He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang gritted his teeth and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

He covered his chest with both hands, as if blood was dripping from there.

He was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Jia Youcai.

"Alright!"

"You're not allowed to say anything more!"

Yang Guang abruptly waved his hand, interrupting Jia Youcai, his voice filled with a sense of exasperation after his defenses were breached.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation!"

"This money is for the little girl's food and tuition!"

"If you dare use that to fix your lousy pink memories, or to buy health supplements for that old lady, I'll draw a Five Thunder Talisman and strike you dead, you old codger!"

Jia Youcai's eyes instantly reddened again.

His hands were trembling as he held the phone. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to express his gratitude: "Brother, I..."

"Shut up!"

Yang Guang jumped up and down, pointing towards the alley entrance and roaring, "Don't say it out loud!"

"You better shut the hell up right now!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll regret it now!"

"My hand is practically itching to grab your phone and transfer the money back!"

Yang Guang turned around, slapped Er Lengzi on the head, clutched his heart, and quickly walked out of the alley.

He tossed out a sentence without even turning his head.

"Leave me alone!"

"Don't the hell talk to me tonight, I need to find somewhere secluded to cry for a while!"

Watching Yang Guang's retreating figure, as if fleeing a disaster.

Jia Youcai gripped his phone tightly, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.

He chuckled softly.

That stingy kid.

Actually, I'm more soft-hearted than anyone else.

Chu Sheng rubbed his bald head and held one hand in front of his chest.

The large porcelain cup in his hand wobbled, and as he watched Yang Guang's figure disappear into the darkness as if fleeing for his life, he couldn't help but loudly proclaim a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

"Good, good, good."

"Although Brother Guang is a bit of a beast in his daily life and does things that are utterly immoral."

"But his heart isn't completely black after all."

"It's truly remarkable that a miser like him could pluck out 200,000 feathers."

"The merciful Buddha will surely bless him with a safe journey."

Jia Youcai, standing to the side, rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

He spat at Chu Sheng in an annoyed tone.

"You fat, bald monk, what do you know?!"

"He was a true-blue, loyal last Celestial Master!"

"A true member of the Taoist sect!"

"You're asking your Buddhist sect's top leader to bless him?"

"Aren't you afraid that the Taoist patriarch will appear in your dream in the middle of the night and strike you dead with lightning?"

"Don't worry about it!"

Chu Sheng was taken aback.

He scratched his bald head and nodded seriously.

"This humble monk was hasty."

Jia Youcai was too lazy to continue paying attention to this frivolous monk who kept spouting nonsense.

He turned around and went straight into the dilapidated rented room to find the little girl.

A few minutes later.

Jia Youcai then led Tongtong out of the house.

Tongtong was tightly clutching a small, yellowed canvas backpack.

She was still wearing those ill-fitting plastic sandals.

Throughout the entire ordeal, she neither cried nor made a fuss, quietly staying by Jia Youcai's side.

She's so sensible that just one look at her makes your heart ache.

For once, Er Lengzi didn't act foolishly and obediently squatted at the alley entrance.

It tilted its head and looked at Tongtong.

Tongtong also looked at the huge husky and shrank slightly closer to Jia Youcai's legs.

Jia Youcai led her to the pink old man's car.

Open the car door.

At this moment, Yang Guang also emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance.

His hands were tightly tucked into his school uniform pockets, his eyes were still a little red, but his face had already returned to its usual smug expression.

"Old Jia, get out of here."

Yang Guang raised his chin impatiently and urged, "I can't stand this lousy place for even a second longer!"

Jia Youcai glanced at the cramped back seat of the old man's car, then at the large, fat monk next to him.

"So what are you going to do?"

"This Pink Memories area only has two seats. If you bring children, there won't be enough room for all of you big guys."

Yang Guang waved his hand.

"I'm taking pity on you today and won't squeeze onto your beat-up electric scooter."

"You take the little girl and go first."

"Remember to take good care of her. If anything happens to her, I'll skin you alive!"

Jia Youcai stopped joking and nodded solemnly.

I carefully lifted Tongtong into the passenger seat and closed the car door.

"Old man, you can rest assured when I handle things."

A sharp, piercing sound of an electrical leak followed.

The pink electric scooter slowly started and wobbled its way onto the bumpy dirt road in the urban village.

Tongtong leaned against the car window and waved her little hand at Yang Guang through the dirty glass.

His lips moved.

Although you can't hear the sound through the glass.

But Yang Guang could understand the lip movements; he was saying, "Thank you, big brother."

Yang Guang turned his head away and snorted coldly.

"Thank me for what?"

"I've already spent all my savings on my wife, what are you going to do to thank me?"

Until the pink old man's car completely disappeared around the street corner.

Chu Sheng came over and bumped Yang Guang with his shoulder.

"Brother Guang, how do we get back?"

Yang Guang glared at him: "Nonsense!"

"Of course, we'll take a taxi!"

Er Lengzi barked twice beside him.

In this urban village at the middle of the night, there's not a soul in sight. Where can I get a taxi?

The two people and the dog walked along the dirt road to the main road outside.

After enduring the cold wind for a full half hour, Yang Guang finally managed to hail a ride-hailing car on his phone, much to his frustration.

The taxi fare cost a full thirty-six yuan and fifty cents!

Yang Guang's hands were trembling violently as he paid.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline.

Seeing these three passengers board the bus in the middle of the night, I was completely stunned.

A boy in a tattered school uniform with a murderous look on his face.

A fat monk wearing a tattered robe and holding a large porcelain cup.

In addition, there's a heterochromatic husky that sticks its head out the window to enjoy the breeze as soon as it gets in the car.

The older brother floored the gas pedal and sped off, as if afraid these three had escaped from some mental hospital.

After half an hour.

The ride-hailing car did not return to the funeral parlor in the old city of Fengdu.

Instead, they went to the villa area.

This is Jiang Siyu's villa.

Where is that run-down place as a government agency compared to a comfortable villa?

The bed is not only big but also soft.

The main attraction is the free large refrigerator, which is filled with high-end drinks and fruits.

Yang Guang skillfully used the key to open the door.

It was the middle of the night, and the villa was quiet, since Jiang Siyu didn't live there anyway.

Chu Sheng usually lives alone.

Occasionally, Er Lengzi and Jia Youcai would come over, but Yang Guang was usually at the agency.

Yang Guang was feeling a bit down today, which is why he came over.

As soon as Yang Guang entered the room, he immediately flung his canvas shoes off.

Wearing a wrinkled school uniform, he lunged forward and collapsed onto the leather sofa in the living room, which was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

He was spread-eagled, looking completely exhausted.

As soon as Er Lengzi entered the house, he started rolling around wildly on the expensive carpet.

The dog even let out a comfortable humming sound.

Chu Sheng carried the large porcelain cup to the sofa.

I was just about to sit down.

Yang Guang suddenly sprang up halfway from the sofa, pointed at Chu Sheng, and shouted.

"Bald monk!"

"Don't sit!"

"Quickly, take out your phone and order takeout!"