She glanced at her phone and saw that it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.
After getting off the car, she found that the surrounding environment was a bit strange, as if it was not the same house she had been to last time.
The last time she helped Jiang Wuchen's father treat his illness, their house was in the village, surrounded by private houses.
The house in front of her now seemed to be in a villa area in the city, surrounded by small bungalows of uniform height.
Jiang Wuchen saw Sang Luo looking around, so he explained to her: "Master, this is a new house I bought. Now I am in charge of the company. I thought the city would be closer to the company, so I bought a house." set."
Wuyou poked his little head out from Sang Luo's left hand, stared at Jiang Wuchen with his big round eyes, and asked softly: "Master said last time that your father was sick and bedridden, is uncle feeling better now? Master still You said your mother wanted to kill your father, so she went to jail. Is she now sentenced to death?"
As soon as he mentioned things about his parents, the look in Jiang Wuchen's eyes immediately dimmed, as if they were covered with a gray veil and lost their brightness in an instant.
Sang Luo immediately comforted her: "Your senior sister is outspoken despite her age. Although her words may not sound very nice, they are actually all out of concern for you. After you left, she often missed you."
Only then did Wuyou realize that she had said the wrong thing, and she covered her mouth with her little hand.
Jiang Wuchen smiled calmly, "It's okay! I know senior sister cares about me."
He took the suitcase from Sang Luo's hand and led Sang Luo toward the house while saying, "My mother was not sentenced to death. Firstly, because my father was indeed cured, and secondly, she was pregnant, so she also got the death penalty." There are some opportunities for sentence reduction. It is estimated... that it will come out in one or two years at most."
"My father's illness has improved a lot. Thanks to Zhang Tianshi's use of Zhu Youshu to cure him, I also said that I would personally visit him when I am not busy."
After hearing this, Sang Luo's eyes immediately became alert, "You said to that Zhang Tianshi that it would be better to have less contact in the future. He is not a righteous practitioner. He has the power of the underworld behind him."
"Ah?" Jiang Wuchen's pupils dilated slightly. He couldn't believe what he heard, but he knew that his master would definitely not lie to him, so he didn't ask too many questions.
The house Jiang Wuchen lives in is a three-story small bungalow with a swimming pool. Its appearance looks like a house where ancient European nobles lived.
There are various kinds of flowers planted on the balconies on the second and third floors of the house. Hanging from the balconies, when the wind blows, the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.
As soon as the door opened, the room was bright.
There was a pile of very messy dishes on the dining table behind the leather sofa, and there were many unfinished meals in the dishes.
This is not a strange thing. What is strange is that there are two candles standing on the table in front of the dishes.
And they are not the candles that stand high on the candlesticks when having a Western-style candlelight dinner. These two candles are inserted blankly on both sides of the dishes, one on the left and one on the right.
It looks just like the sacrificial candles placed in front of the grave.
Somewhat weird.
Sang Luo pointed to the messy dining table and asked with some confusion: "What are you..."
Jiang Wuchen looked in the direction of Sang Luo's finger, smiled sheepishly, and hurried to the dining table to clean up the pile of dishes.
While collecting it, he said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Master! This should be the leftover food of my girlfriend. She has been sick in the past few days and has been lying in the house without going out. She definitely doesn't want to move even if she is sick, so She didn’t clean up after eating, so don’t laugh at her!”
After Wuyou heard this, his eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose several degrees, "What? Girlfriend! Junior brother, you actually have a girlfriend!"
After saying that, Wuyou turned around again, tugged on Sang Luo's sleeves, and asked, "Master, do you have any requirements for being your disciple? For example, you can't fall in love or anything like that?"
Jiang Wuchen's face turned a little embarrassed for a moment, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Is there such a rule? There shouldn't be... right?"
He looked at Sang Luo tentatively, and Sang Luo was also asked for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
She thought for a while, and then answered with some confidence: "We should be able to talk about it, right?"
Mainly because she herself had forgotten, could the Cangyun Sect she founded be able to fall in love?
(End of chapter)
