Pei Rongrong said: “I want to go home and see my father.”
Zuo Si: “The mission of the God Lord will not be carried out?”
After saying that, he saw the little disciple’s face become serious, Zuo Si chuckled, and the position of the master and his master in the disciple’s heart was judged.
“It’s a pity that Ye Lai Tingxue returned it.”
Otherwise, in terms of appearance and popularity, Ye Lai Ting Xue is still more effective.
Zuo Si found suitable props in his wishful bag. Fortunately, he went back to Yunmo Continent to take up the position of resident spiritual master, and re-enriched his heritage by seeking personal gain in the Yunmo Continent’s resident spiritual master’s station. Otherwise, he would have been defeated by Mi Ba. After a month-long sweep, he was really in a state of poverty.
Pei Rongrong thought of something and said, “Actually, it doesn’t need to be pompous.”
“Huh?” Zuo Si said.
Pei Rongrong: “Not long ago, the Wen family and the spiritual masters caused chaos in Beiyuan City and caused a disaster. Those children who turned into monsters just now were the product of the disaster. Then Si Yefu stopped the chaos, protected the people, treated the children who turned into monsters, and restored the disaster. The people in Beiyuan City are now convinced of Si Yefu by providing relief medicine and gold and silver to the people after the disaster.”
“Wen Jia, that sounds familiar.” Zuo Si touched his chin.
Pei Rongrong said: “He is the one who tricked you, Master! And when you came back, you told Rongrong that you wanted your disciples to come back to take revenge on you as one of the test questions.”
“It turns out it’s them.” Zuo Si looked at the speechless expression of the three-year-old little girl with a smile, as if he felt the fun of the little goddess teasing the little god’s son.
Pei Rongrong had not yet discovered someone’s bad intentions of being disrespectful as a teacher, so she continued: “I heard that the Wen family was destroyed because of this, and the rebellious spiritual master has been arrested by Si Yefu.”
Then a familiar nursery rhyme sang from Pei Rongrong’s mouth.
The ethereal children’s voice penetrated into the ears.
Zuo Si’s spirit jumped.
Something is connecting in my mind.
Wen family, spiritual master, rebellion, disaster, spider boy, genocide…
“master?”
The singing stopped and Pei Rongrong called him.
Zuo Si, who was stunned, came to his senses and stepped forward to grab Pei Rongrong’s shoulders, “What’s going on with this nursery rhyme?”
Pei Rongrong: “I heard Qiao Huai and the others singing, talking about the whole story of this spider disaster.”
“Always…” Zuo Si murmured and said to Pei Rongrong: “Sing it again for my teacher to listen to.”
Pei Rongrong sang obediently.