Ye Ziqin blinked her big eyes with a hint of panic, but her cold face didn't have any extra expression. Reading a book at m.12kanshu.com/
Wu Tong and Qianbin looked at each other again, and then looked at Lian Shijian and Long Ge Yueh. They couldn't help but think that even though Mr. Zhuo had all kinds of magical powers, he was probably having a headache right now.
"Sister Ye, I'm the servant that Young Master hired, I'm here to cook for him." Lian Shijian said softly, but he was already confused. If Ye Ziqin was Zhuo Bufan's wife, then why hadn't he seen Ye Ziqin during that period of time? Did this woman not like Young Master, or did they have some conflict?
Although Shi Jian was innocent, this didn't mean that she was an idiot. Moreover, when it came to relationships, women were born with a sharp sixth sense.
Ye Ziqin had been in the business world for many years, and when she saw the trace of loneliness in Lian Shijian's eyes, as a woman, she naturally knew what it meant.
Long Geyue, on the other hand, became quiet. Zhuo Bufan really felt a headache coming on, so he simply said, "I still have something important to do. You two go ahead and have fun. I'll come to find you later." After that, he put his hands behind his back and strode toward Yueban Lake of Wind Spirit Villa.
"Zhuo Bufan." Just when he walked a few steps, Ye Ziqin suddenly called him and said slowly, "Auntie called me the day before yesterday, saying that it's summer break, and she wants me to go back with you to see her."
"My mother?" Zhuo Bufan's body trembled slightly. He hadn't contacted his mother in the past three to four months, because to him, this was his mother that he hadn't seen for three hundred years. That kind of complicated and contradictory feelings made his unshakable dao heart very complicated. But now that he had enough strength, it was time for him to go back.
But what Zhuo Bufan didn't expect was that his mother would actually call Ye Ziqin. Zhuo Bufan nodded and said, "I'll go back after I'm done here."
Looking at Zhuo Bufan's back as he left, Long Ge Yueh smiled at Ye Ziqin, the corners of her mouth curved into a crescent moon, and she nodded lightly and left.
"Have I been too bad to you?" Ye Ziqin suddenly sighed in her heart. She still remembered that when she and Zhuo Bufan had just gotten married, Zhuo Bufan had gotten drunk and wanted to climb into her bed one day, but she had slapped him harshly.
The inner court of Wind Spirit Villa was built in a three-story pavilion by the Crescent Moon Lake, and the people who could enter it were the best in the Central Plains. "Why did you come here? You didn't even tell Auntie in advance."
"I came with Young Master. Young Master is here to buy something." Lian Shijian's clear eyes looked at Zhuo Bufan, and there was a glimmer in them.
Lian Lian looked at Zhuo Bufan, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Zhuo Bufan, you have to be careful. I'm afraid that person will also come today."
"I was just about to find him," Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
"Lian Lian, come back. Let's go upstairs," Lian Xipo suddenly said. Lian Lian couldn't help but sigh. She returned to Lian Xipo's side, and the few of them walked up the stairs to the third floor.
As soon as they left, a monk and a Daoist priest suddenly appeared on the second floor. The monk was fat and short, and there were eight ring scars on his bald head. He always had a smiling expression on his face, and he would nod to everyone he saw, as if he was very familiar with them. The Daoist priest, on the other hand, was thin and tall, and he had a ferocious expression on his face. The two of them were a stark contrast.
The monk was holding a wooden box in his hands. When the two of them walked past Zhuo Bufan and the others, the monk and the Daoist priest couldn't help but glance at Master Wu. Then, the monk smiled at Master Wu, but the Daoist priest shook his head. The two of them walked up the stairs to the third floor.
Zhuo Bufan could see that the two of them were actually cultivators who had entered the first level of Qi Refinement. The monk was used to smiling at Master Wu, but the Daoist priest shook his head. It seemed that he didn't think much of Master Wu's cultivation. Master Wu was almost sixty years old, and he hadn't even broken through to the Qi Refinement Realm, so he naturally didn't think much of him.
As for Zhuo Bufan, the two of them couldn't see the depth of Zhuo Bufan's cultivation with their experience and cultivation base, so they only treated him as an ordinary person.
However, this was not what Zhuo Bufan was concerned about. He had long noticed that the wooden box in the monk's hands was emitting traces of Yin Qi, and this Yin Qi was almost exactly the same as the Yin Qi left behind by the Soul Controlling Technique on Qianbin. Could it be that the two of them were also the Ghost King's men?
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