After the calligraphy competition, the four eyes were successfully beaten by Ye Chen until they shut down.
Correspondingly, Ye Chen had gained a little fan.
"Junior brother Ye Chen, do you want to eat fish? I'll go to the pond and catch one for you!"
"Thank you, senior brother. There's no need to trouble yourself.”
"It's a small matter! Do you want to eat goose? There was a goose in the yard that had a heatstroke today, and it just so happened to have grown to a damn age!”
"Thank you, senior brother. There's no need to waste so much.”
"Good! Then I'll kill a chicken and make some chicken soup for you!”
"…Senior Brother, just eat something.”
"Got it!"
……
After dealing with Jia Fanboy Le, Ye Chen smiled helplessly.
Uncle-Master!
Otherwise, none of the chickens, ducks, pigs, and geese in your dojo would have been able to escape!
They all had to die!
Time passed.
The sun set in the west, and the afterglow of the sun shone on the beautiful horizon.
"Master! Junior Brother! It's time to eat!"
Jia Le finished cooking and ran into the house excitedly.
When Four-Eye sat down at the dining table, his face turned green!
Sweet and sour carp!
Stewed whole goose!
Big plate chicken!
Chicken Soup!
There were only four dishes, and they were all meat!
What the f * ck... was this the New Year?
He looked at Jia Le and said coldly,""How did Master let you down? Can you just say it?”
Jia Le shrunk his head and chuckled."Isn't this Junior Brother who came from afar to nourish his body?”
"Prodigal!" Four Eyes glared at him, picked up a piece of chicken, and fed it to his mouth. Don't tell me, it smells quite good!"
Ye Chen sat down and looked at the sumptuous food, deep in thought.
Did I not express myself clearly, or did Senior Brother not understand?
Didn't I save all these chickens and ducks for Martial Uncle?!
With doubts, Ye Chen finished his meal.
At this moment, the sky was already dark.
A strong wind suddenly blew.
The sky had been clear for an entire day, and dark thunderclouds gathered, causing the world to feel a little oppressive.
rumble ~
Lightning flashed in the clouds, and the air shook with a boom. The earth seemed to be shaking.
Four Eyes looked at the scene of the impending storm and frowned. A rare look of worry appeared in his eyes."I hope that Junior Brother will have a safe journey and that nothing will go wrong…"
If nothing happened to Martial Uncle Qian He, he would have let down the flag you set for him…
Ye Chen's eyes twitched. Seeing that the storm was coming, he walked back into the house...
……
North of the Four-Eyed Training Ground.
In the dark forest.
Qian He and the others had just arrived at the forest.
Suddenly.
A loud clap of thunder sounded.
A strong wind suddenly blew.
A downpour came.
The rain was heavy.
The raindrops were the size of soybeans. Under the strong wind, the leaves of the trees withered. When they fell on people, they were like stones, bringing pain.
The soldiers were in a mess like headless flies, cursing incessantly.
"Set up camp! Set up camp! Why aren't you slaves setting up camp?!”
"The little prince must be tired after sitting in the sedan chair for an entire day!”
"If you get drenched by the wind and rain, you servants will lose your heads!”
Beside the sedan chair, Steward Wu pinched his fingers and shouted sternly, ordering the soldiers to set up camp.
Soldiers obey orders.
However, under the torrential rain, the ground was muddy and slippery, blocking their vision. Coupled with the influence of the strong wind, it was extremely difficult to set up camp. From time to time, someone would use too much strength and fall into the mud.
Qian He and his disciples were also drenched. The five of them looked at the golden coffin with terrible expressions.
The golden coffin was bound by an ink net to suppress the corpse aura.
However, the rain was so heavy that even the canopy could not completely block it.
Moreover, in order to let the zombies bask in the sun and wear down the corpse aura, the cover on the coffin had long been removed.
Now, the coffin was completely exposed to the rain.
A disciple strode to the coffin and placed his hand under it.
The rainwater flowing down from the coffin was black!
"The night belongs to yin, and the ink web will be washed away…"
He gasped and looked worried." Master, I'm afraid that the coffin alone can't suppress the zombies!”
Beside the sedan chair.
Steward Wu said to the little prince in a flattering manner,""Seventy-first brother, please wait a moment, let this servant help you set up the tent!”
The little prince was dressed in luxurious and graceful clothes. He did not get wet at all. Compared to the people under the sedan chair who were covered in mud and drenched, it was as if they were from two different worlds.
He looked up at the roof and frowned.""Urge them to hurry up. The sound of the rain is annoying me…"
"This servant understands!" Steward Wu smiled obsequiously, turned his head and frowned, cursing at the soldiers.
When he saw Qian He and his disciples, his eyebrows shot up and he scolded,""The Han are the Han, they are worse than slaves! Why are you guys standing there like idiots? Hurry up and set up camp with those servants!!”
"How many of your heads will be chopped off if you affect the little prince's mood?!”
nmlgb！
The Qing Dynasty had fallen, yet he was still so unreasonable?
Qian He and his disciple immediately frowned. The hot-tempered disciple, Dong, even rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go up and argue.
They were clearly discussing how to strengthen the suppression, but in the eyes of these whip men, they were just standing there foolishly?
"East!" Qian He frowned and called out to his disciple,""The four of you, go help set up the tent. Hurry up and set up the tent to send the coffin in. Then, you can dye the ink net again!”
"If this beast comes out, no one will be able to subdue it. At that time, everyone within hundreds of miles will suffer. We master and disciple can't be sinners!”
The four of them took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in their hearts as they helped to set up camp.
The four people who knew the consequences of the zombie coming out of the coffin tried their best to help set up the tent.
The four of them fell a few times and were covered in mud. Dong and Bei's hands were even scratched by the hemp rope.
It was a burning pain.
Very quickly.
The first tent was set up.
Qian He heaved a sigh of relief. The five of them had just pushed the coffin to the front of the tent when they were stopped by Steward Wu.
" What are you doing?!"
Steward Wu shrieked," You dare to snatch Little Brother's tent? Are you trying to rebel?!”
Qian He explained," The ink net on the coffin is almost washed clean. Let the coffin in first. Otherwise, something bad will happen."”
Steward Wu frowned.
The King of Death was also his master.
This damned Han God Trickster was using his master to pressure him, and he couldn't stop him…
He gave the little prince a questioning look.
The little prince was still graceful and noble, high and mighty.
There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold, as if the people in front of him were just a few insignificant beggars."Take Uncle Wang to the second tent!”
"This elder brother is annoyed by the sound of the rain, let this elder brother go in first.”
Qian He wanted to say something more, but the little prince's smile disappeared. He frowned and shouted coldly,""Get lost!"
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