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Chapter 355 Zhuzhu pretends to be Guanyin

Protector Zuo immediately said: "Yes."

He dragged the person down neatly. Mrs. Liao was actually better at it than him, but she didn't dare to struggle at all and was dragged down obediently.

After a while, Protector Zuo left and came back, saying: "Ancestor? What should we do now? Should we...shall we dismiss the gang first? To avoid the limelight?"

"Don't worry," the cloaked man said, "It's far from the end of the road now. I made two moves before, just in case... Now, it's time to use it."

Protector Zuo perked up and said, "Ancestor ordered!"

"No need," the cloaked man walked slowly inside: "When the time comes, it will appear naturally. Remember, don't disturb me, and don't do unnecessary things...Success or failure depends on luck!"

As he spoke, he walked into the backyard. Guardian Zuo stood there, anxious and helpless.

The ancestor's retreat place is full of mechanism formations. It is extremely tight and no one can enter. Even Han Gang could only ring the bell outside to call people. He wouldn't have responded in the last three days.

Sometimes he couldn't help but suspect that the ancestor was not there at all. Otherwise, how could he not even ask for food?
Also, he only talked about the gold mine and nothing else. How did the ancestor know that it was not the end yet?
The more Protector Zuo thought about it, the more he felt in awe, and it took him a long time to turn around and leave.

It was midnight that night.

Capital City, Prince Duan’s Mansion,

Everyone was sleeping, but outside the window, there seemed to be birdsong.

The sound was not loud, but it was very strange, a bit like a man screaming, screaming several times, stopping, screaming again, and repeating several times.

Han Jiujiu, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes in a daze.

Listening to the strange chirping of birds, he slowly, slowly sat upright. In the darkness, his pupils gradually darkened, and then he slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

At dawn, Han Zhenge sent a set of small-faced figures to Yueyuan.

Lizhi was worried that his master was not very happy these days. When he saw it, he felt like he had found a treasure. When Zhuzhu woke up, he immediately showed it to her.

Zhuzhu now has martial arts classes in the morning and literature classes in the afternoon, so it’s been a while since she’s had a Korean noodle maker.

Now when I saw the little face, I could see that there were Zhuzhu in various shapes, including those who read, practiced martial arts, laughed, and ate. Each one was alive and cute, and Zhuzhu liked it very much.

So in the afternoon, Zhuzhu asked someone to call Han Jiujiu over to talk.

After receiving the letter, Han Zhenge responded with a smile on his lips and walked out. Suddenly he thought of something and went to the window sill to take a mirror and look at it.

The poor-quality small bronze mirror reflected a face with deep dimples and white teeth. The smile should have been very sweet, but because of the cold eyes, there was an indescribable sense of fragmentation. Instead, It seems very strange.

He smiled in the mirror and took a long breath, trying to make his eyes clear. After trying several times, the coldness faded a little, but if you look closely, you can see that it is still a little different from Han Jiujiu.

He clicked his tongue in displeasure, moved his lips slightly, and said silently: "I'd better let you do it."

The next moment, the eyes of the man in the mirror became clear again. He was confused and frightened, looking back and forth between the room and himself, not knowing why.

Outside, the boy couldn't wait any longer and said, "Han Jiujiu? Hurry up, the master is still waiting!"

Han Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, and without any time to think about it, he quickly said: "It's coming, it's coming!"

While holding the noodle maker's frame, he walked out quickly.

After entering the room, Tuanzi was looking at his little face. As soon as he saw him coming, he jumped up to meet him, smiling with his eyes wide open: "Hanjiujiu!"

He bent down sharply and responded with a smile: "Master."

Tuanzi said happily: "The beads you squeezed are so beautiful, Zhuzhu likes them!"

He looked at the table and his expression froze.

He originally wanted to make twelve of this set, one a month, but now he has only made ten. Who... sent it to the master?Has his strange disease returned?Zhuzhu pulled his sleeve and raised her little face: "What's wrong?"

Han Jiujiu said quickly: "Master, I originally wanted to make twelve, but now I am still short of two."

Tuanzi suddenly said: "How many more! Just wait a moment!"

She ran back and forth in the house, looking back and forth, and then suddenly thought of something, ran over and picked up the embroidery shed of lychee, held it in her hands, imitating lychee's appearance, and shook her little head: "Pinch it. !”

Lychee quickly pinned the needle aside for her: "Master, don't take the needle."

Tuanzi nodded: "Zhuzhu pricks his hand with a needle. Zhuzhu won't take it, but he can pinch it with Korean wine."

Han Jiujiu nodded quickly, sat down and started pinching.

Sheng Minglin sat at the table, reading and looking at his sister. He smiled when he saw her, then lowered his head and continued reading.

After posing for a while, Tuanzi got tired and asked, "Han Jiujiu, are you sure?"

Han Jiujiu responded with a smile: "Watch it, Master."

Tuanzi stopped posing, brought a small bench over, and watched him pinch it.

Han Jiujiu kneaded it in no time, held the dumpling in his palm, and carefully showed it to his brother: "Look, the beads are embroidered."

"Awesome!" Sheng Minglin said with a smile: "Zhuzhu is so cute."

The dumpling was delighted and said: "Then No. 12, what are you pinching?"

He said: "Tomorrow is the birthday of Guanyin, please worship Guanyin."

Guanyin Bodhisattva has three birthdays, of which September [-]th is the day of Nirvana and Buddhahood, so it is particularly grand.

Tuanzi could no longer remember how he lived last year, so he asked: "Pinch Guanyin, don't you pinch Zhuzhu?"

He said: "Pinch the beads to pretend to be Guanyin."

Tuanzi was very interested and waited with his chin in his hands, but it seemed that his hands suddenly became less flexible and he couldn't make any tricks for a long time.

Tuanzi said strangely: "Han Jiujiu, what's wrong with you?"

He seemed to stiffen and murmured: "I, what's wrong with me?"

Tuanzi said: "Aren't you going to pinch beads to pretend to be Guanyin? Why don't you pinch them?"

Han Jiujiu raised his face, his face was a little pale, and after a long time he said: "I, I suddenly felt that it doesn't look good when pinched, why not... let's pinch the master and be grand and majestic!"

Tuanzi was a little surprised: "There are already many Zhuzhu and Shengweifeng! You can pinch Zhuzhu to pretend to be Guanyin!"

Han Jiujiu forced a smile and said, "I forgot about Guanyin's appearance for a moment. Why don't I pinch someone else first, then I will pinch the master, master..."

Lychee smiled and said: "Why don't you pinch the master and hold the ingot, just like a virgin."

Tuanzi nodded: "Okay."

Han Jiu was squeezing it as if it was flying, and it was about to be ready. The princess over there sent jade food and said: "Tomorrow is Guanyin's birthday. The master said that he would take the prince and his highness to have a vegetarian meal. Let's go in advance. Asking for leave. He also said that if Mr. Huo and Mr. Shen are willing to go, they can go together."

Sheng Minglin quickly stood up and responded.

Zhu Zhu's eyes were bright, and he turned around and said: "Han Jiujiu, you can go too, you can squeeze it if you take a look!"

Han Jiujiu panicked, and with great strength, he flattened the little face figure he had just made.

(End of this chapter)