The splendid medical relationship of Jiangshan

Chapter 572 I am Third Master Nether

My name is You Ming, and I am Ali's third master.

Finish.

(Interviewer Daqi:?)
(Daqi: The previous two masters have spoken eloquently throughout the whole article, so please add a few more sentences.)
My real name is He Mingyou, and I am the youngest son of the late Emperor of Southern Chu.

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(Daqi is helpless: This is an article with Ali as the main character. If you don’t read the monk’s face, you should also read the Buddha’s face. Tell me about your character, experience, encounters, etc., especially pornographic news. The better, the better for readers.)
... I've always been indifferent, killing people with a sword is just a blink of an eye, but children are the only group I don't touch. The younger the child, the more compassion I feel.

In addition to children, there are also small animals, furry ones are best, and hairless ones are fine.

Ali, she... just happened to be a milk doll with thick hair, so I didn't have the heart to leave her in the wild, but at the beginning, I really didn't plan to take her into the rivers and lakes. Which family did she give it to, so that she could grow up in peace and security from now on, but every time there was war, there was no place for her to settle down everywhere.

In the end, I took the child with me after all.

It was also from then on that I realized how difficult it is to raise a child.

Among the few of us, only Muxiang is a woman. I thought she could take care of Ali like an ordinary woman, but once I saw her wiping Ali's mouth with a sock while watching erotic pictures, I I know I'm wrong.

After that time, until Ali could speak, I never let Ali stay alone with Mu Xiang again.

Even if Mu Xiang is so careless as a woman, let alone several other people.

I can't count on them, so I can only change myself, so I started to learn how to cook, embroider and tailor clothes, sleep stories and various lullabies.

I don't think I'm stupid, and I'm not inferior in martial arts or poetry, but cooking and tailoring have touched my blind spots in knowledge.

To this end, I took a lot of detours.

The kitchen was bombed and mended, mended and bombed again, and Yaowanggu was setting off firecrackers every day with someone marrying a daughter-in-law.

The fabric was changed from a gown to a short skirt, then from a short skirt to a waistcoat, and finally from a waistcoat to a diaper.

In contrast, the stories and ditty tunes are much easier, just find someone to learn them from. I put in all my energy to study in the study room, and finally achieved a small success.

But as Ali grows up, she has more and more requests for my stories. She doesn't like to hear the story of the sheep-herding boy fighting the wolf to protect the lamb. The story of the wolf.

At that time, after I heard her thoughts, I suddenly wanted her to tell me what kind of story it was.

In desperation, I had to talk about my working experience.

At first, I was worried that I would scare Ali, but later I realized that I was still young and had little experience.

When Ali grew up from a little doll who could only spit milk foam into a little girl who was babbling, she began to try to ask us for things. The few of us adhered to the principle that no matter how poor you are, you can’t be poor Ali, and no matter how miserable you are, you can’t suffer Ali. Act on principles and start taking turns going outside to make money.

For this matter, the boss even ran for the leader of the martial arts alliance again, because he heard that after being elected the leader of the martial arts alliance, all sects and sects would have to pay him money on time and according to festivals.

Well, the boss won this battle, but because I heard later that if you become the leader of the martial arts, you have to stay in a fixed place to deal with various disputes between the various sects. Later, in Ali's words, it is equivalent to the aunt of the neighborhood committee.

The boss was still in a hurry to go home to coax Ali, so naturally he didn't want to be Na Laoshizi's martial arts leader, and ran away after taking money.

Needless to say, I started my old job.

Where there is killing, there is buying and selling.

In the beginning, it was indeed just killing people and making money to help people eliminate disasters, but then it changed inexplicably.

One day before I went out, Ali saw that my mask was interesting and took it to play with. I couldn't find a suitable thing to cover my face, so I went out like this. Since that day, most of the clients who hire me to kill are women.

At the beginning, it was really necessary to use knives and guns, but the business I received later was not for me to do business, but to run errands to buy rouge, hairpin jewelry and the like.

I'm not such a poor and fastidious killer, thinking that as long as it's for money, it's not about earning money, so let's run errands.

Later, someone actually proposed to marry me as a son-in-law, and I couldn't get it right.

I thought they couldn't refuse to take care of my business many times, so I had to say that I already had a daughter, but they didn't mind, saying that I could bring the child with me.

Among them, there are many daughters of some heads. When they learned that I lived in Yaowang Valley, they brought a group of senior brothers to propose marriage. They quarreled with Alixie Zhongjue. Ali actually wanted to go out and face them directly.

I still remember that day when she pinched her waist and stood at the gate of Yaowang Valley, pointing at their noses and saying...

(quiet--)
(Daqi: What are you talking about? You keep talking!)
Not to mention, look, I have finished sewing new clothes for Ali and Zhan'er, and I will send them to them right away.

(End of this chapter)