The Only Immortal Cultivator of Douluo

Chapter 11 The New Mayor [New book for collection! 】

Tianyi Academy.

Su Bai has already prepared the food and put it on the table.

The three of them sat around the table and were preparing to eat.

clang clang clang---

There was a quick knock on the door.

Bibi Dong went to open the door.

It was lunch time, who would knock on the door at this time, could it be the aunts and aunts who wanted to ask Master for advice.

Bibi Dong was a little unhappy when her meal time was interrupted.

It has to be said that due to Su Bai's vicissitudes of life, most young girls will communicate with Su Bai with respect.

However, some mature aunts and aunts in the village don't think so, but really want to find out the lengths of Dean Su.

Hey!
Opening the door, a middle-aged scribe with white hair came in. His clothes were messy and he was panting heavily, as if he had just experienced some strenuous exercise.

There was a carriage parked behind him, and Bibi Dong recognized at a glance that it was an official carriage, and it was at the level of the mayor.

Because the mayor of Shili Town drives, Bibi Dong often sees it, and even used it a few times.

"My little girl, my father and daughter came here and encountered some difficulties. I want to rest in your courtyard. I wonder if it can be convenient."

The middle-aged scholar cupped his hands and asked.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask my master, that is, our headmaster." Bibi Dong replied.

"Okay, I'm sorry." The middle-aged scribe arched his hands again and said.

Bibi Dong turned around and walked towards the backyard, and after a while, Su Bai came out.

Such a handsome face, he is the dean of this academy at such a young age... The middle-aged scribe was a little puzzled.

The middle-aged scribe didn't just find a place to rest.

In order to avoid being chased and killed, he fled to Beishan Village in a panic, and after searching around, he found such a safe place that everyone in Beishan Village praised.

It doesn't seem so safe.

"Well, please come in, it's just in time for dinner, and we can have lunch together."

Su Bai turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you, little dean." The middle-aged scribe said, cupping his hands.

There is no time left, I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor... The middle-aged scribe thought to himself.

"Su'er, come down." The middle-aged scribe said to the carriage.

Opening the curtain of the carriage, a graceful woman in plain clothes came down.

His silver-white long hair was simply bundled up, his skin was as white as snow, and his face was a little pale. His eyes were like stars in the night sky, like a snow beauty.

The woman stepped forward slowly, seeing Bibi Dong, her eyes flickered.

Comparing is a girl's nature.

Seeing Su Bai, his eyes lit up.

Love of beauty is the nature of all living beings.

"Su'er, you go in first." The middle-aged scribe said.

"Dong'er, bring the guests in." Su Bai said.

Afterwards, Bibi Dong brought a woman named Su'er into the backyard.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe suddenly said to Su Bai: "Please ask the little principal to take care of the little girl for a while and hide her well.

At least... within three days, don't let the little girl leave here, let alone let her come into contact with outsiders.

If possible, let the little girl live here all the time, it's not a bad idea. "

"Huh? What do you mean?" Su Bai asked.

From the looks of it, the middle-aged scribe seemed to want to entrust his daughter to himself.

How can this work, Su Bai hates arranged marriages the most, no matter what, it will take a few hours to get to know each other.

The middle-aged scribe saw Su Bai's doubts, and smiled wryly, "To tell you the truth, my father and daughter escaped to this place after evading hunting all the way.

Now I have to lure away the pursuers. I heard that the villagers in Beishan Village praised this college and you, the little dean, very much.

That's why I want to entrust the little girl to the care of the little dean.

Here is one hundred thousand gold soul coins, which should be regarded as the reward for the little headmaster. "

As he spoke, the middle-aged scribe took out a black card.

But Su Bai didn't go to pick it up, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way.

Besides, how could such a major matter as life and death be so hasty.

Just as Su Bai was about to speak, a voice sounded behind him first.

"Dad, don't leave your daughter behind, okay?"

