Sweetheart at the bottom: Devil school grass, addicted to pets

Chapter 220 The legend of 16 years ago (1)

Principal Kunpeng smiled, and his eyes fell on a watercolor painting hanging on the wall, in which a sea of ​​yellow flowers was painted.

"Tianlong likes flowers, you might as well go to the largest flower farm in the country to look for them. If you are lucky, if you go there today, you can come back tomorrow."

A trace of cruelty flashed in the scarred man's eyes, and he warned in a low voice: "If you dare to lie to me, I will have all the students in your school buried with you."

After all, turn around and leave.

Principal Kunpeng stopped him: "Mou."

Scar pressed the man to a stop, tilting his head slightly, without turning his head completely.

The smile on Principal Kunpeng's face faded a little, and he reminded: "The night ghost is a bodyguard, not a killer. Your master has been talking about this sentence all the time. I hope you can listen to it."

"Tch..." the man with the scar made a disdainful cut, and walked away without looking back.

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Ten minutes later, another guest came to the principal's office.

An Yaoshun is here, this one's aura is not weaker than the one who just left, if we must compare these two young people, the one who just left is the evil king in the dark night, and this one is under the scorching sun emperor.

Principal Kunpeng sighed helplessly. It seems that it will not be a good day for so many young people to come to him today.

An Yaoshun sat on the sofa, with a calm face, and said expressionlessly: "Old man, you should know why I came to you."

Principal Kunpeng raised his eight-character eyebrows, and said with a slight smile, "Little devil, I told you earlier, children, don't ask so many questions."

An Yaoshun raised his eyebrows, the patience in his heart faded a bit, and he said displeasedly: "I will find out Meng Xiaoxi's identity by myself, you tell me what happened 16 years ago."

Principal Kunpeng smiled and said: "If you are brave enough, you can ask your father. I believe that there is no one in our generation who does not know what happened 16 years ago."

An Yaoshun immediately glanced over with a murderous look, and threatened, "Old man, believe it or not, I'll ask someone to fill up the school swimming pool right away?"

"Hey!" Principal Kunpeng was anxious, "Little ghost, there is no reason to take back the things that have been sponsored."

"If you keep talking to me, I'll call right away." An Yaoshun took out his mobile phone as he spoke, pretending to be on the phone.

Principal Kunpeng immediately changed his words and said, "Okay, okay, I said, I said, put your phone away quickly."

"Hmph." An Yaoshun snorted coldly, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Principal Kunpeng sighed and explained helplessly: "Actually, this matter is just a superstition. It is said that 1000 years ago, there was a mysterious and rich country in southern Xinjiang. The king would find half of the property in the treasury every 50 years. This habit has been going on for hundreds of years.”

"Later, the country gradually declined, and finally even the royal family disappeared from the world, but the treasury they kept was still alive. The descendants of the royal family have undergone several transformations. Even after thousands of years, they still retain the custom of depositing a treasury every 50 years. , in order to pay homage to the ancestors."

Hearing this, An Yaoshun suddenly remembered that the night ghost tattoo he found in the library was also a legend from 1000 years ago. Could it be a coincidence?

"Sixteen years ago, someone in the country spread this legend everywhere through means, and even designated the largest antique dealer in the country, Luo Qisheng, as a descendant of the royal family. Luo Qisheng's family of sixteen died because of this, and they were all killed by greedy people. .”

An Yaoshun couldn't help asking: "What does this have to do with Meng Xiaoxi?"

(End of this chapter)