Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 146 Nephew
"Hey, brat, where are you going?"

Jiang Xiaoli followed everyone to Li Dashuan's yard, seeing everyone retreating, he naturally wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Li Dashuan stopped him unexpectedly.

"Brother...Brother? Call...Call me?" Jiang Xiaoli stammered, with conspicuous fear in his eyes.

Li Dashuan frowned, seemed to sigh slightly, and then said fiercely: "Nonsense, is there anyone else here? Don't you want to call you a ghost?"

Jiang Xiaoli gritted his teeth for a while, thinking whether to tie up Li Dashuan, who is full of black water, or just knock him unconscious?
Jiang Xiaoli rolled his eyes, "Big brother, let's go now..."

Li Dashuan heard that Jiang Xiaoli had gone for a long time and hadn't made it clear, so he frowned tightly, "What are you going to do? Speak clearly!"

"Arrest... arrest people!" Jiang Xiaoli said imitating Li Ershuan's tone.

Li Dashuan slapped the table hard and said, "Catch what, catch a ghost!"

Seeing Li Dashuan pouring himself a sip of tea angrily, Jiang Xiaoli rolled his eyes and said timidly, "Ke Ke... Ke Sheng Sheng... Zun."

"Hmph, who is the saint, who does he think he is?" Li Dashuan patted "Li Ershuan" on the head fiercely, and said angrily, "If my aunt hadn't saved him, he would have become a roast mouse by now. Now, I really don’t know where he got the guts to be so aggressive with Lao Tzu, but also the Holy One, I bah, he is worthy of a stinky mouse!”

It seems that the Luo Palace is not monolithic, Jiang Xiaoli continued to pretend to be scared, "Ke Ke...Ke." But after a long time, he just stopped talking.

Li Dashuan was tired of listening, but he didn't become suspicious, because Li Ershuan usually talked like this.

With a slap, Li Dashuan slapped "Li Ershuan" on the head again, gritted his teeth and said, "What's the matter, what's the matter, look at your talent, don't forget that our aunt is Qiurong Xianzun, and we are my aunt's relatives." Nephew, that mouse is at best Auntie's little pet, Auntie is teasing him, what are you afraid of!"

Li Ershuan was really afraid that Jiang Xiaoli didn't know if he was afraid of the Holy Lord of the Mouse King, but Jiang Xiaoli knew clearly that the cursing Li Dashuan in front of him must be afraid of the Holy Lord of the Mouse King.

Jiang Xiaoli laughed slightly, but what she didn't expect was that the brothers Li Ershuan and Li Dashuan were actually relatives of the Qiurong Immortal Venerable, Jiang Xiaoli rolled his eyes, then things would be much easier.

Jiang Xiaoli stood up straight, stretched out his hand to touch the aching head from Li Dashuan's slap, and looked at the cursing Li Dashuan without speaking.

After a while, Li Dashuan finally realized that something was wrong, because although Li Ershuan was usually very timid, it was also because Li Ershuan was a little afraid of his elder brother Li Dashuan, so whenever Li Dashuan complained, Li Ershuan did not dare to respond.

Jiang Xiaoli's quietness aroused Li Dashuan's vigilance, and he stopped complaining. He squinted his eyes and asked, "No, you are not my brother, who are you?"

Jiang Xiaoli said, "Li Ershuan."

Li Dashuan took another look up and down at Li Ershuan, who Jiang Xiaoli was pretending to be. Apart from looking wrong, he couldn't see any flaws. Li Dashuan had a doubt in his heart, could it be an illusion caused by his being too nervous?

Li Dashuan squinted his eyes, looked at Jiang Xiaoli repeatedly, and sneered, "Nonsense, who are you, why are you pretending to be my younger brother? What's your purpose in sneaking into Luoyuan?"

Jiang Xiaoli didn't answer Li Dashuan's words, but walked to a seat next to Li Dashuan, and sat down leisurely.

Li Dashuan's face turned dark. In Luoyuan, except for his aunt Qiu Rong and that stinky rat, no one dared to ignore Li Dashuan so much.

Li Dashuan jumped up against the case, Jiang Xiaoli didn't move, poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed it but didn't drink it, anyone could see her dislike from the slight frown.

Jiang Xiaoli's appearance annoyed Li Dashuan even more, he pointed at Jiang Xiaoli and said, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

Jiang Xiaoli put the cup on the table, clapped his hands and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you some questions."

Li Dashuan sneered, "Hmph, what a joke, do you think I'll answer you if you ask?"

Jiang Xiaoli looked into his eyes and said, "You will."

Li Dashuan snorted coldly, and said, "Hmph, let's see what skills you have first."

Seeing Li Dashuan's hand move slightly, Jiang Xiaoli knew that he was going to take out his long knife, and when Li Dashuan came to attack with the long knife, he sat up slightly.

Although Jiang Xiaoli wasn't in a hurry to defeat Li Dashuan, he didn't have the patience to play with him either.

The natural suppression of cultivation made Li Dashuan completely powerless to resist in Jiang Xiaoli's hands.

Jiang Xiaoli easily released Li Dashuan's long knife, and took out a rope from somewhere, and tied Li Dashuan firmly.

Li Dashuan's long knife was held in Jiang Xiaoli's hand, and the long knife buzzed and vibrated, as if it had already had its own consciousness.

Li Dashuan sneered, "It's useless, this knife has already been recognized, so your efforts are wasted."

To be honest, Li Dashuan breathed a sigh of relief, because he naively thought that Jiang Xiaoli had sneaked in to snatch the treasure.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaoli said: "Recognize the master?" Jiang Xiaoli put the long knife across Li Dashuan's neck, and said coldly: "Then if this master doesn't exist anymore?"

"You." Li Dashuan stared, but the long knife was on his neck. If he dared to act rashly, he was really not sure whether Jiang Xiaoli would let the long knife be closer to his neck. Li Dashuan swallowed He swallowed his saliva, and said viciously, "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

It's just that this voice sounded strong on the outside, no matter how you listened to it.

Jiang Xiaoli slapped Li Dashuan on the head with the long knife. The force he used was not very strong, but it was enough to make Li Dashuan's eyes stare.

The corners of Jiang Xiaoli's mouth were slightly bent, which made you take such a good photo just now.

"Are you the nephew of Immortal Qiurong?" Jiang Xiaoli asked.

Li Dashuan stared fiercely at Jiang Xiaoli and said nothing, Jiang Xiaoli took another slap with the long knife, seeing that Li Dashuan still didn't cooperate, he raised the long knife again.

"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Jiang Xiaoli didn't use too much strength, but Li Dashuan was still a little overwhelmed by the successive slaps, Li Dashuan hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the Immortal Qiurong is my aunt. "

"Isn't it over already?" Jiang Xiaoli was satisfied, "Who is that holy one?"

Li Dashuan got angry when he said that the saint was inquiring about the saint. When he saw Jiang Xiaoli asking about the saint, he rolled his eyes, and he didn't hide it. A mouse, but this mouse is not ordinary, he is a holy mouse with treasure hunting skills!"

(End of this chapter)