The young woman who had just followed Bibi Dong into the backyard ran back, and threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged scribe, crying.

Su Bai could feel that the young woman didn't eavesdrop, but ran back after the middle-aged scribe had finished speaking. How did she hear it at such a long distance?
"Stupid child, how can my father have the heart to abandon you."

The middle-aged scribe stroked the face of his daughter in his arms and said.

"It's just that on the way, I have already fought against the killer of the Seven Killing Pavilion, and I am not his opponent at all.

What a blood-killing vine, he really lived up to his reputation.

If he didn't want to tease me, or he had some other mission and left halfway, it would be impossible for you and my father and daughter to come here.

We may not have such good luck next time, I can't let you die with me. "

Blood Killer?

Leave halfway?

Su Bai and Bibi Dong looked at each other, as if they had thought of something.

Before Su Bai could ask, the woman named Su'er cried and said, "It's all the daughter's fault, it was the daughter who harmed the mother, and now she has harmed the father.

Since the man wanted his daughter's body, the daughter obeyed him, as long as the father could live. "

"Absolutely not, those so-called aristocrats are all the same thing, tyrannical, cruel, a bunch of pig heads.

You are my daughter, and I will never watch you jump into the fire pit.

Such a careless life, as a father, he might as well die. "

The middle-aged scribe looked serious and spoke resolutely.

"Then the father will take his daughter to go together, just like what the father said, let the daughter watch the father go to die, and live alone, it is better to die."

Su'er's tone was also extremely firm.

"Well, the happiest thing in my life is being with your mother and giving birth to you.

Having a daughter like you is really a gift from God to me. "

"Being my father's daughter is also a gift from God to me."

The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled, then hugged each other tightly and began to cry.

Seeing the father and daughter crying, Su Bai couldn't bear it anymore.

"Excuse me, is the blood-killing vine that your Excellency mentioned a killer, and Wuhun is a blood-red vine?"

The father and daughter who were crying looked at Su Bai with puzzled eyes.

We are expressing the love between father and daughter impassionedly here, you are asking me here if the blood-killing vine hand is a killer, and if Wuhun is a vine.

Is this the point?
You young man is too incomprehensible.

If you go on like this, you won't be able to find a girlfriend... Well, for the sake of your face, let me pretend that I haven't thought about this sentence.

However, seeing Su Bai's serious expression, the middle-aged scribe couldn't refuse, so he wiped away his tears and said:

"That's right, I have fought against Xuesha Vine, he is a four-ring soul sect.

His Wuhun Xueshavine is a blood-red vine, which is not only poisonous, but also can absorb the blood of other soul masters to enhance his own strength and cultivation, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

If it wasn't for his intention to play tricks on me, one blow would kill me. "

"Does this blood-killing vine look like a mouse-eye, and he smiles very wretchedly?"

"That's true, that's quite obscene.

Um?Dean, how do you know? "The middle-aged scribe asked with some doubts.

Su Bai glanced at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong nodded, and said: "This blood killer should be dead.

On the way back with my master, this guy suddenly jumped out and tried to abduct me, but I punched him to death. "

"Huh?" The middle-aged scribe was stunned.

"This, this, this... what you two said is true!" Su'er's voice was trembling and unbelievable.

It was too sudden to come out of a desperate situation.

"Well, it should be right, didn't you see anything or hear any sound on the way here?" Bibi Dong asked.

A golden dragon that is so thick, so long, and so big, a blind person should have seen it... Bibi Dong couldn't help thinking in her heart.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have thought of something, and asked tentatively, "Then... that golden dragon?"

Bibi Dong nodded indifferently, as if she just did a trivial thing.

"Ah this..."

Suddenly there is no need to die, the middle-aged scribe's mood is very complicated, he wants to express his gratitude to the two people in front of him, but when he thinks of his true feelings just now.

So embarrassing.

Could this be the legendary social death?
(End of this chapter)