"I came to find an old friend." The man put his hand to his lips and coughed heavily. His words were vague and his answer was not sincere.
Nangong Baiye glanced at him, curled his lips and smiled. The smile had a profound meaning, as if he had guessed something but didn't reveal it. He just stretched out his hand and stuffed a tomato into the little man's mouth.
Nangong Xiaomiao's eyes widened in an instant. She pinched the tomatoes happily with her two little hands, sucked the sweet juice inside into her mouth, and sighed happily...
Only then did the man notice the little man's eyes. Those eyes were obviously different from those of ordinary people. There were golden lines that looked strange. They looked somewhat similar to the man in the palace...
"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Nangong Xiaomiao tilted her little head and sucked up the last drop of juice from her fingers, her little face full of satisfaction.
The man chuckled: "It's nothing."
How could he have been overthinking it? How could he, at that moment, think that this child looked similar to that person?
That man was truly deviant, extremely luxurious, and terribly lazy.
His father couldn't do anything about him and he loved him more than anything.
"Ahem..." The man came back to his senses. His handsome face was covered with a sickly red color because of the violent cough: "Is your name Nangong Xiaomiao? Why do you want to rob a man?"
"Oh, this." Nangong Xiaomiao looked up, her face full of seriousness: "I am looking for a husband for my mother!"
Hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the woman drinking tea, the smile in his eyes getting stronger.
"Classmate Xiaomiao, please be more reserved." Nangong Baiye put down the teacup and half-curled his mouth: "Don't tell everyone you are looking for a husband for me. This will put a lot of pressure on me."
Nangong Xiaomiao dragged her chin with both hands, as helpless as a young adult: "Okay, I'll try my best to control it."
"You'd better control it, otherwise..." Nangong Baiye played with the tomatoes in his palm, squinted his eyes mischievously, and said in a lazy voice, "You know."
Nangong Xiaomiao immediately straightened her neck, leaned in front of Nangong Baiye and said, "Mom, don't be angry, next time Xiaomiao will help you find a handsome man richer than this uncle."
"Don't worry, I like good figures." Nangong Baiye seemed to be about to fall asleep and yawned lazily.
Hearing this, Nangong Xiaomiao looked back at the man and muttered: "He is indeed too weak. Will he not be able to do it in bed..."
A crack finally appeared on the man's always gentle face: These two people were so loud... did they treat him like air?
Liu Yun, who was driving the carriage, also heard the discussion inside. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throw the mother and son out of the carriage, and rushed to the top of the mountain at full speed.
For a famous fairy mountain, the top of Qingcheng Mountain is obviously too quiet. Apart from layers of mist, not even half a person can be seen.
The man didn't care, he smiled warmly and said to the deserted Qingshan: "Bei Mingxun wants to see you, and I hope the master will sacrifice himself."
"Bei Mingxun, the three royal boys? Haha." In the mist, a hearty and hearty laughter rang out, spreading throughout the entire mountain forest in an instant.
Before Liu Yun had time to identify where the sound came from, he saw a figure appearing in front of him. The figure had a shaved head, a wine bottle in his hand, and a smile that looked very much like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple.
"Master, I haven't seen you for four years, but you are getting richer and richer." Bei Mingxun walked forward with a slight smile.
The old monk laughed loudly: "It's true, I recently accepted a disciple, and his little life is not an ordinary one..."
"Master, you're drinking behind my back again."
Before the old monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by a chuckle that shook his ears. He quickly turned around and hid behind Bei Mingxun, and began to hide the wine bottle...
"Grandpa, stop hiding, mother said, don't kill him if you give him a drink!" Nangong Xiaomiao ran over and secretly nuzzled the old monk's ear.
Bei Mingxun looked at Nangong Baiye in the night, his narrow eyes filled with shock.
The Demon-Conquering Master never accepts apprentices easily, but if he accepts an apprentice, it must be someone with extremely fake bones and gifted abilities.
He also once said that the only person in the world who could catch his eye was the man in the palace.
But now, he has accepted another disciple... Bei Mingxun once again focused his attention on Nangong Baiye, with a hint of playfulness on his face. If that person knew that he had an additional junior sister, he would not know whether that person would be troubled or not.
Will there be other expressions on the shocked face...