Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The futon is the most common futon, neither new nor old, but it is clean.

Bing Chenji covered his butt and sat on the futon, looking at the dog leg with a critical look, and began to settle the score: "Why didn't you take out the futon earlier?"

Making the young master sit on that ridiculous little stool made him embarrassed.

The dog-leg explained with gestures: "The small stool is higher than the futon, which can better highlight your majestic and domineering posture."

Bing Chenji asked suspiciously, "Really?"

The lackey nodded quickly.

Bing Chenji threw the fan to him.

Dog Legs caught the white jade fan that looked ridiculously expensive, and while fanning the young master, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he will need to learn a lot of experience in the profession of a lackey in the future. First of all, he should prepare more chairs, handkerchiefs, umbrellas and other items commonly used by young masters in his storage bag.

It is imperative to fully display the young master's handsomeness in front of the beauty so as not to embarrass him.

Yes, he, Nong Jiale, is a rookie lackey working without a license.

Becoming a lackey was purely accidental.

He, Nong Jiale, is a poor man who is desperately short of money.

A poor man who worries about a few spirit stones all day long and scrimps everywhere, a small figure at the bottom of the academy.

He dreams of achieving a reversal in life like his senior, Men Sankou, who lives next door to him.

For this, he spent a huge amount of money - two spirit stones.

I bought a fortune-bringing talisman which was said to be effective when used on a stick, and stuck it on my bedside for two months. It seems like I was cheated.

Talisman paper, useless waste paper.

Nong Jiale reflected on himself and thought that he could not learn the business acumen of his predecessors, but he believed that he was still very good at knowing the times and having a good sense of perspective.

The story of his counterattack in life began three days ago.

Thinking back to his first encounter with the young master, it was like a replica of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Bing Chenji was taking a medicinal hot spring bath at the academy when his clothes were stolen.

The fact that the clothes are gone is not the most important thing, because the young master has a pile of clothes in his storage magic tool.

The important thing is that the storage device is also on that piece of clothing!!!

He wanted to notify someone to send him clothes. Haha, the communication device was also in the storage device.

Bing Chenji huddled in the hot spring, trying to get ashore, but was worried that he might be running naked.

The elder who had been following him to protect him went to report his situation to his father, leaving behind many life-saving cards.

Your life is safe, all your cards are hanging on the necklace around your neck.

The problem is, he won't die now but he will die socially.

He has to catch the bastard who stole his clothes.

I will definitely cut him into pieces!

If you want to steal the magic weapon, just steal the magic weapon. Why steal the young master’s clothes!

The hot spring water was still hot, so he wouldn't be frozen to death. The problem was that if he soaked in the hot spring overnight, he would probably have bald skin the next day.

Bing Chenji is really in a desperate situation now, crying out to heaven and earth for help but getting no response.

He didn't want to run around naked in the academy, even though it was dark. But if he ran into someone who was awake late at night and out admiring the moon, Young Master Bing's reputation would be ruined.

Bing Chenji huddled in the hot spring, peeking behind the door to listen for any footsteps passing by, hoping that someone would come and lend him some clothes.

He actually caught someone.

Nong Jiale, a worker who is responsible for cleaning the hot springs and replacing the medicinal bath ingredients.

Bing Chenji pried through the crack in the door, revealing a pair of threatening eyes: "You, come here!"

Bingchenji:??(▼ヘ▼#)

Nong Jiale: o.? He walked over nervously.

Nong Jiale, holding a small cloth bag of medicinal herbs, slowly moved over and asked cautiously, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Bing Chenji﹀＜(-︿-)＞﹀: "Did you bring any clothes? Lend me some."

Nong Jiale ( ′???`) shook his head: "I didn't bring any clothes..."

Are you kidding? Who doesn’t have a few sets of clothes to change into in their storage bag?

Bing Chenji didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He quickly opened the door and pulled him into the private hot spring pool.

Prepare to force it.

Young Master Bing's skin is as precious as gold and jade, so white that it seems to glow.

Nong Jiale's nose felt a little itchy. The material looked so smooth, better than any luxurious material he had ever seen.

Bing Chenji crossed his arms, his face arrogant, and glared: "What are you looking at!"

Nong Jiale looked at his nose and his heart, silently hugged the herbs tighter, blocking them in front of his chest, "No..."

Seeing that he was like a quail, Bing Chenji was too lazy to argue with him and said directly: "Take out your storage bag."

He was used to ordering people around, and Nong Jiale couldn't help but do as he said.

He took out his old storage bag from the sewn inner pocket of his clothes.

It was the most common, low-quality storage bag, worn and faded, with a broken corner at the edge, and sewn up with crude forbidden stitches.

There is a cute little tiger embroidered on the surface of the bag. It can be seen that the embroiderer has superb skills and the little tiger looks vivid and lifelike.

Bing Chenji was holding an old storage bag of low quality that he had never seen before, and was quite curious about the little tiger on it.

He took a rare extra look and said disdainfully, "Did the same person embroider this tiger and the forbidden decoration? How can there be such a big difference?"

"Ah? The tiger was embroidered by my mother. She is an ordinary person and cannot embroider restrictions. The restrictions were added by a formation master who knows some formations." Nong Jiale pinched the corner of his clothes and said awkwardly.

The storage bag was left by his father, but even if it was a low-level spatial magic tool of the lowest quality, it was already the most precious thing for his slightly impoverished family.

He was selected to attend the academy.

Before leaving, his mother personally handed him a storage bag with a tiger cub embroidered by her stitch by stitch on it.

Later, the storage bag was affected while hunting monsters and a corner of it was torn.

He didn't have any extra spirit stones to buy a new storage bag, so he had to tighten his belt, save up some spirit stones, and find a student who was studying formations to help him complete the restrictions on the bag.

The formation master was obviously not good at embroidery, and the restrictions he embroidered were as ugly as shit.

He spent so many spirit stones just for two injections.

Damn, it’s so easy for a formation master to make money.

It’s a pity that he is not destined to be an alchemist, formation master... or other special professions.

Bing Chenji opened Nong Jiale's low-grade broken storage bag and poured out the contents.

"bang"

The small stool rolled over and hit his foot.

Bing Chenji let out a hiss, his toes were bruised red, and he kicked the broken wooden bench away. He suppressed his anger and glared at Nong Jiale: "Why did you put a bench in your storage bag? Are you going to use it to hit someone on the back of the head? It's so hard!"

Nong Jiale tried to explain the rationality of the small stool: "It is a small stool made of spiritual wood. My father made it for me when I was a child..."

Under Bing Chenji's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Nong Jiale added silently in his heart: However, it is quite useful to use it to hit someone on the back of the head, even more convenient than using a club.

He silently picked up the small stool that had been kicked away.

Apart from the storage bag, the most valuable thing on him is this small stool, which is made of spiritual wood.

Bing Chenji's face grew darker as he looked at the items he had poured out.