Chapter: 125

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Zhi: "Who?"

Xun Zhiyin: "My lord, it's me!"

Ying Wuji: "Let him go!"

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

Bai Zhi whispered: "Young master! Maybe this dog can help now, why don't you let him come in and talk about it?"

Ying Wuji's tone was disgusted: "He can help me a bit. I have a headache. Go back and press it for me."


Then, there was no sound in the yard.

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

He was a little annoyed, but there was nothing he could do about it. These days, Ying Wuji had always written his disgust on his face, and it was purely uncomfortable for him to force himself over like this. I didn't expect Ying Wuji to be so stubborn, even to this point, and he didn't want to ask himself.

After thinking about it, he winked at the servant who was guarding the door, and the servant hurriedly opened the courtyard door.

Xun Zhiyin walked towards the gazebo, where the two should have been sitting just now.

Before he got close, he could smell the stench of alcohol. It seemed that Ying Wuji had vomited here.

The top of the stone platform was in a mess, the inkstone was overturned, ink stains were everywhere, and there were a lot of torn papers on the top and bottom of the stone platform, which was enough to show how angry Ying Wuji was just now.

What... what was he writing just now? Why did you tear it up again?

Xun Zhiyin quickly picked up the scraps of paper. The anxiety and curiosity in his heart drove him to put the paper together. Although there were a lot of ink stains, he could basically see what was written.

He looked carefully and subconsciously thought out loud.

"Refinement Realm, third floor!"

"The boy was expressionless, with a hint of self-mockery on the corner of his lips, and the clenched palm, because of the force, caused the slightly sharp nails to penetrate deeply into the palm, causing waves of heart-piercing pain?"

He froze for a moment, could this be the story written by Ying Wuji?

It's really nondescript, and the protagonist of the story is just a waste at the third level of refinement, who would read the story of a waste? How can this beat "Mountain and Sea Tales"?

Continue to look down.

The expression on Xun Zhiyin's face gradually became excited.


After reading the last page, he stood up abruptly.

Returning to his residence, he took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote vigorously. Finally, he took out a token from the drawer and called the servant: "Be sure to give this to the young master!"

The servant took a closer look and saw a line written on the paper: Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, son!

An hour later.

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