The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 543 Dead
"My third brother, we usually call him Situ. Senior brother, you can call him that too."

Chu Mo put his arm on Cao Yu's, not caring that it would damage his image.

"Respect is worse than obedience."

Cao Yu held his junior brother by his armpits to help him stand upright, nodded with a smile and a refined demeanor.

"This is my senior brother. Don't look at him with a good skin, he has a dark belly. You call him..."

Chu Mo frowned, calling him senior brother himself, even if Situ Qingyin called him the same as himself, he might not agree.

"Call me Ayu, that's what my friends call me."

Because of Chu Mo's description, Cao Yu's face was a little stiff, and he gritted his lower teeth and smiled gently.

Situ Qingyin raised his eyebrows.

Such a man with beauty all over his body was easily forced out of his prototype by Chu Mo's words.

Although it was just a glimpse of the leopard, he had seen that what Cao Yu had been showing all along might not be his true temperament.

But who dares to say that the things that are integrated into the bones are fake?

But what Chu Mo said before, even the saint would probably be driven away by him in anger.

"Ayu."

Situ Qingyin said few words, but he was kind.

"Let's go, Master should have been waiting."

Cao Yu patted Chu Mo on the shoulder, signaling him to stand up, and then the two brothers stepped up the stone steps.

The stone steps are not high, only more than 20 steps.

The stone steps are very clean, even the snow and moss are gone. Two rows of young bamboos are planted on both sides, which add a touch of green to this winter.

He found a stone bench and sat down, smelling the fragrance of bamboo and the faint bitter taste of soil.

I just feel that my impetuous and gloomy heart has calmed down a lot recently.

It's just that the silence didn't last long.

Accompanied by a shocking cry of pain, the bamboo leaves seemed to have been shaken off a lot.

Situ Qingyin realized that something had happened, his face changed and he didn't care about the two people saying that Su Huai hadn't seen the guests. He picked up his coat and threw it on his body, and he rushed out.

Although the small building is uniquely built, the furniture inside is unexpectedly simple.

It is a bit out of tune with the well-decorated house.

But the furniture is arranged in an orderly manner, as if silently telling the owner's indifference to the world, indifferent and free and easy.

"Master!"

There was another cry, but this time it was Chu Mo's voice.

Situ Qingyin walked quickly along the place where the voice came from.

Pushing open an open door, Chu Mo knelt on the ground. Although Cao Yu was standing, his hands hanging on both sides of his body were tightly clenched, and his body trembled slightly.

On the ground in front of them lay an old man with white beard and hair.

If it wasn't for the uncomfortable position lying on his back, it almost made people think he was just asleep.

His expression was peaceful, without the appearance of pain.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Cao Yu turned his head and took a look.

Situ Qingyin noticed that this man who always had a smile on his face had a gloomy face, and the whites of his long and narrow eyes turned crimson.

But he didn't vent his emotions like Chu Mo did, he just stood and watched quietly, his calmness was terrifying.

Situ Qingyin squatted down, and pressed his fingers twice on the old man's upper arm. It was soft, inflexible, and not stiff.

But the body is cold to the bone, not like new death.

Looks like he didn't die today.

"Three days ago, Baicui Mountain was completely closed. No one would go up the mountain."

Seeing Situ Qingyin's actions, Cao Yu understood what he was asking for proof.

He spoke in a low voice.

"But your master died within three days."

Situ Qingyin is not good at judging the time of death, but it is probably not difficult for him to lock in a time period.

(End of this chapter)