"Hey, this rocking chair..."
Before Fat Old Man could speak, he seemed to notice something. He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the armrest of the rocking chair. "Demon King skeleton, apply Tranquility Flower's juice..."
"It can soothe the nerves and exercise the spirit..."
"What a good thing."
As he spoke, he looked at the ordinary little table beside him.
"Heavenly Passage Wood."
"The teacup is made of jade stone..."
This seemed to be a very ordinary, even shabby room, but it surprised one Ninth Awakening.
"Well..."
"You Black Market should have a Ninth Awakening."
"Is he there?"
Yu Sanshui pondered for a few seconds, regained his composure, sat on the rocking chair again, looked at Fat Old Man and asked.
"Senior, how can we Black Market have any Ninth Awakening? You are joking."
"It's just a group of ordinary citizens who abide by the law and comply with the law, doing some Xiao Xiao business."
Fat Old Man was neither humble nor arrogant. He just stood in front of Yu Sanshui and responded softly.
"Huh..."
Yu Sanshui chuckled lightly and said noncommittally, "She shouldn't be here, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to hide it from me."
He was thoughtful, then slowly stood up and looked at Fat Old Man, with a sinister smile on his lips, "Since he is not here, then..."
"Robbery!"
"Pack up everything in the room!"
"If you think you can beat me, then try it!"
Just like bandits.
Originally we were here to talk about something, but as we chatted, it turned into another result.
I have to say that, to a certain extent, Yu Sanshui and Yu Sheng are similar in approach and approach.
"Senior was joking."
"If you like it, what if I give this manor to you?"
"It's just something external to me."
Fat Old Man was still neither happy nor sad, but what he said made Yu Sanshui a little embarrassed.
What an extraneous thing!
Does it mean I am very poor?
People are already chatting like this, and if you try to rob someone, it will appear that you are not deep-minded, that you are not robbing someone, and that you are still jealous.
For a moment, Yu Sanshui was held here instead.
"Hmm."
"Since you gave it sincerely, I won't take it back. Instead, I'll slap you Black Market in the face."
"Thank you."
Yu Sanshui made this difficult decision after half a second of mental struggle.
He first moved out a large box made by Starwood from the corner of the room, then stuffed items in the room into the box, and finally held the box in one hand and the rocking chair in the other.
"It's better for you Black Market to do things happily."
"Well..."
"You investigated me before, so I will let it go."
"As expected, it must have been arranged by my good son. That little guy doesn't respect me as a father at all."
"But next time if I find one of your people..."
"This is not the ending."
"If you have time, please help me tell a little guy named Ink Academy... um...Zhao Zicheng."
"Just talking about the grudge from back then, I still remember it. He'd better go to the detention center and live in it for a month, otherwise I will send him there myself."
I don't know why, Yu Sanshui didn't think of leaving a message to Yu Sheng, but was thinking about Zhao Zicheng instead.
Perhaps the month he spent living in a single room in the detention center had become a pain in his heart.
"Next, there's that little guy."
"He actually said that I was hired by him."
"I'm such a good and good son, when will I become his biological brother?"
"Yu... Yu..."
"Haha..."
At this time, he was like a hidden protagonist who finally stood up to resist under oppression one day and took revenge on everyone recorded in the notebook one by one.
That 'broad' mind...
"Gone!"
"Oh, by the way, there is a difficult guy who has been chasing me. If nothing else happens, he will be here in ten minutes."
"Better be careful, there aren't many people as kind as me."
Walking to the door, Yu Sanshui seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around, smiled and gave instructions, and then walked away completely, disappearing from Fat Old Man's sight in a few steps.
"Such a strong desire for revenge..."
"If I hadn't taken the initiative to donate these belongings, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have told me that he was being hunted."
"What I will face then will be Ninth Awakening..."
Fat Old Man stood at the door, squinting his eyes slightly and muttering to himself, with a cold light in his eyes.
"Here..."
"There is no longer any need to exist."
"That mountain..."
Fat Old Man looked out the window at the artificial low mountain covered with Demon Plant, as if thinking about something, "Give it to the Ink Pavilion as a favor."
"Black Market seems to be too ostentatious lately."
He shook his head slightly and walked out of the room slowly.
As he left, the shop collapsed and became a ruin.
In the lake, a ferocious Giant Beast exposed its head and looked this way.
"You stay."
"Don't worry, even Ninth Awakening will not attack you easily."
"After all, this is Ink City."
As Fat Old Man's words fell, Giant Beast once again indulged in the bottom of the Artificial Lake lake and disappeared.
But Fat Old Man just put his hands behind his back and gradually walked away.
About five minutes after he left, the guy wearing Black Robe appeared silently in the ruins.
He stayed where he was, as if he was sensing something. After a moment, he turned his head, glanced at the lake next to him, and disappeared again.
After he left, a head carefully emerged from the lake again, looking into the distance with some fear, as if it was being watched by some terrifying existence just now.
The movement here also attracted the patrolling Guard Bureau personnel. When they broke into the manor and saw the low hill full of Demon Plant, they were stunned for a moment.
"Black Market, gift."
In mid-air, a page of paper slowly fell in front of them, and the words on it were extremely eye-catching.