I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 272 Their Friendship <Explosive Update>

"Fellow Daoist, let's discuss the matter of hunting the nine-tailed ghost fox."

Thinking of the Nine-Tailed Ghost Fox Experience Pack in his heart, Qin Yao's body suddenly surged with endless power. He strode to the yard and found Yan Chixia who was watering the vegetable garden.

"It's useless for us to discuss more, we have to wait!" Yan Chixia said lightly.

Qin Yao's enthusiasm was half-cooled in an instant: "Even you can't figure out her current location?"

Yan Chixia nodded slightly: "She should be hiding in the Underworld, no matter how powerful I am, I can't track her whereabouts across a world.

If we can't bear our temper and go to the underworld to look for her, let alone whether we can find her, even if we find it, the right time, place and people are on her side, and our chances of winning are not great. "

Qin Yao was silent for a moment, and said, "What I'm afraid of is that she can hold her temper... We can't afford to waste her!"

"Will not."

Yan Chixia said calmly: "She doesn't have such patience, be careful recently, she may show up at any time."

Qin Yao breathed out: "Should we arrange some formations in the uninhabited area, and then come and catch the turtle..."

"I've already arranged everything. As long as she dares to come in, she won't be able to go out again." Yan Chixia said lightly.

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "I thought you didn't do anything, but you did everything, I admire, I admire!"

Yan Chixia casually put the ladle into the bucket, and glanced at him: "I, like you, don't want anyone to die by her hands."

Qin Yao's expression did not change, but his heart was a little ashamed.

His mind is far less pure than this Daoist priest!

You can deceive others, but you cannot deceive yourself.

"It's getting late, I'll take Mo Chou home and let her have one last look at her parents." Qin Yao looked up at the sky and quietly changed the subject.

"It's okay to take her home, and it's okay to let her see her parents, but try not to let them communicate and contact each other."

Yan Chixia reminded: "Her parents are mortals after all, unlike us monks who can resist the ominousness of ghosts."

Qin Yao clasped his fists and said, "Thank you fellow daoist for reminding me, I'll make a note of it."

……

……

evening.

on the long street.

The scholar swallowed the last bowl of soy milk in one gulp, stacked several bowls on the wooden bucket, put them in the bucket, picked up the burden, and was ready to go home.

That's right.

Not just a place to live, but a home.

Although the people in the family are quite strange, if there were not these strange people, even if I was not killed by the monster, I would be starved to death in the house by the river.

Therefore, the scholar is grateful to them from the bottom of his heart, and regards them as family members...

While walking with a pole on his shoulders, when he passed an overpass, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure kneeling on the edge of the overpass, in front of a mat, on which a corpse was covered with rags.

These years, the world is chaotic, the people are hungry, starved to death, died of illness, and countless people have been murdered to death. The scholar is not surprised by this.

However, just as he was about to walk past this figure, the man kneeling on the ground seemed to have heard the sound of footsteps, and suddenly raised his head, revealing a dirty but beautiful face.

And... a pair of eyes that seem to be talking.

The scholar stopped with a creak, and the soy milk bucket behind him almost hit him.

The girl looked at him quietly, with a hint of longing in her eyes.

The scholar hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward with the barrel in hand, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"Sell yourself to bury your father." The girl said timidly.

The scholar was not surprised by this answer. After a short silence, he hesitated and said, "Are you willing to come with me? Although I don't have much money on me, it's okay to buy a coffin for your father."

The girl bit her dead skinned lips and said, "If you help me buy a coffin and bury my father, I will go with you."

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, and a gleam of joy emerged from the bottom of the scholar's heart for no reason, and he said, "Don't move here, I'll go buy a coffin for your father right now."

……

……

Willow head on the moon.

Shi'er, who knew how to play with an ax in the yard, threw the ax to the weapon rack, and didn't care where it was thrown, but turned to look at the gate instead.

"It's already the second watch, why haven't the scholar and Lao Qin come back yet?"

In the attic, Yan Chixia folded the paper crane indifferently, and responded casually: "Qin Yao will not talk about it, that scholar is not short-lived, so you should worry less."

Shi'er didn't dare to yell at him, but after hearing what he said, he felt a lot more relaxed, and said with a smile: "Master, I heard from Lao Qin that he wants to exchange your Yin-Yang Realm Gate with the Earth Escape Technique?"

Yan Chixia folded a paper crane, blew lightly on the paper crane, and the paper crane suddenly came to life, fluttered its wings, and flew into the distance: "There is such a thing, what's wrong?"

"nothing……"

Shi'er smiled slightly: "It's because I want to learn the technique of escaping from the ground."

Yan Chixia glanced at him angrily: "I don't feel sorry for my father, you only have your two friends in your eyes, so where is my master?"

"Master, of course you are not in my eyes..." Shi'er said.

"Huh?" Yan Chixia stared.

Shi'er pointed to his chest, and said with a smile, "You're enshrining in my heart!"

The corner of Yan Chixia's mouth twitched: "You should save those words to coax Miss Xiaoyun, I almost got goosebumps when I heard that."

Shi'er shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, let's stop making trouble, master, to be honest, I really want to learn the earth-escaping technique. Whether it is escaping or fighting, this spell is very practical."

"I'll think about it again..." Yan Chixia said.

"What else is there to think about? If you don't think it's suitable, you would have rejected it long ago, so why did you drag it until now?" Shi'er said seriously.

Yan Chixia was speechless.

This idiot.

If you sell it to someone, you have to help count the money.

Stupid!
"Okay, okay, stop nagging, I'm most annoyed by your nagging, it's like chanting sutras."

Shi'er smiled and said, "Then you agreed?"

"Shut up, if you say one more nonsense, I'll regret it." Yan Chixia scolded.

Shi'er covered her mouth, a smile spread through her fingers.

"It's here, Miss Bai." Not long after, the scholar's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"White girl?"

Shi'er muttered something, looked up, and saw the scholar carrying a burden, leading a thin and small figure walking over...

By the moonlight, it can be seen that the two of them are covered with mud.

"Scholar, what's the matter with you?"

The scholar raised his eyes to see him, his face somewhat embarrassed.

After all, this is still someone else's place, and it's really outrageous for me to take a girl home without saying hello.

"Shi'er, this is Bai Xueying, Miss Bai, she is really desperate, so I brought her back and stay with us for a while."

(End of this chapter)