"Cough cough!"
"Pfft!"
"Ah!"
"..."
As soon as Little at Bun finished speaking, the surrounding Zong Rong imdiately choked on their saliva.
dicine Immortal Old Man’s arm slipped over the edge of the bath barrel, and his whole head plunged into the bath, "Cough cough! Cough cough..."
"Cough cough!" Little Monk Bu Jie, usually kind-faced, also changed color, looking incredulously at the Little at Bun beside whom he stood, questioning with trembling lips, "Cough cough! Not rape... cough cough..."
"Ah? Not?" Little at Bun was caught off guard by their reaction, watching the old man struggling and splashing in the bath barrel, confused, scratching his little head, "Did I rember wrong? Not rape? It’s cough cough? Sothing’s off..."
"Cough cough..." Hearing this, Little Monk Bu Jie coughed even harder, with a flash of embarrassnt on his kind face.
"Cough cough..."
"Cough cough..."
Father and Son of the Guo Family were coughing so much that they couldn’t catch their breath, with their faces flushed red.
This Young Master, such a little ancestor!
Where on earth did he hear such remarks?
If the Southern Emperor knew his son was corrupted at their residence, what would happen?
Wouldn’t it bring trouble to them?
So, they’re anxious!
They are anxious, but there’s soone more anxious than them, which is the dicine Immortal Old Man!
The dicine Immortal Old Man splashed water, suddenly frightened and fell into the bath barrel, choked on water, coughing and struggling to get up, finally holding onto the edge of the bath barrel, steadying himself, with his old eyes red with anger, shouting furiously, "Who’s the glutton for punishnt that dares to spread rumors? Dare to ruin my reputation?"
Little at Bun was startled by his shout, involuntarily shrinking his small shoulders.
"I’ve lived for 120 years! Even if handso and charming, I am a gentleman who walks among the thousand flowers, without a leaf sticking! Who? Who is spreading falsehoods about ? Gu Changsheng is the disciple I fancy, do you say I raped... cough cough her? You heard? Who did you hear it from?" The dicine Immortal Old Man said, wanting to climb out of the bath barrel, but thinking of being stark naked, he stopped moving, yet his face was full of fury, "Speak! Which little brat are you listening to? I promise not to beat them to death!"
"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Little at Bun hesitated, biting his finger, looking at the furious old man, twitching his little nose, with round eyes darting around, seemingly unable to resist the pressure, innocently and pitifully speaking, "It was... it was my mom who said it..."
"Pfft!" Upon hearing this, the dicine Immortal Old Man, although not spitting blood, exhaled sharply, collapsing again back into the bath barrel.
"Splash!"
With the dicine Immortal Old Man’s action, a large spray of water splashed out of the bath barrel, dousing Little at Bun’s face.
Seeing this, Little at Bun imdiately slipped away, pulling the dazed Little Monk Bu Jie and always backing Wuchang Yue, sprinting out of the guest room, not forgetting to call the stunned Little Han Mo with the Black Face, "Brother Mo, run, grandpa is angry!"
Father and Son of the Guo Family, standing by the guest room door, watched the four little ones scurry away between their legs, stunned, speechless.
Until the four little ones ran far from the guest room, stopping by a wall to catch their breath, behind them, from dicine Immortal Old Man’s room, ca an anger filled roar echoing through the night sky, startling countless night birds...
"Gu Changsheng! You unworthy disciple! You’ll see!"
Little at Bun hearing this sound, suddenly lifted his head, looking at the flapping and chaotically flying birds under the vague moonlight, with his little mouth wide open, utterly stunned, "Oh no! We seem to have caused trouble..."
"Not us, it’s you!" Little Monk Bu Jie hugged his Little Wooden Fish, rolling his eyes at Little at Bun.
"..." Little at Bun turned his head, looking pitifully at Little Monk Bu Jie, pouting his mouth to speak, "Little Monk, don’t be so distant, we are grasshoppers tied to the sa rope, neither I can escape nor you can hop away! Hmm!"
Little Monk Bu Jie: "..."
His kind face was dark! Dark!
Since being dragged by this child to run away from ho, Little Monk Bu Jie seed trapped in flaming water, clinging along regardless of what the child did!
He is a monk!
A man of the cloth!
Not so scapegoat nanny!
"Gu Yaoyao! What do we do now? If the Witch Lord finds out, we are sure to get punished!" Wuchang Yue looked at Little at Bun with resentnt, stomping.
"..." Little at Bun bit his finger, with a thoughtful look, "Running definitely won’t work, my mom says, you can escape a monk but not the temple..."
