Old state

Yang Caiqiong stayed under the quilt, opened his big black and white eyes, and watched the strange uncle take off his clothes layer by layer.

This man must be a rich man.

Because his clothes are very slippery and easy to touch.

The child's eyes moved to the uncle's feet, where there was a pile of blood-stained clothes, his clothes and the coat that the uncle gave him just now.

It was so pretty and comfortable to the touch, and the clothes were embroidered with dark patterns, which were stained dirty by his blood.

The child blinked and was a little shy. He hid his face under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, and watched the uncle take off his clothes bit by bit, revealing his fair body.

Yang Caiqiong felt that his face turned red with a "thump".

This, this old rascal!

The child scolded viciously in his heart.

But I couldn't help but want to see it.

Uncle looks good.

Better looking than everyone he'd ever seen combined.

If he was as good-looking as the uncle, he would definitely be taken to that beautiful room.

Those bastards, seeing that uncle is so good-looking, will they do something bad to him?Just like Xiuran, dying with scars all over her body?

But the uncle is very powerful, he knocked him out with one move, and he can also tap acupuncture points, which can only be learned by those in black clothes.

But those beasts are also very powerful.What if the uncle can't beat them?

This is what Yang Zigui saw when he came back from a quick shower and brushed his hair.

Half of the child's face was buried in the quilt, leaving only a pair of big bright eyes outside. His eyes flickered, his face flickered, full of struggles.

This child is not very old, but his thoughts are very heavy.

Yang Zigui shook his head amusedly.

He walked to the bed, pulled the child's face out of the quilt, looked at the child's red face and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about, little ghost? You want to turn red."

Yang Caiqiong blushed and didn't dare to look at him, and wanted to bury him under the quilt.

Yang Zigui stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "What are you hiding, go to bed, it's late, children won't grow up if they don't sleep well."

Yang Caiqiong whispered, "What about you?"

Yang Zigui smiled again: "Go to bed first."

Yang Caiqiong wrinkled her nose, mumbled something, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

He slept very peacefully that night, as if he had a dream.He knocked on the door of a house, and behind the door was a smiling face, wearing baggy clothes and showing half of his chest.

It's that strange uncle.

It was a sweet dream.

He smiled slightly.

Compared to Yang Caiqiong's relaxed and comfortable state, Yang Zigui didn't sleep all night.He racked his brains to recall the introduction of the life of the founding patriarch in the Devil's Cult.It turns out that this is part of the history of the Devil's Cult, and all disciples of the Devil's Cult must study it carefully.

However, as the leader's direct disciple, he has too many things to be busy with, such as learning martial arts, dealing with the simple affairs of the Demon Cult, busy building the Demon Cult, recruiting followers, and spending time with other minorities of the Demon Cult. The cubs go up to the mountains to hunt birds, go down to the water to catch fish, or play tricks on some elders of the Demon Cult, most of them are Elder Puti, because he is chubby and has a very good temper. He does not kill or eat meat. No matter how they tease him, he always smiles play with them.

So this book of religious history, which most of the congregation has read, has not been read by the young master. He just glanced at it and didn't have much of an impression.

Later, when the Devil's Cult was overthrown, this history of religion, together with other books in the Devil's Cult's collection, were all burned down and reduced to ashes.

He really has a photographic memory, but he needs to read it carefully, and he doesn't remember much after just a glance.

He only had a vague impression of the founder's master.After thinking about it all night, I vaguely remembered that the surname was Xin, but he was a chivalrous man.

He decided to wait until the child recovered from his injuries, and then take him to find that knight surnamed Xin.

Righteous hero, it should be easy to find.

Although Doctor Wei has a bad temper, his medical ethics and medical skills are top-notch.

After saying this, Dr. Wei laughed and gave him medicine for a few more days.

Yang Zigui shook his fan and smiled softly.

It only snowed last night, and the streets are already bustling with activity today.

New Year's Eve is coming.

Yang Zigui was walking on the street in thin clothes, fanning himself, watching the simple townspeople wearing thick cotton jackets cheerfully buying new year's goods, he couldn't help smiling.

If it is really far away from the disputes between the rivers and lakes, there is nothing wrong with living here.

How about buying a small courtyard here to live in?

He shook his fan and seriously considered the possibility of buying a house.

Back at the inn, he met the second brother, and after a long talk, Yang Zigui touched his nose, and now he had to buy it if he didn't.

He went back to the past and came in a hurry, before he had time to ask what day it was, today is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the inn will be closed tomorrow, the shopkeeper and the second brother are going home for the New Year.

Now it seemed that the money stolen yesterday was not enough.

Yang Zigui felt for the money bag and thought of it this way.

In fact, the matter of stealing is very simple.

The folks in the small town are simple and honest, even the wealthy family doesn't have any skilled guards, even if they are very skilled, they can't stop him.

The lightness kung fu of the leader of the Demon Cult has always been as brisk and flexible as a ghost. If he was discovered by these three-legged cat guardians casually, how could he mess around?

And that rich man had a room full of silver, even if he touched a few pieces, he couldn't find it.

But today, Yang Zigui waved his fan and thought: Let's look for a bank note, after all, he wants to buy a house.