Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

As he spoke, Song Qiming rolled up his sleeves and began to show off his muscles.

After embroidering on the arms, I started showing off my abdominal muscles.

The master must have an idea of ​​what a good figure is and should not be fascinated by any thin dog.

Of course, when Song Qiming showed off his abdominal muscles, he cleverly avoided the sight of outsiders and ensured that only Jiang Zhiyi saw it.

Jiang Zhiyi stared with wide eyes: So interesting?

I touched my own secretly, as if I almost did.

"Ahem, Master is relieved by your words." But as if to save face, he explained, "Disciple, it's mainly because Master has never left the mountains before and doesn't have enough experience, so I'm troubling you."

"These are what a disciple should do."

Song Qiming wished he could be annoyed to death, but he couldn't say it.

At this time, there were other people waiting for the bus on the side of the road, and they naturally heard the conversation between Jiang Zhiyi and Song Qiming.

Jiang Zhiyi's image has plummeted.

When Jiang Zhiyi didn't say anything, she was banging her head against the wall for him.

just now……

What a big liar.

He has all the strength and health, but he actually tricks others into doing hard labor to support him?

The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.

The problem is that the boy who looks a bit immature and cold is easily fooled by this trick.

Just when the passersby were about to call the police to help Song Qiming, Song Qiming spoke again: "Master, when my mother heard that you were coming, she had already prepared food for us at home.

Well, it should be just right if we take the bus back.”

Passerby: ...Don’t worry about it, people just tacitly agree to it.

After saying that, Song Qiming put one hand into his trouser pocket.

He started to blindly call his mother to ask her to prepare dinner at home so that he could entertain his master.

No one mentioned that Jiang Zhiyi planned to treat them as long-term meal tickets.

Song Qiming started dozing off as soon as he got on the bus.

He leaned on Jiang Zhiyi very smoothly.

When An Keshu received a message from his son, he immediately put on a mask and hat and went to the vegetable market without saying a word.

There are so many women who are fully armed these days, so An Keshu is not afraid of being suspected.

When Jiang Zhiyi and Song Qiming arrived home, An Keshu's meal was already ready.

When the three of them were enjoying their meal, Xia Qingzhu's scream was heard from outside the door.

The ghost's scream was the most terrifying, but fortunately only Jiang Zhiyi and the other two heard it.

Otherwise, after hearing that ghost cry, no one would be willing to live in the already dilapidated community.

"Whose baby is this? Damn, who gave birth to a child? This is so scary..."

Xia Qingzhu pointed at the baby who was floating in the air like them and screamed.

What she hated most in her life was children.

It was the neighbor's naughty kid who played with fire and set both houses on fire.

All the neighbors escaped, but she and her brother were burned to death in the house.

It just so happened that there was war.

Neither she nor her brother's bones could be found, so the two siblings could not be reincarnated.

The two stayed in this place, watching the original ruins come back to life and finally high-rise buildings were erected.

As time goes by and people come and go, their skeletons are still incomplete.

It should be said that it is impossible to find it at all.

Fortunately, they met An Keshu and his mother, and they had someone they could talk to.

"Jiang Zhiyi." The baby spoke in ghost language and put his slightly shriveled fingers into his mouth and sucked on them a few times.

Xia Qingzhu's jaw dropped. "Who are you talking about? Jiang Zhiyi?"

"Master Jiang, do you already have a child? Or a ghost baby? Master Jiang, you're amazing...

I didn’t expect Master Jiang to have such a strong taste…” Xia Qingzhu raised his voice again.

The admiration is beyond words.

Jiang Zhiyi: ...Okay, you can spread rumors with just your mouth. Go ahead and spread rumors as much as you want. Who can surpass you in spreading rumors?

Song Qiming's face was full of resentment. Master has a child?

Master, do you have a child?

Does he have a master's wife?

In an instant, the luxurious meal that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year no longer tasted good at all.

The moles at the corners of the eyes seem to reveal sadness.

"Ahem, let me explain, I found that little doll by accident, but I don't understand what he said.

After all, you deal with them all year round, so I thought of bringing him back so you can help me understand what he meant. " Seeing that Song Qiming was about to cry, Jiang Zhiyi hurriedly explained.

After saying that, he scratched his head embarrassedly:

"I, I don't have any family yet."

After hearing Jiang Zhiyi's words, Song Qiming's eyes suddenly lit up.

Well, today’s food is so good (╯▽╰) and smells so good~~ah, it’s all thanks to Master.

An Keshu thought Jiang Zhiyi was sad.

She already knew that Jiang Zhiyi had been kicked out of the house by the Jiang family.

In today's society, even if one's parents are healthy, one may not necessarily be able to marry a wife. Without parents to take care of him, it will be even more difficult for Jiang Zhiyi to find a wife.

Oh, poor child.

An Keshu felt bad:

"Zhiyi, since Ming'er has chosen you as his master, as his mother, I should strictly follow the order of seniority.

But in my eyes you are all children.

From now on you can live at home with peace of mind.

There is no need to worry about the dowry when getting married in the future, as my aunt can earn money.

If you have a child in the future, Xiao Ming and I will help you take care of the child.

Xiao Ming has been a filial child since he was young, and he will be filial to his master and mistress in the future.

We are all family.”

As he spoke, An Keshu touched Song Qiming's arm.

Let him show his loyalty to his master.

She really felt sorry for Jiang Zhiyi.

His father doesn't love him, and his mother doesn't care about him. He is even more miserable than Ming'er in their family.

Although Ming'er has been without a father since childhood, there is no doubt that she and his father love him very much.

Song Qiming's good mood that had just risen disappeared in an instant.

Disappeared completely.

He didn't want to take care of his master's children.

I don’t want to serve my master’s wife even more.

There is an inextricable sorrow lingering all over my body.

He lowered his head.

His eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyi's calves and feet.

Because she was sitting, Jiang Zhiyi's trouser legs were pulled up a little, revealing her white ankles.

The ankles are unusually bony, and each bone looks just right.

Temptation is everywhere.

It was so white that it hurt his eyes.

Is it possible that no one would covet such an outstanding master?

Song Qiming asked himself in his heart.

Then he shook his head.

how is this possible.

There are many girls who would be willing to become the mistress of such a master.

When he thought about the fact that there would be a strange woman by Jiang Zhiyi's side to accompany and take care of him in the future, Song Qiming felt cold all over for the first time in his life.

The coldness came from deep within his soul, freezing his hands and feet stiff.

In a trance, he spoke:

"Master, I will take good care of Master's wife."

Only he and Jiang Zhiyi could feel the coldness clearly.

An Keshu was very pleased to see that his son was so sensible.

"Thank you, Auntie. I will treat this place as my own home, but now I just want to train Xiao Ming well so that he can learn the essence of ancient martial arts as soon as possible and carry forward the ancient martial arts tradition.

As for lifelong events, it depends on fate. I don’t want to think about that now.

Now I just want to teach Xiao Ming how to practice martial arts every day, so that he can become a successful person as soon as possible."

Jiang Zhiyi rubbed the top of Song Qiming's head lovingly.

He knew Song Qiming's thoughts best.

Don't be fooled by the boy's well-behaved appearance now. He knows that when he lowers his head, he must be thinking about a lot of mess.