dead child, ghost carrying coffin

When Hua Jiunan woke up again, it was already an hour later.

But now he seems to be more mature: the childishness unique to a young man on his face has completely disappeared, replaced by maturity and fortitude.

That kind of maturity and fortitude that bears a heavy burden and still works hard to move forward.

"Small, Mr. Little?"

Among them, Chang Baye and Hua Jiunan were the closest and had the closest relationship, so he immediately felt the change in him.

And this kind of change makes the honest and honest Da Chang Chong feel very distressed... just like the elders see the children who work hard for their lives.

Hearing Ba Ye Chang's call, and feeling the concern in the eyes of the Patriarch of the Hui family, Hua Jiunan tried his best to smile.

"Eighth Master, Sixth Brother, don't worry, Xiao Jiu, I'm fine."

With this smile, the former boy next door seemed to have returned, despite being "tired" all over his body.

Only then did Ba Ye Chang relax a little, and stopped talking, but turned into a bracelet and put it on Hua Jiunan's left arm.

It seems that only such an intimate contact can make the honest and honest Dachang Chong feel that his little teacher has not changed.

Still that boy...

"Sir, where are we going now?"

The head of the Hui family is obviously not as sentimental as Chang Baye. Although he also feels sorry for Hua Jiunan, he knows that his little teacher must mature.

Because there are too many things on his shoulders...

Hua Jiu couldn't hear the words, and immediately took the lead towards the Hu family's ancestral land.

"Brother Six, something seems to have happened to Fei'er, let's go over and have a look."

Toad San, who has been with Hua Jiunan all this time, did not follow this time.

"Sir, there is no evil in the Hu family, right?"

"If there is no third child, I will go back first... Sigh, I found out that I am really weak after following you. I must work hard when I go back!"

After getting Hua Jiunan's consent, Toad Fairy opened his mouth and spit out his natal tablet and handed it to the Patriarch of Hui Family.

"Thanks to Mister, my third son, Gao Pan, calls you Sixth Brother."

"Brother Six, I would like to trouble you with one more thing: when you go back, you can throw my tablet anywhere in Mr. Xiao's house."

"In this way, if you need me to run errands or do odd jobs, you can call me at any time if you have something to do."

Toad the third is a straightforward rough guy, he said "running errands" is not because he is afraid of death and doesn't want to help Hua Jiu fight.

It is a helpless statement that realizes that one's morality and deeds are insufficient.

The Patriarch of the Hui Family was originally from a humble background, so there was no way he would put on airs with Toad the Third.

Besides, he never puts on airs with anyone.

"Don't worry, third child, I'll put your tablet under mine when the time comes, and we'll be 'neighbors', hahaha."

"Oh, by the way, and Sixth Brother, I have to remind you first: we are all kind people in the small courtyard, and there are not so many rules in normal times."

"You just need to pay attention... Pay attention to that brat Daji, and try to stay away from him if you have nothing to do."

"For example, this time, if you let the tablet be thrown in a random place, that kid might throw it in the toilet... It's very possible!

The youngest Toad was terrified when he heard this, and while nodding repeatedly to thank the Patriarch of the Hui family for his advice, he picked up a pen and wrote a line of small characters on the corner of his clothes:

It's not easy for a toad, stay away from Chen Mouji...

From now on, Toad the Third is determined not to come into contact with the scourge alone. If he really can't avoid it, he will speak carefully at a distance of ten meters away.

This situation made Chen lose confidence in his "personality charm", and even wondered if he had underarm odor, which made the toad into such a virtue...

On the other side, in the Hu family's ancestral land.

Under the amazed eyes of everyone, the soul and body of the young man of the Hu family fused together like two attracting magnets.

With a whoosh, it was revived on the spot.

The only sequelae was the huge wound on the neck, the wound left by Chen's bloodletting.

"Oh, it hurts!"

The young man of the Hu family clutched his neck and exhaled in pain: "Young, Major General, right?"

"You still have the golden sore medicine, can you lend me some..."