What the hell?!

Is there something wrong with his ears or something?

What did he hear?

What did his sister say?

How did Master Changyu die?

Because she got drunk and touched the male lead's butt?

Xiao Moqing's face was filled with shock.

He is indeed an immortal. Although he is a cannon fodder like them, his way of death is so different.

Although Zhudeng is also a cultivator, he is naturally no match for his master, Changyu Zhenren.

What's more, the ban on the great tyrant was personally issued by his master, Master Chang Yu Zhenren.

In order to suppress the prohibitions on the man, Zhudeng had just used up a lot of mana. After exchanging a few words with the two people present, he left.

It is still unknown how long it will take for the master to come to the rescue. Before the master lifts the ban on his brother, the task of suppressing the ban on his brother is left to him.

After the candlelight went out, the two people in the room were silent for a long time. Finally, Xiao Moqing slowly said, "Sister, do you have any ideas? Should we wait here or take the initiative?"

[If you just wait, your dad will be half dead; if you take the initiative, your dad will lift the ban and you will be full of energy.]

"Second brother, of course we'll take the initiative. Since Master Changyu is in seclusion and unwilling to come out, we'll make him come out!"

After Wanwan finished speaking, she leaned over and whispered a few words into her second brother's ear.

After Xiao Moqing heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea.

Late at night, Master Changyu, who had just woken up, got out of bed, rubbed his neck and cleared his muscles. When he walked to the outer room, he accidentally saw the fish meat placed in the cat bowl in front of the window not far away, which had not been touched, and he couldn't help but stop.

Looking towards the couch beside him, the cat that should have been sleeping soundly on the couch was nowhere to be seen.

Changyu walked to the couch, reached out his hand to touch the cushion, and felt something cold.

He frowned.

The next second, Changyu rang the bell, and the little boy who was guarding the side hall heard the sound and hurried over.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Changyu: "Have you seen Jiujiu?"

Jiujiu, the cat raised by Master Changyu.

The little boy looked at the man in front of him and shook his head. "To answer Master, I didn't see that Jiujiu hasn't come back yet?"

"Um."

"Could it be that Jiujiu was playing outside?" asked the little boy.

Changyu's eyes fell on the untouched fish on the windowsill. Normally, Jiujiu would have returned at this time to eat and sleep.

Everyone in Xianyun Temple knew that Master Changyu had a cat named Jiujiu, whom he doted on extremely much, just like his own daughter.

The little boy said: "How about I ask a few people to go look for it now?"

"Okay, take a few disciples with you and go look for it in the woods where Jiujiu often goes." After Changyu finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, if anyone asks, don't say I asked you to look for it, just say you found it yourself."

He is in seclusion now. If he sends someone to look for the cat, how can it be called seclusion?

Little boy: "Yes."

The little boy and several disciples searched a long circle, but they didn't even see the shadow of a cat.

The next morning, Changyu got up and looked at the fish meat on the windowsill that had not been touched. His brows frowned even deeper.

He took a deep breath and told himself not to panic, maybe it was just because he was drunk and had too much fun.

But unexpectedly, as the day passed, from bright day to pitch black, Changyu sat on the chair, supporting his chin and staring at the wide-open window, expecting a cat's head to run in from the window.

After eating the cat food on the windowsill, she jumped into his arms and acted coquettishly for a while, then returned to her own nest to sleep.

But Changyu waited and waited, not only did he not see any trace of the cat, but his body had already been chilled by the cold wind.

A cold wind blew in from the window, and Changyu felt the chill on his face. Only then did he suddenly wake up.

No matter how naughty Jiujiu was, he never stayed out all night, let alone the entire day.

The next second, Changyu suddenly stood up from his chair and said angrily, "Who kidnapped my Jiujiu? How dare you!"

"Ah Qiu, ah Qiu, ah Qiu—"

"A-choo, choo, choo--"

At the same time, on the other side, an adult and a child sneezed almost at the same time.