Chapter 724 (1/2)
He drove away the alpacas who were running wildly in his heart. Yu Xiaoxiao said to young master Fenglin, ”don't ask that dead bald should have studied with a great witch in miaodi.”
”That's true,” young master Fenglin said.
Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the boy eagerly. What do you know? Are you sure“ What's that? ”Yu's little novel:” do you know about it? ”
”Among the medicine people are poisonous insects,” said young master Fenglin. ”Don't ask. You must have practiced witchcraft in Miao land.”
”He is more powerful than the witches,” Yu Xiaowen said. ”In terms of harming people, your master's dead bald is a genius.”
Young master Fenglin said, ”he is not my master.”
”Is it up to you to do it yourself,” Yu's little novel said. ”I'm curious. You remember when you were four years old?”
Young master Fenglin said, ”just remember a little.”
”Remember you have a little daughter-in-law?”
Young master Fenglin touched his left ear and said, ”I remember. It hurts when I tattoo. I naturally remember.”
”Come and squat down,” Yu Xiaoxiao waved to young master Fenglin.
Little master Fenglin didn't know, so he squatted down.
Yu Xiaoxiao lifted the little master Fenglin's hair, squinted at the tattoo on the left ear of the little master Fenglin, and said, ”Yo, it's a lotus or a root connected together.”
The young master of Fenglin changed to kneel on one leg and told Yu's little novel: ”this is bingdilian.”
Yu's little novel: ”lotus is lotus. What kind of lotus? Are you saying I have no culture?”
Young master Fenglin
Yu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, ”I saw tattoos on many men's earlobes in miaodi, but I didn't ask in detail. I didn't expect this to have something to do with engagement.”
Young master Fenglin hurriedly said, ”did the princess go to the Miao land?”
”Well, Mo Wen also went to miaodi. We fought for 300 rounds, but the dead bald ran away,” Yu xiaonovel: ”are you very disappointed?”
Young master Fenglin didn't speak.
Jade novel: ”don't be too disappointed. Your master was stabbed into his chest by Xiaojiang. He should have lived half his life if he didn't die. He should have been honest for some time.”
”Xiaojiang?”
”Oh, Jiang Zhuojun of rosefinch,” Yu's little novel: ”do you know him?”