You might not have done anything to do to your master, right?"

Wencai also widened his eyes and stared at Nanchen:

"Junior brother, if you do something to be sorry for your master, this won't work!"

Nanchen shook his head and continued to speak:

"Two senior brothers, don't worry.

Listen to me.

I won't be sorry for the master.

I just want the two senior brothers to help.

Save a female ghost from the sea of ​​fire…”

As he said that, Nan Chen told Xiaoyu everything about it.

And Nan Chen had agreed to help Xiaoyu escape from marriage and take away the ashes, and he also made it clear.

Qiu Shengwen was stunned after listening to it.

Nanchen also prepared to answer various questions from Qiu Sheng Wencai.

But who knew Qiu Sheng breathed out loud and said:

"Junior brother, I think it's a matter.

This little thing is affectionate and righteous.

So what goes against the teacher’s order?

I Qiu Sheng helped..."

As soon as Qiu Sheng finished speaking, Wencai nodded and said:

"That's right, Miss Xiaoyu is a ghost.

But Qinghe Village, churches and others have helped us.

Moreover, she was injured while in the church.

We can't be ruthless and help.

As for the master, you don’t say it, I don’t say it.

Isn't it enough?"

But who knows that Wencai just finished speaking.

A cold snor suddenly came from the gate of the Yizhuang Village:

"If you don't say it, I won't tell you, will you really not know if you are a teacher?"

Before he finished speaking, the gate of the charity village was closed.

It was pushed away with a "clang".

The next moment, I saw a man wearing a blue shirt, with a long sword on his back, and a firm expression.

The middle-aged Taoist priest with one-liner eyebrows walked in.

The three of them looked at each other.

This look showed a look of astonishment.

He shouted subconsciously:

"master……"

"Master, why are you back?"

That’s right, the person who came was Uncle Jiu who had been away from the Yizhuang for a month.

Uncle Jiu frowned and walked into the charity village.

Scan the three of them, walked slowly, and snorted coldly:

“How many times have you told me about it?

Humans and ghosts have different paths, and humans and ghosts have different paths.

People say that there are ghosts, and ghosts have their own way.

If your teacher doesn’t come, would you break the sky?
Chapter completed!