth Master

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Jun Ze didn't look at Hei Kui over there, and he didn't make a sound, but raised his hand from time to time to scratch the itch on his face, seeing him like that, Yuluo pushed the medicine box in his hand over, "Wipe this, stop the itch." ā€

Jun Ze still didn't react, Yuluo was amused, but he couldn't, so he could only get up with the medicine box and sit down on the bed over there, looking at Shaoqing, who couldn't help but scratch his face in his sleep, shook his head, opened the box in his hand, and laughed at the person over there while applying ointment to the child, "Tossing the little girl like that, you are still angry here, a boy, is your mind too small?"

Jun Ze didn't care much about his words, because he wasn't angry, that yellow-haired girl was not worth him to twist that tendon, what he cared about was what Shaoqing came back to tell him, he had another illness this morning, and he never understood that he would become like that from time to time, whether it was something in his body that was doing trouble, or the little in front of him was mischievous.

"Hei Kui naturally has his temper, and it's normal to make trouble for a while when something doesn't go well, don't think about it at this time, after the master comes back in two days, we will discuss and give you a good check-up." Looking at the person over there, Yuluo comforted.

The people in the afterglow were still smiling, but this did not make Junze feel any warmth, but he asked coldly, "When will it be two days later?"

Yuluo knew that what he was going to ask about his father, but he shook his head, "I'm not sure about this, we can't touch the plans of the senior uncle and the third uncle, maybe we will return tomorrow, maybe we won't be back in another ten days and a half." ā€

Jun Ze turned his head to look at him, "Isn't tomorrow the day when you are going to hold a conference of the alliance, if they don't come back, how can you preside over it?"

Hearing this, Yuluo smiled, "Why can't we host without them, there are so many people, and there is no one who can take care of things?"

Jun Ze sneered, "Steward, isn't what happened today enough for you to drink a pot?" After being so seriously injured, I'm afraid there are not many people who can stand up tomorrow, so is the meeting going to be postponed?"

Yu Luo shook his head, "The alliance conference was stipulated by the elders of the various factions back then, and the days chosen were particular, not in advance or postponed, no matter what happened. You were worried a lot just now, whether it was the Daomen or the delegates from outside, you could stand up, and then you little dolls would just stand aside and listen. ā€

Jun Ze turned around, "What do you care about us, who wants to go over?"

Yuluo raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Shi is not here, you and Shaoqing should be a representative when you attend, you can't go." ā€

Jun Ze sneered to himself, "I'm afraid that there will be some lawless rebels to attack at that time, but we are precious to our own little life." ā€

The sarcasm of the words did not make Yuluo feel any discomfort, but felt funny, "If you don't speak, you look like a fairy, but when you speak, you look like a stinging old man." ā€

Jun Ze looked at the fruit in his hand and threw it over at Hei Kui over there, "If you don't go, you won't go, and the kid on the bed won't go, so you can arrange someone else." ā€

Yu Luo leaned on the bed railing behind him, and looked at the people below and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then if Uncle Shi can come back tomorrow, will you go with him?"

Jun Ze said: "He himself has passed, what are we going to do, what kind of conference do you have?"

The corners of Yuluo's mouth hooked a small arc, "I've been here for a few days, don't you want to go out to breathe, Daomen City is so big, you don't want to go and see it, there are a lot of people sent by each sect tomorrow, and if you miss this opportunity, you have to wait for another four years." ā€

Jun Ze picked up another fruit in the fruit bowl and shook it, "Since there are so many people here, you should think carefully about how to ensure the safety of others, and don't make it like today, and spread it out to make people laugh." ā€

Yuluo sat there and paused for a while, watching Shaoqing roll around on the bed several times, until Bai Kui next to him was squeezed so that there was nowhere to drill, and then he rubbed his thighs that were a little swollen and painful and smiled: "It's quite funny, but it makes people think that we are a farce directed and acted by ourselves." ā€

Jun Ze no longer paid attention to him, but got up and pounced on Hei Kui over there, reaching out to take out the fruit he bit in his mouth, and Hei Kui, who ate the duck in his mouth, was willing to be locked to death by his little master and did not let go, his two big eyes squinted at the kid in front of him, his throat "whined", and he bared his teeth like a dog that had been provoked.

Looking at the two guys rolling in a ball below, Yuluo didn't have time to laugh at one, but Bai Kui over there laughed out loud, muttering indistinctly, "Stupid...... Egg...... Clumsy...... What about the balls......"

Although a few words were stumbling, it was enough to make Yuluo on the side widen his eyes in shock, Jun Ze below frowned slightly when he looked at the pink and white on the bed, but Hei Kui didn't show any curiosity, he opened his mouth at the guy over there and spit out a stream of clear water, and immediately poured the two people on the bed over there and one guy on the empowering, and laughed "quack" in his mouth, and the word "Fake" spit out, so that Jun Ze, who was pressed down by him, couldn't help but shake his eyebrows.

Bai Kui, who was washed back, was very dissatisfied with Hei Kui, "Goo" scolded a few words and didn't know what to scold, he opened his mouth to fight back, but was strangled by Yuluo on the side, "My God, if you fight here, the house will not be lifted for you?"

Shaoqing, who was woken up by cold water, opened his eyes at this time, and pouted as he lay there looking at the situation in the house, "Look at the good things you have done, Xiao Ze, you can't care about him......" As he spoke, he turned over and fell asleep again, as if he didn't feel that his surroundings had become an ocean, and a handful of curly hair was scorched by a trace of fire from Bai Kui on the side......

In the dark prison of Daomen, Yan Qing and Qianzi were looking at the two people in front of them and thinking about something.

The few people who were brought in during the day were the only ones left alive at this time, and they were still limp and half-dead with their heads drooping, not to mention making them move, but it was difficult to even speak, which was really a headache.

Yan Qing withdrew the Gu worms sent out back to his cuffs, and his brows were pressed to the minimum, "Without thinking, their master's methods are really incomprehensible." ā€

It was common for the descendants to have their hands behind their backs, "In this case, it is better to let them go back first, and follow behind to find their lair, and then it is not too late to strike." ā€

The corners of Yan Qing's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, "The prison warden's words are wrong, firstly, I don't know where they want to go back, and secondly, I don't know who is waiting there, let them go back, if there is a mistake in the middle, wouldn't it be that those girls were poisoned, such a bet, we can't bet." ā€

Hearing this, the descendant lowered his head, "What the fourth master said is, since this is the case, do you still want to keep them alive?"

Yan Qing turned around, took the white towel on the tray next to him and wiped his hands, as if he had thought a lot, before he spoke: "Keep it, it can be useful in the future." ā€

These words puzzled the descendants, "What does the fourth master mean?"

Yan Qing laughed to himself, "I don't know what it means, let's wait until the lord and his old man come back, how to arrange between the old men has never told us, oh yes, everything in the morgue over there has been dealt with, and you are not afraid of any ghosts and moths when you pile them together!"

Descendant, "......"