dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Seeing that Hua Jiu just frowned slightly after hearing what he said, and did not speak, the little crow was obviously a little anxious.

Just as he was about to ask again, he felt a warm, strong hand touching his head, as if comforting and encouraging.

Who else could the Patriarch of the Chang family be if he wasn't a modest gentleman.

"You don't have to be impatient, my husband has his own reasons for doing things."

"And Chang promises you: Mister will definitely save your ancestor."

There is a saying among the Chumaxians of the northern land:

Chang Jiazi and Nuoqianjin work hard to answer people's affairs; if you make friends, you will make friends with Wanlongshan, and you will feel at ease during life and after death.

Therefore, even if the little crow didn't believe his own ancestor, he still believed in the words of the master of Wanlong Mountain.

Hearing this, she immediately nodded with tears in her eyes, and covered her crotch tightly with her bald wings.

No way, in front of such an independent and peerless man like Chang Huaiyuan, any existence would be ashamed, let alone a little crow without a hair...

Seeing the little crow nodding repeatedly, Chang Huaiyuan smiled and asked Chan Ruyu to take him down to rest.

In the heart of the loyal Beiguo Xuelong, it is inappropriate for the little crow to stand in front of the husband so naked, and it is quite offensive.

Just when the little crow was about to be taken away by Chan Ruyu, the disaster suddenly blocked the way.

"Well, sister Ruyu, I'll take the duckling to the back, and we'll heal him personally!"

Chan Ruyu immediately nodded with a smile when she heard the words: It's best not to leave, she still wants to stay with her handsome master for a while longer.

The poor little crow didn't refuse when he saw that he was his savior.

Poor thing he doesn't know yet, the most unreliable person in the crowd is this... let the scourge heal his wounds, and make troubles even if he is not sick.

At least you have to leave a psychological shadow...

Not to mention how the little crow got into the tiger's mouth, Chang Huaiyuan said softly after they left.

"Sir, do you also think that the Yazu matter is too strange?"

Hua Jiu nodded lightly: "Brother Chang also felt it?"

"It stands to reason that even if senior Ya Zu was seriously injured and fell into the hands of other Dark Seven Sects, such an important matter would not be known to everyone."

"Even less likely to be snooped out by Xiao Hei."

"It's obvious that the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to lure us out."

Among the people who were still in the small courtyard at this time, the honest and honest Dachang Chong was the most cautious.

Hearing this, his face was filled with worry immediately: "Small, Mr. Xiao, big brother, what do you mean is that someone wants to use Senior Crow Ancestor to lure the big worm...to lure us out of the cave?"

"That's really wicked... what should we do then?"

"Senior Crow Ancestor was caught doing things for us, and we can't just leave him alone..."

Hua Jiu didn't want to make the simple and simple Ba Ye Chang worry too much, and immediately smiled back when he heard the words.

"Ba Ye, don't worry, with Brother Chang and I here, we won't suffer even if the enemy tries to trick us out."

The honest and honest Chang Baye immediately nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and at the same time thought to himself: Isn't it!

The most reassuring silver in the world is Big Brother and Little Mister!

With them, even if the sky falls, you can push it back with your own strength, and you will never let anyone around you suffer any harm!

Just when the big worm felt at ease, the little crow suddenly screamed in the room.

That kind of misery, if he was not a male, Hua Jiunan and others would have wondered if Chen had ruined him.

"Ah! You, you, what did you do to me?!"

"I look like this, how can I go out to meet people in the future!!"

Amidst the mournful voice, a snow-white crow flew out of the house, and burrowed into the arms of the Northern Blood Dragon, weeping bitterly.

This scene stunned Hua Jiunan, who had always been calm.

"You, are you the... carbon head just now?"

"How did it become like this in such a short time?!"

Before the little crow could answer, the scourge had already walked out of the room with his mouth wide open.

"Hahaha how's the boss, isn't the little duck now much prettier than before?!"

"We glued the freshly plucked crane feathers on him with the glue we studied in Xiaoheicheng (Mocheng)."

"I promise to look the same as myself, even if I get stripped off in the future, the white hair will still grow!!"