"Don’t ntion monks!" Little Monk Bu Jie glared, the mulberry wooden club in his hand ready to swing.
"Alright!" The little atball nodded cooperatively, then his round eyes started darting around. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration glead in his eyes, and he spoke excitedly, "Ha! I rember now! My mom said that in this kind of situation, you have to strike first to gain the upper hand!"
As the little atball spoke, he counted on his little fingers, carefully recalling what his mom had once said, "Red lips, white teeth, a tongue lithe like a lotus, twisting the truth, overturning heaven and earth, that’s the way of the persuader!"
Little Monk Bu Jie, Wuchang Yue, Little Han Mo with the Black Face: "..."
The faces of the three were identical in shock, dumbfounded and completely taken aback by the little atball’s words.
Seeing this, the little atball didn’t mind at all. Instead, he tugged at them and urged, "Don’t just stand there! The most crucial thing now is to strike first. We need to go to mom before the old man and twist the truth before he can report on us, or we’ll really get a beating..."
The three of them were dragged along by the little atball, running towards the dining hall.
"How do you twist the truth?" Wuchang Yue curled his lips, full of disbelief. Can black really be turned into white?
"You’ll know when we get there! Haha! The mountain person has his own tricks!" The little atball ran enthusiastically, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"..."
The three of them were really defeated by the little atball...
Dining Hall.
Gu Changsheng, who was casually chatting with Zhou Mu, heard the dical Immortal Old Man’s furious shout from afar, causing her teacup to tremble. She stood up imdiately, looking utterly bewildered.
"What’s going on? I haven’t even agreed to be his disciple, and I’ve already evolved into an unworthy disciple?"
Damn it, what is going on here?
You hear that old man’s voice, so full of rage, and now I’m supposed to wait, wait for what? A beating?
Who did I provoke or offend?
I was just peacefully having tea in the dining hall, and suddenly disaster strikes!
Damn!
Can soone quickly co and take this unruly old master away!
Zhou Mu’s handso brows also furrowed slightly, and he stood up with Gu Changsheng.
The two exchanged a glance and began to walk out of the dining hall, but before they could step outside, four small figures were already running rapidly towards them under the moonlight.
"Mom... Mom... I’m back..."
The little atball ran while spreading his little arms towards his mom, his face full of joy.
Seeing her son, Gu Changsheng’s phoenix eyes narrowed. Watching him pounce, she bent down reluctantly, opened her arms, and picked him up, "Weren’t you going to the kitchen to check on the food? Why are you back before the food is even served?"
"I didn’t go to the kitchen!" The little atball said cheekily, hugging his mom’s neck, "I went to get revenge for you, mom! Did you hear the old man’s roar? I made him fall into the bathtub, and he drank a lot of bathwater, almost drowned..."
Gu Changsheng was stunned hearing this, looking at the little atball in her arms in shock, her phoenix eyes gleaming brightly.
Her son really was sothing!
Gu Changsheng didn’t need to think to know who the old man in the little atball’s mouth was; it must have been the dical Immortal Old Man!
And who was the dical Immortal Old Man? He was a top master among masters!
Even she and her evildoer dared not provoke him, yet her son went and caused him trouble?
She’s seen daring feats, but never sothing like this!
This was truly playing the ga of death masterfully; it was admirable and praiseworthy!
"Son! Well done!" Gu Changsheng imdiately felt the anger she had held back because of her disciple dissipate, and she didn’t hesitate to praise her son.
Beside her, Zhou Mu heard this, a sharp gleam flashing in his deep black eyes as he glanced at the little atball resting comfortably on his woman’s shoulder.
Under his gaze, the little atball shivered slightly, turning his gaze away, not daring to et his eyes.
"Hey! That old man’s arrogant and unruly, yet we can’t defeat him. Now, I finally caught his weak spot; turns out he has no trick against children!" Gu Changsheng patted her son excitedly, "Evildoer, I’ve thought of a way to avoid being that old man’s disciple. I’ll use my son as a shield. If he dares to cling to again, I’ll unleash the atball!"
Gu Changsheng spoke with firm righteousness, not feeling at all that using her son as a shield was improper.
Instead, the little atball trembled ever so slightly at her words.
Zhou Mu saw this and smiled subtly. Under the moonlight, his face was calm and reserved, like that of a Divine Residence.
Little Monk Bu Jie and the others stood not far away, looking at the little atball in Gu Changsheng’s arms with admiration, their lips twitching.
"But sothing’s not right!" In the next mont, Gu Changsheng sensed sothing was off. She furrowed her brows slightly, tilting her head to scrutinize her son on her shoulder, her phoenix eyes narrowing inquisitively...
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