When she heard this, she shrank her neck and hid behind Ye Xiao, and said pitifully: "Grandpa, look at him bullying your grandson-in-law, hit him quickly." After saying this, her eyes widened and she gestured with her thumb at him. Neck, mouth silently shouting: You are dead.
The always loving Night Owl now looked at the other party, indicating what to do? Jiang Ze blinked slightly: Fight! no way.
Ye Xiao knew that this would be the result. He picked up the bamboo pole and hit Jiang Ze on the back. He blew his beard and said fiercely: "This girl is my Zuo's daughter-in-law. You have to be smarter."
"Yes, Grandpa." He replied lazily.
"Grandpa is mighty!" She took the bamboo pole and leaned against the wall, running over to flatter him.
The villain's triumphant look made Jiang Ze want to "love" her immediately, and he felt that this girl was not as afraid of wearing a mask as he was before. Ye Xiao liked this granddaughter-in-law who dared to love and hate very much. The two chatted happily. Of course, the main content of the chat was Zuo Yang's affairs. Jiang Ze sat next to him and kept wanting to interrupt, but the girl kept looking at her with cannibalistic eyes from time to time. Aiming at him, it seemed that if he dared to speak, he would immediately step forward and tear him apart.
When he saw Yan Si coming in out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Ze was most worried. He looked at Wuyou nervously, fearing that she would be irritated again.
However, Wuyou's performance made Jiang Ze doubt whether her memory had been restored. He saw her looking at Yan Si with admiration.
Yan Si stood there feeling uneasy. He had been struggling for a long time. The adults had not dealt with him yet. He was so confused that it was better to take the punishment than to suffer and wait.
But... before he kowtows and confesses his crime, my lord, something seems wrong in Madam's eyes.
"Are you really the King of Hell?"
"Yes Yes Yes"
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly and have some tea." Her enthusiasm also surprised Ye Xiao. Could it be that there was a neurological disorder in her brain.
He also watched her every move with deep eyes. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. Yan Sicheng sat down in fear, holding the cup nervously. When he saw the adult shaking his head, he knew that he could not mess up his position.
"How did you, King of Hell, evolve?"
"evolution?"
"Well, isn't it?" If it weren't for evolution, wouldn't there be a more efficient medicine? She was extremely excited.
"This... this is the organization's military secret and cannot be exposed." He said this unpredictably when he saw the look in the adult's eyes.
"Then how can I become as powerful as you?" She continued to ask, like an inquiring student.
"You are already very powerful." She was the only one who could withstand his roar and recover so quickly.
"Not enough..." She didn't seem happy to be praised. She needed to become stronger and stronger.
"Are you free?" Zuo Yang said to Yan Si and glared at him. This guy dared to openly steal Wuyou's admiration. It was an unforgivable crime.
That is his unique little look of admiration! snort!
Seeing the warning look from the opposite side, Yan Si, who was sitting on the stool with a crying look on his face, tremblingly raised the cup and took a sip of tea, his heart pounding.
It was simply more terrifying than being tortured, especially the look in his master's eyes, but he couldn't stop Wuyou from asking questions!
"Which...I, I, I, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I have to say goodbye first."
Yan Si's escape made Wuyou a little confused. Wasn't it a good chat? Why did you just leave? She hasn't gotten out any valuable information yet, what a pity.
As soon as she turned around, she saw Jiang Ze's sinister eyes. She couldn't help but feel shocked. She was startled by the sudden visual sense. This man was as sinister and terrifying as ever.
Sensing her strangeness, he coughed twice awkwardly and slightly adjusted his facial expression: "Drink the porridge quickly."
She did not reach for a spoon to drink porridge, but sat down and looked at the old and young people in front of her in confusion: "Are you free? Why don't you leave?" These people have stayed in her room for long enough.
The two looked at each other and smiled, yes! Wherever this girl goes, she feels like she is the king of the mountain, and this is adult territory.
"Girl, have a good rest. There are many books here. You can read them when you are bored." Ye Xiao stood up and said, stroking his beard.
"Grandpa, do you have any books about children?"
Hearing this, Ye Xiao looked confused and had no choice but to look at Jiang Ze for help, hoping that he could explain something, and he lived up to his expectations.
"Ahem...Grandpa, what she means is that there are books with pictures. She doesn't like the text version." This girl is simply a pirated copy of him. He loves reading books so much, but this guy only likes to look at pictures.
"Uh... No, the books here are all read by your husband. Girl, do you want to take them and look through them?"
She pouted and said, "No, there's no husband found in it. Don't look, I want to draw. You all can get out!"
The two of them had no choice but to retreat. They had no choice but to yell at each other.
After going out, the two people didn't stop until they reached the end of the corridor.
"Zuo, Wuyou's memory is a bit confusing. I'm afraid she will hurt you one day." Ye Xiao sat down on the stone bench and said.
"Grandpa, it doesn't matter to me. Will something happen to the girl?" His heart and eyes were full of worry, and he was not worried about the nightmare that would happen next.
"I don't know, there must be something wrong with her memory, otherwise she wouldn't be so calm when seeing Yan Si." Ye Xiao frowned and thought hard. Is there anything else I've missed?
"Zuo, be careful yourself. I'll go look at the record on that scarf."
"Okay, grandpa, thank you for your trouble." He was really worried about Wuyou now, so Ye Xiao waved his hand and left.
In the mountains of Changping, a black pickup truck stopped on a steep mountain road. Two hunters jumped out of the car with a masked man on their backs. The co-pilot also got out of the car and one person was none other than Nighthawk.
"Take it off." Upon hearing the order, the dark-skinned boy pulled off his hood and took off a lot of his hair.
"Ouch..." Commander Liao, who was originally burly, looked like a drowned dog. There was blood gushing out from his sparse forehead, which made him wince.
"Nighthawk? I am the commander of an army. What qualifications do you have to execute me!" The injustice in the young man's heart became even stronger when he saw this young man.
"I'm not qualified, but I didn't give this order." Nighthawk replied slowly and lazily, leaning against the pickup truck.
Face is no longer important at this time. He knows where this is and he doesn't want to be eaten by insects: "I request to go back to the organization for trial and sentencing."
"You can't go back."
"What's the meaning?"
"No one in the organization dares to disobey Shura's order."
"This...I can explain to Lord Shura what I can explain..." This time he was truly paralyzed and panting like a dead dog.
