When it came to business, the old man's tone became much more serious, but the wording was still a bit horrible. When Shu Xiaoya heard the word "Houji" being used by the old man in this way, Shu Xiaoya felt that she would never be able to look directly at "Houji" in the future.
” the word.
Looking at the combination of the old man's red rosacea and white beard and felt hat, Shu Xiaoya still felt very funny.
Knowing that she couldn't leave tonight, Shu Xiaoya felt disappointed, "Ah... you can't leave tonight?"
She thought she could escape tonight.
The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm leaving! Girl, you're a good cook here. Leave some delicious food for me tomorrow. I'll take you away tonight."
As he spoke, the old man stood up, patted the osmanthus cake crumbs on his body, and looked at Shu Xiaoya with a smile.
Oops, the more I watch it, the more I like it!
"I don't know, what do you call senior?"
Shu Xiaoya saw that the old man was about to leave, and was not sure whether this man was perfunctory with her. However, looking at his serious look, Shu Xiaoya felt that it couldn't be a lie. Even if it was a lie, it would be a big deal for her to continue alone.
Just give it a try.
The old man rubbed his rosacea and said, "Hey, don't call me senior, it sounds ugly. My old man doesn't like that! Just call me Miaokong."
Shu Xiaoya pretended to be reserved and bowed, "Mr. Miaokong?"
"Come on! You little girl, you are deliberately trying to tease my old man! Okay, okay, you can call me whatever you want." The old man rolled his eyes at Shu Xiaoya, "The reason for stealing the great road with empty hands is for
Wonderful sky."
Shu Xiaoya was happy, "Ah, that's it...Old man, when will you come over tomorrow night?"
The old man was choked by Shu Xiaoya's words, and he didn't say a word for a long time. After a while, Miaokong finally said, "I really overestimated the education of a girl like you! However, my old man
like!"
After that, the old man jumped up and jumped out of the window. "Tomorrow night at three o'clock."
Shu Xiaoya looked at the old man's back and clenched her fists.
"Miaokong, Miaokong, don't fool me! Just because you stole a steamed bun from me last time and ate a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from me tonight, if you lied to me, I will have to pull it out one day.
Light your beard!”
At this moment, Miao Kong, who had flown half a mile away, felt an inexplicable chill on his back and almost fell from the air.
"Damn! Is this going to change?" Miao Kong complained speechlessly, rolled his eyes, and disappeared into the night in a flash.
The horse gallops thousands of miles, and the yellow sand is rolling.
The man was dressed in a purple robe, which was extremely expensive. A silver mask covered half of his handsome face.
"Sir, there are still twenty miles to the next town."
An Yue quietly rode forward, a step or two slower than the purple-robed man. He had just rushed back from the ANBU a day ago and had already contacted the ANBU Nine Kills. Presumably, there would be news about Shu Xiaoya in the next two days.
.
"Go to the inn and contact ANBU Jiu Sha."
Hua Xingxing's cold eyes narrowed slightly, the horse's reins in his hands tightened, and the corners of Yin Hong's lips pursed into a line, but there was not much warmth.
An Yue looked at the appearance of the Seventh Prince and felt a little unbearable in her heart, so she changed the subject. "Master, what are your and that master's plans for this martial arts conference?"
Hua Zhanyue asked Hua Xingxing to participate in the martial arts conference, not to fight for hegemony, and not to seize power.