What's Up with This Puppet Master?

Therefore, the secrecy of ninjutsu is very important.

"Generally speaking, all ninjas will keep their ninjutsu secret, and if conditions permit, even their teammates will hide it." Ye Cang looked coldly at the boy's eyes, "Since you know this, you dare to use this reason. Ask me for blood, do you think I'll give it to you?"

"I can!"

Looking at Long Er who was taken for granted, Ye Cang couldn't help laughing, "Why do you think I'll give it to you?"

"Because we have a good relationship!"

"..." Ye Cang was speechless.

Seeing that Long Er was so confident, she must have some special reason, but she didn't expect it to be just like this.

but……

"you win."

Long Er was right, Ye Cang had a hard time rejecting this man's request.

……

"Welcome back, Master!"

Back at the door, the door voluntarily opened.

Behind the door, an elder sister with a burgundy shawl and long hair, a gentle face, delicate skin, and a maid's dress bowed to Long Er.

"Ok!"

Long Er nodded and walked into the room.

The elder sister of the maid followed behind and said, "The hot water has been boiled in the bathroom, and meals are prepared in the kitchen. Does the master take a bath or eat first?"

"Let's eat first!"

"OK, just a second."

The maid turned around and entered the kitchen, while Long Er lay down on the sofa and fell asleep after a while.

The search went on for a few days, and he was exhausted.

"Master, the food has arrived..."

The maid who returned to the living room was about to call Long Er to dinner, but when she saw him sleeping soundly, she couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "Really, if you sleep like this, you will catch a cold."

"It's ok."

Not knowing whether he was responding to the maid or talking in his sleep, Long Er closed his eyes and muttered, "This mission, many puppets are broken, you go and fix it."

"Understood, I'll take the master upstairs to sleep first."

"Ok!"

The maid showed a gentle smile, stretched out her slender hand, gently picked up Long Er, and walked to the second floor.

Chapter 8 Night talk

At night, the sky is cloudy, and the sky is full of wind and sand.

The villagers closed their doors and windows and hid in their houses to avoid the wind and sand. The whole village was silent, only the sound of wind and sand could be heard.

Red came up from the basement with the scroll.

Outside the window, shadows flickered away.

Hong paused, her gentle eyes cooled, and a slender steel needle appeared in her hand at some point.

Click!

The door lock was turned quietly, the door was opened a crack, and there was an eye peeping in from the crack of the door.

call out!

The silver light flashed away, and only a "pop" was heard, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from outside.

The door was blown open by the wind, and the sound of sand blowing suddenly poured in.

Hong came to the door in a hurry, and saw the corpse lying outside, masked in black, without a forehead guard... The steel needle was inserted through the eyes and stabbed out from the back of the head, and it was too dead to die.

Hong looked left and right, and after seeing no one else, he put the body in the scroll, cleaned the blood, and then returned to the house as if nothing had happened.

……

"That's it!"

After listening to Hong's story, Long Er pondered slightly, "It's those high-level executives, I don't know if it's those old people who are trying to immortalize technology, or the careerists who don't want to wake up the three generations of Fengying."

"Do you want to release scarabs to inquire about the news?" Hong, the burgundy shawl and long-haired maid elder sister suggested.

"It's just a bunch of worms. If you have time to waste on them, it's better to study more new types of puppets." Long Er pouted, "Go and warm up the food, I'm hungry."

"Ok."

Seeing the back of Hong leaving, Long Er sat on the bed for a while, then lifted the quilt and got up.

When I came to the lobby on the first floor, the food had been brought to the table.

Two dishes and one soup are simple home-cooked dishes.

"Master is still satisfied with tonight's meal, if not, I'll redo it." Hong said with a plate.

"pretty good."

Long Er sat down at the table and ate slowly.

Red is a puppet with an autonomous soul and consciousness, capable of independent thinking and progress.

Long Er signed in on weekdays and obtained a lot of books on otherworld recipes and chef training, all of which were shown to Hong.

Her current craftsmanship is at the level of a five-star chef in her previous life. As long as the food she cooks is not the type of food he hates, it will be fine.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, the door was knocked.

"I'll open the door."

Seeing Long Er nod, Hong turned around and walked towards the gate.

"Xuanqi kid, you explain clearly to the old man, what do the eyes in the conference room imply?"

As soon as the door opened, Chiyo's mother-in-law rushed in.

Long Er glanced at her and said with a smile, "Mother-in-law Chiyo, have you eaten yet? Let's eat together?"

"Do you think Lao Xi is in the mood to eat now?" Chiyo rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: " Lao Xi and my younger brother take good care of you on weekdays, and my grandson has a good relationship with you, so why can't you let him go? horse?"

"I wanted to let him go, but..."

"Ye Cang, isn't it? That hateful little devil also has hard wings, so don't take the old man in the eye." Chiyo was full of anger, his expression was distorted because of this, his body leaked out, and the room was a mess.

This age, and such a chakra volume... It's really not old!

Long Er murmured in his heart, but his face seemed helpless, "Mother-in-law Qiandai, Ye Cang is just doing business..."

"You're going to speak for her, aren't you?"

"She was my teammate who was born and died with me for seven years."

Chiyo's eyes turned cold, and Long Er also sneered, "I respect you as a senior, and also for the sake of how much you have taken care of me, so I won't comment on you, but don't take it seriously. My silence is my approval of you."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Chiyo laughed angrily, "I didn't expect this old man to be blind, and he cultivated a white eye..."

"Don't make a mistake." Long Er stared coldly at the old man in front of him, "It was the village who raised me, not you. I am very grateful to you for taking care of me, and I will also repay your kindness, but this is not You used to blackmail my capital."

"you……"

"Okay, stop talking, don't you just want to save your grandson?"

Chiyo was stunned, and withdrew his edge.

"He won't die, and nothing will happen, but he will be expelled as a traitor in Sandyin Village."

"Does this... have to be expelled?"

Looking at the embarrassed old man, Long Er couldn't help laughing, "The Chisha Scorpion assassinated Fengying and committed such a serious crime, do you think that nothing happened?"

"Of course the old man doesn't think so, but is there no other way to make up for it?"

"What do you think?"

"...That's it, it's better than dying." Chiyo sighed and asked instead, "Then what are you going to do, do you need me to help?"

"I need some cooperation from Scorpion. You go to visit him, tell him the content of today's high-level meeting, and tell him that I will save him, and he knows what to do."

"Is that so?"

"That's it."

"Then I'll go now."

"It's not too late to go tomorrow." Long Er stopped the old man and tapped the rice bowl with his chopsticks, "Look at your appearance, you haven't eaten all day today, can we eat together?"

"It's twelve o'clock, I'm not in the mood!"

Leaving these words, Chiyo hurriedly left.

"Is it 12:00 already?"

Long Er touched his nose and opened the system panel.

【Name】: Xuanqi Long Er

【Points】：10790

[Experience]: 306

【Continuous check-in】: 3602 days

There are very few things in the system mall, only various books and materials.

On weekdays, Long Er gets the most by signing in for materials and books, and the cost of points is relatively small, so there is a lot left.

And the experience points... Long Erhui has a lot of skills, and the upgrade consumption is very large, so there is almost nothing left.

"There are still 48 days to sign in for ten years. I don't know what kind of prizes I will get if I sign in for ten years." Long Er's eyes showed a hint of anticipation.