Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 1450 The Stingy Shopkeeper

Moreover, judging from his ability to cast barriers at will, his strength must be unimaginable, and he feels extremely afraid.

However, after a group of bandits in Gouya Village went to the bottom tonight, he suddenly discovered that, in fact, Liu Yihan's ability should not be underestimated.

The last fatal blow, but in the blink of an eye, the man turned into flying ash.Asking himself, he felt that he absolutely did not have this ability.So, that is to say, Liu Yihan's cultivation may have already surpassed it, and he directly advanced to become a god?

Jun Youliang was taken aback, and in the next second, a conjecture that terrified and astonished him took shape in his mind, and he couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that the rumors on the rivers and lakes are true?"

But where did this rumor come from?Jun Youliang pursed his lips, with a livid face, no matter how much he wanted to break his head, he would never have thought that the rumors that made the whole continent flock to him came from Jun Qianchou, his nephew, and his good son Jun Mo Heart, also fueled the flames behind.

"Xiao Er, prepare some ink and rice paper for me."

In the dead of night, when everyone was falling asleep and having a date with Zhou, Jun Youliang appeared on Xiaoer's bedside like a ghost.

The cold voice, coupled with Jun Youliang wearing a suit, appeared in the hazy and blurred light shining in from the window, Xiao Ermu was vigilant, but before his mind was fully awake, he regarded Jun Youliang as a ghost.

"Ah..." Xiaoer yelled reflexively, but Jun Youliang took the first step and covered his mouth before he opened his mouth to yell.

"Don't bark!" Jun Youliang warned coldly, and only after Xiao Er nodded in horror, did he let go of his hand.However, even so, Xiao Er still couldn't help being afraid.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?" Xiao Er quickly moved away from Jun Youliang, huddled at the foot of the bed, hugging the quilt tightly, with an indescribable tremor in his voice.

Mother, he won't really meet a ghost, will he?

Jun Youliang glared at him, "Of course I'm human."

As he spoke, he turned around again, walked to a round table in the house, and said to him, "Go and get me some ink and rice paper."

"Pen and paper?" Xiao Er suddenly felt a little unhappy, "It's a little bit..." Before he finished speaking, Jun Youliang glanced over with a cold gaze.

"Go as soon as you are told, there is so much nonsense."

"Oh."

Seeing that Jun Youliang was angry, Xiao Er shut up knowingly, but reluctantly pushed away the warm blanket that wrapped her tightly, and got out of bed.Then he came to the hanger where several clothes were hung, picked out a coat and put it on, then sighed slightly, held the lamp, opened the door, and walked out.

These days, those who are powerful and rich are really uncles.Xiaoer thought that he would wake up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs every day.Seeing that after a day of hard work, he can have a short rest, but he still has to be dug up, one can imagine the depressed and unable to vent his mood.

However, he didn't know that Jun Youliang was more depressed than him.

Back in the room, Jun Youliang sat in front of the window for a full two hours, waiting for him to sort out everything and was about to write a letter to his son Jun Moxin, when he realized that there was no The four treasures of the study.And in order not to let Feng Caitian, Liu Yihan and others who lived in the same corridor find out, he deliberately waited until three or four in the morning, which is when people are most sleepy physically, and then touched it with the help of a weak light.

He thought, if there is none in the guest room, then there must be a place for the packing station on the first floor.Unexpectedly, he groped around the shopkeeper's counter for a long time, but there was neither a pen nor a piece of rice paper to write on.

Jun Youliang was very depressed, and thought that the shopkeeper was too stingy, and he was too stingy. How much is this little paper and pen worth?It is necessary to put them away like collecting gold, silver and jewelry.

I have been depressed for a long time, but this letter still has to be sent.As a last resort, Jun Youliang had no choice but to go to the backyard on the first floor based on the deduction in his mind.He thought that the remote backyard on the first floor should be where the inferior people lived.

However, out of caution and to avoid unnecessary trouble, in order to find a room where only one person lived, Jun Youliang wandered like a ghost for a long time before finally finding one.That is, what happened later.

Soon, the little girl found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.Jun Youliang took it gracefully, but did not intend to leave, which made Xiaoer very depressed.

"You're not going back yet?" Xiao Er asked cautiously.Looking at the night sky that was about to reveal the white belly, my heart was bleeding all the time.His beautiful night, it looks like it will be gone soon, how long will this man be sitting.

Jun Youliang raised his head in confusion.

Seeing his confused gaze, Xiao Er unnaturally rolled his eyes away.

In fact, he really wanted to say, 'I've got everything, let's go quickly, I'm going to rest', but when the words were on the verge of his mouth, he swallowed them back abruptly.

Customer is god!

Even if he wanted to stay in his room until dawn, he would never dare to open his mouth to drive people away.

Alas...his good night...

"I'll be leaving right away." Seeing Xiaoer's expression of wanting to cry but no tears, Jun Youliang seemed to have realized something, hurriedly arranged the pen and paper on the table, got up and stood up from the stool.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Xiao Er was immediately overjoyed.

"My lord, are you not writing here?"

Jun Youliang glanced at him, "No, I'd better go back and write." As he spoke, Jun Youliang put those pens and papers, including the tray, into his receiving ring, and forbade him to go out.However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to Xiao Er: "I don't want the third person to know what happened tonight, do you know what to do?"

"I know." Xiaoer nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, my lord, I will never say anything."

"En." Jun Youliang hummed dully, gave him a deep look at last, and then turned around and left the room.

According to Jun Youliang's personality, this kind of unknown person knows his whereabouts. It stands to reason that he should directly give him a pleasure and send him on his way. However, if he kills him tonight, I'm afraid Feng Caitian will die tomorrow. Knowing that someone died in this restaurant last night, then, there may be some disadvantages.So, before leaving, Jun Youliang looked at Xiao Er's overjoyed expression, hesitated again and again, but still couldn't make a move.

It was night, Jun Youliang returned to his room, wrote down some of his analysis and concerns on a small note, and tied it to the feet of the little bird he specially bred to deliver letters.After seeing the little bird disappearing into the vast night, Jun Youliang folded his clothes and lay on the bed contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)