That man is not as easy to talk to as he does.

He Wujin scolded Jian Yue Yitong and said to Xue Luo, "So, Xiaoqi is the same. If he loses the golden bell, it is impossible to tell. Such a mistake can be made by Zhiyue, but you can't."

Jianyue stared at him: "Did I have a look like I'm going to make a mistake?"

He Wujin snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The deep mansion has become as bright as daylight.

Xue Luo was silent and suddenly asked, "Second brother, have you ever seen the demon-removing master of Meng's family in Xiling?"

He Wujin frowned: "Hmm?"

Xue Luo said: "There were demon-removing masters from Xiling in those previous years."

He Wujin laughed: "From Xiling? Why did I hear that no one has done such a thing in that place for a long time. Although the Meng family is very famous for moving forward, no descendants want to catch monsters now, right?"

Xue Luo looked down at the road and walked slowly: "Maybe he was not named Meng."

He Wujin smiled and said a little serious: "But if he was really from the Meng family in Xiling, things would be even more difficult."

Seeing the moon in his arms frowned when he heard this: "Xiling Meng family... the old friend of Daddy, are they all killed by them?"

He Wujin looked ahead and responded softly.

A tall man stood around the corner.

Jianyue originally wanted to say something else, but when she saw him, she immediately fell silent.

He Wujin walked over and shouted "Big Brother".

The man stood in the shadow and looked up at them: "Where is the golden bell?"

Seeing Yue gently grasping He Wujin's clothes, Xue Luo walked out from behind and whispered: "It was taken away by a fox."

"Fox?" The tall man left the shadow, "What fox?"

He Wujin sighed and shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it later when you go in."

The half-closed door was shining with a glow of fireflies.

The man they called Big Brother looked like he was twenty-seven or eight years old. He had a heroic face, long eyebrows and temples, a tall and straight nose, and a thin lips underneath pursed into a cold straight line.

His hair seemed to have a little dark redness.

To get out of the way, he looked at He Wujin and hugged Jianyue and walked inside.

A sweet aroma came out, and Sero and him walked into the door one after another.

Through the black lacquer screen, He Wuji had thrown Jianyue to the ground. His movements were without any mercy, and he threw her down like a stone.

Seeing Yue was so angry that she grinded her teeth and wanted to bite off his hand.

Bright red blood fell to the ground.

He Wujin took out a snow-white veil from his arms: "It's dirty."

Jianyue had a blue face: "You don't need your stuff."

The handkerchief fell like petals, and the man's voice was sarcastic: "Don't worry, you don't have to do it."

Snow white and bright red, it looks so harmonious.

Jianyue grabbed the veil and turned her face away.

The sweetness in the air is rich and strong, and I don’t know what fragrance it tastes.

For Shero, this fragrance was a little over. She wrinkled her nose and stood in the corner.

Through the screen, they could only see a vague figure.

He seemed to be writing at his desk, and he seemed to be looking through something.

He Wujin looked at the man beside him and asked him with his eyes, who would report tonight. Tonight's affairs are definitely not trivial. Especially after he took action, he took Jian Yue and Xue Luo away, but those who did not come to chase him.

Although they could not conclude that he was the only one who came, it was still a bit strange to give up directly.

The man said coldly: "See the moon, say it."

Seeing the moon trembled: "Okay..."

Behind the screen, the sound of making tea came.

The faint fragrance of tea rose with the heat, and the sweet fragrance in the room was dispersed.

Jianyue called out "Dad" softly.

He Wujin sneered beside him.

They always laughed at her and insisted on calling her father. Even Sero was taken to her, and her father always called her. However, without her father, there would be no them.

She doesn't call her father, should she call her mother?

Jianyue complained in her heart and said carefully: "Xiaoqi and I went out this time and met the fox from Luofu Mountain."

With a "clang", it seemed like something fell on the table.

Jianyue sorted out the words in her mouth and said in detail what had happened before. Later, she talked about the young demon-removing master who was chasing Xuero, and her tone became heavier: "Dad, that boy mentioned Bodhi City."

Before he finished speaking, the few people present had changed their faces.

He Wujun was secretly yawning, but after hearing this, he stood up from the chair: "What?"

Behind the black-painted screen, a soft voice made: "Take it serious?"

It seemed like I didn't believe it, but I wanted to believe it very much, but the sound sounded faintly with a trembling feeling.

Jianyue hurriedly said, "Of course it's true! Daddy, although I have never been a good person, how could I talk nonsense about such things?"

After she said that, she said, "The boy also said he wanted to find a monster named Jiusui."

He Wujin muttered and sat back.

"Nine years old?"

Who would call such a name?

He looked at his elder brother quietly, and the man standing there was solemnly frowning. This strange name was just as strange as they were.

He went to see Sero again.

The silent girl was thinking about something. The sweaty bangs were pressed against her fair forehead, and she looked a little embarrassed. The coldness that was always too strong on her body seemed to have dissipated a little.

He Wujin rubbed his eyes.

The person behind the screen was also silent.

Jianyue hesitated and called him: "Dad?"

With a "bang", I don't know if it was the chair or the table that had turned over, but a loud bang came from behind the screen.

The man who had been standing next to Xuero hurriedly approached the past.

But he just walked to the screen and was stopped.

"Don't come over..."

The sound of speaking softly was filled with smoke.

The falling thing turned out to be a burning incense burner.

The golden duck fell to the ground, dying, and ashes spilled all over the ground.

They could no longer see the figure behind the screen.

He seemed to sit on the ground, letting the scattered smoke wrap him up: "What's the name of the monster that you are looking for?"

Jian Yue recited it once and said softly: "However, he did not say how to write these two words."

"Dad, do you recognize this name?"

It was quiet behind the screen.

Seeing Yue turned around in panic and went to see the person behind her.

He Wuji winked at her and told her not to speak out.

They just waited.

The tea is cold and the fragrance is dissipated.

The person behind the screen finally spoke, "You all go out, leave the rest to Ah Xing, let me think about it alone."

He Wujin stood up, looked at Jing Yue, sighed silently, but went up to pick her up, lowered his voice and whispered: "Let's go."

Jianyue still has a lot of things to ask, but she dare not ask any more.

Who is Jiusui in Bodhi City?
Chapter completed!