Unbeatable Evil King

Master Zuimeng stares at Ye Wuqian, with sharp eyes. He seems to be annoyed by Ye Wuque's attitude.

Zhao siliang was just about to finish the game, but master Zuimeng became lazy again. He went to the bamboo couch and said, "since you are ungrateful, the old man won't let you eat here. Please go back."

Ye Wuwei arched his hand and walked out without saying a word. Zhao siliang followed suit.

"I didn't expect that I still looked down on brother Ye. Master Zuimeng's position in the shadow secret group was extraordinary. Although he was only at Xuanji level, many people wanted to be his disciples, even some members of Xuan level."

Zhao siliang shook his head with a wry smile: "but brother Ye has another famous teacher. I'm afraid that his cultivation should be above master Zuimeng? Otherwise, it is impossible to refuse so simply. "

Ye Wuque said in a cold voice: "on the one hand, I have a famous teacher. On the other hand, the master of drunken dream gave me a horse's power without saying a word. That move seems to have gone beyond the scope of consideration. It is clearly intended to embarrass me. It's not that I have no tolerance, but I feel that the master of drunken dreams does not simply take me as a disciple.

Of course, this is just my one-sided conjecture, and there is no physical evidence. However, it is my criterion to be suspicious. I doubt him, so even if I don't have a famous teacher, I don't necessarily worship him. What's more, it's not that I'm arrogant. I have the ability to master the astrology the day after tomorrow. I can cultivate myself. Why should I be instructed by others? "

Zhao siliang is thoughtful, thinking of the abnormal behavior before the master of drunken dream, and his heart is moving. He was considering whether to Tell ye Wuqian what he thought. He only heard a exclamation of "ouch".

It turns out that ye Wuqian in front of him is about to go out. He seems to be thinking about something. He doesn't notice the comer, and he bumps into him.

Ye Wuqi has nothing to do, but the other side falls to the ground and squats on his buttocks.

Ye Wumian came back to his senses and looked down at the fact that she was a thin little girl. She looked like a 13-4-year-old girl with a delicate and delicate face. She looked like a frightened rabbit.

The little girl took a look at Ye Wuwei, and saw that he was tall and timid. She didn't dare to look at him. The apples and oranges in a plastic bag were scattered all over the ground.

However, the little girl's clothes are a little old, the upper body is old style red clothes, the lower part of the jeans washed some white, shoes are very rare hand-made cloth shoes, face has worn. She wore two pigtails and looked hungry and thin.

The little girl's dress is the same as that of the master drunkard just now, and the outline of her face seems to be somewhat similar. Is there anything to do with master Zuimeng?

"Little sister, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you and hit you. I'll pull you up."

The little girl sat on the side of the dust with a timid hand, and then took back the small leaf with a timid hand, but she was ready to take back the dust.

She patted the dust very slowly and gently, even a little afraid of hands and feet, as if the dust would hurt, her small face a little bitter, as if suffering from pain.

Ye Wuqi was stunned. There was absolutely something wrong with the little girl. The right hand was waxy yellow and almost had no flesh. There was a feeling of skin and bones, as if there was no handpiece.

Except for the right hand, it seems normal.

Ye Wumian sighs, only if he has poliomyelitis and meets master zuoyeng, who only knows how to drink and sleep. No wonder he is dressed in rags and rustic, and doesn't know how to dress up.

They helped the little girl pick up the fruit scattered on the ground. The little girl took it, bowed to them and trotted all the way into the house.

"Brother Zhao, is this child the granddaughter of master drunkard? How did you get polio? Why didn't she go to school? What's more, master drunkard doesn't seem to be short of money? Why is that little girl dressed like that? It's rustic, like a wild child. " Ye asked.

Zhao siliang shook his head: "you don't know, brother ye, that girl has nothing to do with master Zuimeng. Instead, master Zuimeng once went out and picked it up. He has been following him for four or five years. But she does have a disease, but it's not polio. I don't know what strange disease came from.

When she just picked it up, she was stupid. In recent years, master zuixiang took her all over the country to visit famous doctors all over the world. She almost lost all her wealth. Finally, she found a successor of a doctor, and she opened her mind for the little girl. She was not stupid. But that hand seems to be useless, there is no way to cure it, I am not very clear about the specific situation.

That little girl is very stubborn. We give her money, she does not want, and almost does not spend money. In addition to taking care of the master drunkard, she is not willing to spend a cent.

As for her dress? It's not like this on weekdays, even if the clothes are old. Now the clothes on her are the same as those worn by master drunkard when he found her, so she looks very old.

She seems reluctant to throw it away, and every once in a while she will take it out and wear it for a few days. Maybe her relatives gave it to herYe Wuqi sighs secretly after hearing this, and he is also a hard-working child. If it is not picked up by the master drunkard, he still doesn't know where to wander. Thinking of this, ye Wuqian's view on master zuoyeng has changed a little.

"Then why doesn't she go to school?"

"She had a late enlightenment, but her intelligence is still a little deficient, and she is very afraid of strangers. Master zuixiang once sent her to school, but she was not suitable for school, and she gave up later. Anyway, with the master's ability of drunken dream, she can live a happy life, so she won't be forced to do so. "

Ye Wu nods: what a happy and peaceful life.

However, the clothes four or five years ago seemed to fit the little girl. Did she not grow up because of illness these years?

Ye Wuwu is puzzled. If the heart wants to be able to contribute, he will do something for the poor little girl.

"Grandpa, I've bought some fruit. Please have some." The little girl ran into the room happily.

At this time, master Zuimeng's face became very ugly. He was as pale as a dead man. He was panting, and his throat was ringing. A pair of eyes fundus congestion, as if to drip bleeding, very terrible.

"Grandfather, grandfather, what's the matter with you? Don't frighten little fish. Little fish can't live without grandfather." The bag in the hand of the little fish falls on the ground, and it falls on the ground again.

She cried and plopped down on the bamboo bed stool. She took master Zuimeng's hand and buried her head in the master's arms. Her tears welled up and she was mourning and crying. Listening to the sadness, the birds heard the sad cry.

Master Zuimeng's head tilted and coughed up a large mouthful of black blood. The blood ran on his beard, forming a distinct color difference with his face. It looked startling.

He patted the little fish on the back, and the muscles in the corner of his mouth moved him.

"I must get it, I must get it, so that I can live and continue to take care of the little fish. Maybe the disease of the little fish can be cured..."

Master drunkard was roaring in his heart. He was still breathing heavily, but his eyes became cold and sharp, and his mind was full of killing thoughts.

At this time, in the car Ye wubu suddenly shivered and felt chilly.