After seeing Lin Tiewei and the little boy off, Ling Yun smiled slightly, then took the little ones by the hand and headed back to the Buddha Fate Pavilion.
The backs of the group lingered deeply in the sight of the crowd, until a little later, someone finally came to their senses and said that wasn't that the King of Hell!
Buddha Fate Pavilion!
Ling Yun stroked the little one's head and said to her and Beibei, "You two tend the shop well here, I am going to see a patient!"
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."
"Rest assured, oh, I'll sell whatever can be sold," Beibei said in her milky voice.
Monk Xiuluo's mouth twitched.
Master Xuan Kong was left between laughter and tears, then led Ling Yun into the back room.
Not long after, someone quietly entered the shop!
This person was none other than the escaped blind President Yang, with his cultivation sealed?
That didn't exist!
I've finally scented the aura of the two of you. Hahaha, I'll kill you, this old man is going to kill you, President Yang muttered to himself.
Oh!
Someone was here!
Beibei's round eyes rolled. She pretended not to know and asked in her milky voice, "Hello, are you buying something?"
President Yang was confident he had not been recognized because he had smeared his face black.
"What do you have for sale here?" President Yang asked!
The little one's brows furrowed slightly. Why was this person so dark? And he was blind.
"Sister... is he that Justice Bao, that Bao the Black Charcoal that Daddy talked about?"
"Probably not." Beibei shook her head. This person was the bad old man from earlier; she recognized him, and that aura could not be wrong.
"Ahem..." President Yang's brow furrowed. He was debating whether to strike right