The slag master and slag manager take off

"Wait a minute, Xiao Jiuer."

Master Su Qi interrupted Su Xiaojiu and said, "Tinghui, notify the head of the family to come over immediately."

"Yes, Uncle Seven."

Su Tinghui turned around and came out of the ninth floor to look for Su Xiaojiu's father.

"Grandpa Qi, Jiu'er suddenly feels a little scared."

Su Xiaojiu grabbed Grandpa Su's arm pitifully, feeling a little depressed.

Aren't you just here to find a treasure and make some money? Why did you bring up a system?

Master Su Qi also noticed his granddaughter's uneasiness, and immediately put on a smile, gently stroking her little head and comforting her:

"Don't be afraid, grandpa's baby, little Jiu'er. Grandpa Qi and your father are here, as well as the entire Su family. Even if the sky falls, we will hold it up for you, little Jiu'er."

"Well, Jiu'er listens to Grandpa Qi."

Su Xiaojiu hugged the old man and felt inexplicably calm.

What was there for me to be afraid of? I had so many family members who loved me. Even if it was true as written in those books, that there would be disasters when there was a system, I would still have family members to face it with me, right?

She took a deep breath, relaxed herself, and said to the old man with a smile:

"By the way, Grandpa Qi, Qing Ling can also tell which things in our house have special effects."

"Oh!"

Mr. Su was delighted when he heard this. This function is very practical.

"Look at these. This bracelet can resist ten external attacks. This one, this one."

Su Xiaojiu put down the bracelet, ran to get the jade pendant and said happily:

"Grandpa Qi, look at this jade pendant. It has 50 square meters of storage space."

"Storage space? This is good. It can be very useful at critical moments."

Master Su Qi took the jade pendant, took a look at it, his eyes flashed, and he handed it over directly.

"Xiao Jiu'er, recognize your master! This thing is a very practical treasure, you keep it."

Su Xiaojiu looked at her seventh grandfather and the jade pendant he handed to her without hesitation.

Looking at the old man's firm and expectant eyes, she suddenly hugged him and cried.

She really did nothing wrong, and the people around her were really worthy of all the secrets that Su Xiaojiu had to share.

"Oh my little ancestor, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Just at this moment, Su Tinghui and Su Tingze, the head of the Su family, walked in from outside the door.

Seeing Su Xiaojiu hugging Su Qiye and crying, my heart skipped a beat. Could there be something wrong with the system?

Su Tingze had just heard Su Tinghui's general idea on the way. As soon as he entered the ninth floor, he closed the door of the secret room and ran to his daughter nervously and asked:

"What happened to Jiu'er? Who bullied my daughter? Daddy will break his legs!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as Su Tingze finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by his seventh uncle. He covered his forehead and cried out in grievance:

"Uncle Qi, why did you hit me for no reason?"

Su Tinghui hid aside, covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

This cousin of his is good at everything. He manages the Su family in an orderly manner and is always the one who has the final say outside. However, he is really afraid of his seventh uncle.

Since he was a child, Su Tinghui has always felt sorry for his cousin.

The head of the Su family, who is high and mighty in the eyes of outsiders, has been forced into bed with women by Su Qiye using various means since he was in his teens or less than 20 years old, just to continue the family lineage of the head of the Su family.

Over the past thirty years, he had witnessed Su Tingze sleeping with women in various states of confusion, marrying wives, taking concubines, and having children.

Only after giving birth to ten children can one escape from the sea of ​​suffering and no longer be passively responsible for the task of childbearing.

Whenever he thought of this, he would laugh three times in his heart to satisfy his desire.

"Why should I hit you? I just made Xiao Jiuer cry, you can break my legs just for fun!"

Master Su Qi blew his beard and glared, then gave Su Tingze another slap. He hugged Su Xiaojiu with a dark face and patted her back lovingly to comfort her.

"Be good, grandpa's little Jiu'er, don't cry, don't cry. All the good things in the Su family belong to my little baby. No one can snatch them from grandpa's little baby. Whoever dares to do so will have his legs broken."

Master Su Qi was an old and experienced man, so how could he not know why his precious granddaughter was crying? He just smiled and coaxed her so that she wouldn't have any psychological burden.

"Pfft!"

Su Xiaojiu had stopped crying when her father was beaten just now. She was holding back her laughter as she looked at her extremely aggrieved father. But when she heard the words "his leg was broken", she couldn't hold back any more.

The phrase that his seventh grandfather often said was learned by everyone in the Su family. No matter how old or young, they would casually say "break your legs", making it the same as the Su family's ancestral motto.

She wiped away her tears with a smile, and hugged Grandpa Qi's arm affectionately and acted coquettishly:

"Grandpa Qi, keep your word. Jiu'er will ask Qingling to pick out all the treasures and take them one by one."

"Hahaha..."

Master Su Qi looked at his adorable and innocent granddaughter and laughed happily, stroking his beard.

"Okay, as long as my little Jiuer likes it, take it all."

Facing Master Su Qi's unbridled generosity and pampering, Su Tingze curled his lips and muttered:

"A pair of loser grandfather and grandson!"

"Snapped!"

Not surprisingly, the head of the Su family had no memory and was slapped by the old man again.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business."

When Su Tinghui saw his cousin being beaten again, he hurried out to save the situation to prevent him from being beaten again.