Master Zui Meng stared at Ye Wuque, his eyes sharpened, like an eagle-falcon, as if he was angry at Ye Wuque's attitude.

Zhao Siliang was just about to make a comeback, but Master Zui Meng became lazy again. He went to the couch: "Since you don't appreciate it, then the old man won't leave you here for dinner. Please come back."

Ye Wuque bowed his hand and walked out without saying a word. Zhao Siliang followed.

"I didn't expect that I still looked down on Brother Ye. Master Zui Meng's status in the Shadow Mirror Group is extraordinary. Although he is only a Xuan-level, many people yearn for becoming his disciples, and even some Xuan-level members are the same."

mnbsp;Zhao Siliang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother Ye actually has another famous teacher. I am afraid that his cultivation must be higher than Master Zui Meng? Otherwise, it would be impossible to refuse so simply."

Ye Wuque said coldly: "On the one hand, I have a famous teacher, and on the other hand, Master Zui Meng gave me a warning without saying a word. His actions seemed to have exceeded the scope of consideration. It was clearly trying to embarrass me on purpose. It was not that I was tolerant, but that I felt that Master Zui Meng was not simply trying to accept me as his disciple.

Of course, this is just my unilateral guess and I have any evidence, but I don’t have any doubts about others. This is my criterion. I doubt him, so even if I don’t have a famous teacher, I may not necessarily regard him as my teacher. And I am not arrogant and have the skills of the acquired Great Star. I, Ye Wuque, will cultivate myself, so why do I need others to give me some advice?"

Zhao Siliang was thinking, thinking of Master Zui Meng's abnormal behavior before, and his heart moved slightly. He was considering whether to tell Ye Wuque what he was thinking, and he heard a "Ouch" exclaiming.

It turned out that Ye Wuque in front was about to go out, but seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't notice the person coming around the corner, and he collided with the person coming.

Ye Wuque had nothing to do, but the other party fell to the ground and squatted with his butt.

Ye Wuque came back to his senses and looked down and saw that it was a thin girl. She looked thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pretty face, and was as weak as a frightened little rabbit.

The little girl looked at Ye Wuque and saw that he was tall, she curled up timidly, not daring to look at him. The apple in a plastic bag was spread all over the floor.

However, the little girl's clothes were a little old, with an old-style red dress on her upper body, and her jeans were a bit white. The shoes were rare hand-made cloth shoes, and her face was worn out. She tied two braids and her face felt a little hungry and thin.

The little girl's dress is exactly the same as Master Zui Meng just now, and the outline of her face seems to be somewhat similar. Could it be that it has anything to do with Master Zui Meng?

"I'm sorry, little sister, I didn't notice you. I hit you and I'll pull you up."

Ye Wuque smiled apologetically and reached out to pull the little girl who was sitting aside. The little girl stretched out her hand, but she timidly withdrew her hand, then avoided Ye Wuque's gaze, lowered her head and slowly got up, slapped the dust on her body.

Her movement of slapping dust was very slow and gentle, and she was even a little afraid of her hands and feet, as if it would hurt when slapping dust. Her little face felt a little bitter, as if she was enduring pain.

Ye Wuque was stunned. This little girl had absolutely any disease. Her right hand was salmony and had almost no flesh. She felt skinny and bone-like, as if she was not as thin as a machine head.

But it seems normal except for the right hand.

Ye Wuque sighed, thinking that he had polio and met Master Zui Meng, a parent who only knew how to drink and sleep. No wonder he wore a torn shirt and was rustic and didn't know how to dress up.

The two helped the little girl pick up the fruits scattered on the ground. The little girl took them, bowed to them, and trotted into the house.

"Brother Zhao, is this child the granddaughter of Master Zui Meng? Why did she get polio? Why didn't she go to school? And Master Zui Meng doesn't seem to be a person who is short of money? Why is that little girl dressed like that? It's rustic and looks like a wild child." Ye Wuque asked.

Zhao Siliang shook his head: "Brother Ye, you don't know that the girl has no relationship with Master Zui Meng. Instead, she picked it up by Master Zui Meng once. She has been following Master Zui Meng for four or five years. However, she is indeed sick, but it is not polio. I don't know what strange disease comes from.

When she first picked it up, she was foolish. In recent years, Master Zui Meng took her around the country to visit famous doctors all over the world, and almost dissipated her wealth. Finally, she found a descendant of the doctor family, which opened up the tricks for this little girl. She was no longer foolish. However, that hand seemed to be useless and could not be cured. I am not very clear about the specific situation.

That little girl was very stubborn. She didn't want to give her money, and she almost didn't spend any money. She was reluctant to spend a penny on her own except to take care of Master Zui Meng.

As for her clothes? It’s not like this on weekdays, even if the clothes are old, they don’t look like this. Now the clothes on her are the ones she wore when Master Zui Meng picked her up, so they look very old.

She seemed reluctant to throw it away, and she would take it out and wear it for a few days every once in a while. Maybe it was given to her by her relatives."

After hearing this, Ye Wuque sighed secretly. He was another miserable child. If it weren't for Master Zui Meng picking it up, he wouldn't know where to wander. Thinking of this, Ye Wuque's view of Master Zui Meng changed a little.

"Then why didn't she go to school?"

"She was still aware of her intelligence, and she was still a little lacking in her current intelligence, and she was very afraid of strangers. Master Zui Meng once sent her to school, but she was really not suitable to go to school, so she gave up later. Anyway, Master Zui Meng's ability was enough to make her happy for a lifetime, so she didn't force her."

Ye Wu nodded - What a peaceful and happy life.

However, the clothes from four or five years ago seemed to fit the little girl. Has she not grown up due to illness over the years?

Ye Wuque was puzzled. If he had the opportunity to work hard, he would do something for this poor little girl.

"Grandpa, I bought the fruit, you can eat some." The little girl ran to the room happily and said.

Master Zui Meng's face became ugly at this time, as if he was ashamed to death, his face was gone, he was panting, and his throat was "hoho" sounded. His eyes and eyes were congested, as if he was about to drip bleeding, which was very terrible.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Xiaoyuer, Xiaoyuer can't be without grandpa." The bag in Xiaoyuer's hand fell to the ground and scattered all over the ground again.

She cried and knelt on the bamboo couch with a thud, grabbed Master Zui Meng's hand, buried her head in Master Zui Meng's arms, tears flowing like a spring, crying sadly, listening to sadness, birds hear sadness.

Master Zui Meng tilted his head and coughed up a large mouthful of black blood. The blood was on his beard, forming a distinct color difference with his face, which looked shocking.

He gently patted Xiaoyu'er's back and touched the muscles at the corner of his mouth.

" it, it, so that I can survive and continue to take care of Xiaoyuer. Xiaoyuer's disease may be cured..."

Master Zui Meng was roaring in his heart, and he was still breathing heavily, but his eyes became cold and sharp, and murderous thoughts were surging in his heart.
Chapter completed!