Ji Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and said with dazed eyes: "Senior sister, do you mean him, Uncle Xinglan?"
"You were still young at that time, less than eight years old, so it is normal for you to have no impression." Lingxi said in a cold voice: "In addition, Uncle Xinglan has changed a lot in recent years, which is very different from the portraits you saw in Kunlun.
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Ji Qinghe was dumbfounded.
To be precise, her face was full of bewilderment.
She looked at my third uncle blankly for a long time, as if she wanted to see some familiarity from his face.
"You were beaten by me several times a day when you were a child. Do you still remember?" San Bo clenched his fists and laughed: "You and Pei Chuan are the most dishonest in the entire Kunlun Mountains, but I like to beat dishonest people."
"There is a rope whip on my third peak. You are the one who has been whipped the most."
"It made you and Pei Chuan run all over the mountain, crying for father and mother. It was very interesting."
Sanbo recalled with great interest: "Lingxi is obedient and smart, so she has never been whipped by me, but is often rewarded by me."
Ji Qinghe's dazed eyes suddenly lit up, and he slowly walked to the third uncle in surprise and fear, and said in a trembling voice: "You, are you really my uncle Xinglan? The third elder of Kunlun?"
"What do you think?" Sanbo slapped Ji Qinghe on the head and said with a warm smile, "Is this slap familiar?"
"Wow, Uncle Xinglan, it's really you." Ji Qinghe covered his head and cried with joy: "Why are you here? Do you know that my father talks about you every day."
When Ji Qinghe mentioned Ji Xuanqing, the headmaster of Kunlun, Sanbo's smiling face suddenly froze, and he said angrily: "Don't mention that bug in front of me, it's off-putting."
Ji Qinghe still wanted to talk, but the third uncle waved his hand impatiently and said: "Eat, eat, children, don't worry about adults' matters."
After saying that, Sanbo turned around and walked towards the yard.
My dad winked at me and invited Lingxi and others to come into the house.
Pei Chuan poured the swill and followed behind with a wooden bucket. He was so pitiful that he was really afraid of my third uncle to his core.
"It's good to be a bit promising. This is not Kunlun. What are you afraid of him doing?" I comforted Pei Chuan.
The latter lowered his head and said feebly: "You are so blessed that you don't know how to be blessed. You have never experienced Uncle Xinglan's violent methods."
"The four elders of Kunlun, my master is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and Master Jingyue is as sharp-tongued as my master."
"But Master Baiyou is even better. He has a docile personality and a kind attitude. He never lectures us."
"Only your third uncle, the smiling tiger of Kunlun."
Pei Chuan muttered in a low voice: "If you offend him, he will smile with you on the surface, but then he will give you a slap in the face."
"No, there's also a whip."
"It's a real throbbing. It hurts so much that your vision goes black and you can't stand."
"Hey, you can't chase the past, you'll be filled with tears if you chase it."
"Suning, you have to protect me, my personal safety depends on you."
Pei Chuan expressed his loyalty to me as if he was dead and said: "You protect my safety, and when I return to Zhongzhou, I will give you all the money I earned from Tieshan."
"So generous?" I asked in astonishment: "All at once? Not in installments?"
"Yes, no installments." Pei Chuan gritted his teeth and said simply: "That's it."
"What's the deal? You and Tieshan carry the gifts off the car." Lingxi sneered: "Uncle Xinglan is teaching you a lesson for your own good. If you don't live up to your expectations, why should you blame your elders for being merciless?"
Pei Chuan did not dare to refute, and turned to urge Tieshan to carry the gifts.
Ji Qinghe is as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost.
She looked at Lingxi for a while, and then looked at me with complicated eyes.
Finally, he stood under the peach tree in the yard and stopped and said, "Don't think that I will be afraid of you with the support of Uncle Xinglan."
