Chapter 126 Sincere Invitation

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But it was precisely because of this that Gong Jiu kept staring at Bu Zao.

The old man had just met Bu Zao yesterday, and he didn't say a word when he met him today.

Bu Zao walked briskly, and when he approached, Gong Jiu asked him: "Did the old man say anything to you?"

"Nothing." Bu Zao said, "Mr. Jiu, have you eaten?"

"No." Gong Jiu replied.

Bu Zao invited him to have dinner together, and Gong Jiu nodded in acceptance without knowing what he was thinking.

"..." Bu Zao

walked silently in front to lead the way. Well, an accident happened. The food he cooked was not much, not to mention that there was a beef soup there, so he went to eat it without permission... After

the meal was served, the beef soup found out that it was not Bu Zao's cooking, and asked all the way to the kitchen, and ate at the small dining table by himself, and Yue Yang was also pulled over by her.

But Yue Yang insisted on his own principles. He was eating boiled eggs with a stern face.

The arrival of Gong Jiu and Bu Zao surprised both of them. Although Bu Zao was a chef hired by Gong Jiu himself, Gong Jiu's attitude towards Bu Zao was not much different from that towards others, whether on the way here or after landing on the island.

"Brother Jiu, come and have dinner!" Beef Soup greeted loudly, "There is just one portion left."

Yue Yang and Gong Jiu both looked at Bu Zao. The young man didn't care and smiled appropriately, saying, "I'm so happy that someone likes my cooking. Master Jiu, enjoy. I'm going to the main kitchen to taste the cooking of other chefs."

After saying that, Bu Zao slipped away without waiting for anyone to speak.

Beef Soup looked at his back.

Bullying Bu Zao was intentional, but Bu Zao's reaction made her feel very boring.

After landing on the island, Bu Zao's behavior was obviously much more restrained, not as lively as it was in the courtyard.

Gong Jiu sat down at the table, Yue Yang silently placed the dishes in front of him, and then stepped aside.

"Brother Jiu, does the old man have any instructions?"

asked Beef Soup.

Gong Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the food made by Bu Zao, and said lightly: "I didn't see him."

Beef Soup blinked and didn't ask any more questions.

This is a common occurrence on the island. The old man is the most talkative person on the island, but also the most difficult to figure out. No one knows what he is thinking.

Yue Yang looked at the sky outside the house. The sun was shining, and the weather today was indeed very good.

Gong Jiu suddenly looked at Yue Yang and asked, "Did Bu Zao go out last night?"

Yue Yang was stunned for a moment and replied, "No."

Niu Niu Tang said, "It was dark when I went to their yard last night. He should not have gone out."

The island was very dark at night. Bu Zao's martial arts skills were mediocre and he was not familiar with the island. He rarely went out during the day, let alone at night.

Gong Jiu fell into deep thought and remained silent.

Niu Niu Tang and Yue Yang were suddenly startled at this time, and realized it later.

Since Bu Zao did not go out last night, the old man started to disappear today. How did he get the old man's order to open the stove

? Either in a dream, or Bu Zao had a conversation with the old man when they didn't know.

Red wine smiled. The tone was slow, it seems that our chef. There are many secrets. "

Beef Soup and Yue Yang's first reaction was to refute. After all, they had seen Bu Zao's performance all along the way, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

Thinking of this, a look of disapproval appeared between their eyebrows, which was clearly seen by Gong Jiu.

Gong Jiu raised the corners of his lips.

Yue Yang paused, and suddenly remembered Bu Zao's slightly discordant words in the morning.

In fact, those words were not strange. When people are in a good mood, they always see everything as good.

Yue Yang lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Niu Rou Tang spoke hesitantly, "What secrets can he have, Jiu Ge? You know he is nothing compared to those people in the martial arts world. He is simply an ordinary person..."

Her voice became lower and lower. Gong Jiu looked at her, and the smile in his eyes was like falling snow.

Niu Rou Tang lowered his eyes silently and picked up his chopsticks.

Neither of them spoke anymore. There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the room. The three people in the room were all thinking about their own things.

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Bu Zao was fully aware of their discussion and was not worried. He deliberately let it go.

Now the leader was still hiding his face, and there were as many clues about him as dice.

Bu Zao enjoyed this process. He liked to see others pondering for him, turning around and around. After all, it was too boring to get the answer all at once. Either the process was tortuous or it was caught off guard.

The system carefully observed and made the following judgment.

〖The system understands the player's behavior and fully understands the player's motivation for behavior.〗

Its player observation diary no longer focuses on its own views on the player's behavior, which has changed compared to when it first observed Bu Zao's behavior.

The system is growing.

Bu Zao is pleased with it, but inexplicably feels guilty, because most of the things he does will teach children bad things. The system's logical procedures are quite mature and the information database is rich, but there is little practical experience, and sometimes the feeling of being naive is particularly obvious.

Bu Zao I asked it: [How old are you in human years?]

The system replied: [Dear player, we judge the maturity of the system based on practical experience and the degree of logical operation, not age. But if we must convert it, we will use knowledge instead of age at birth. My age is equivalent to 12 years old in human years.]

Bu Zao did not expect the system to say such a long string of words. He was silent for a while and asked: [Not talking about age, how many years have you been born so far?]

[Calculated using the time unit derived from the earth's revolution, the system has been in existence for a total of 330 years.] The system replied, [Dear player, this answer is of little use.]

Bu Zao nodded solemnly.

It's too profound... How can one be both an ancestor and a descendant?

There were many conversations like this between Bu Zao and the system. After his observation was exposed, Bu Zao and the system talked more frequently, and learned some information more or less.

In addition, the system did not know that Bu Zao could hear its heartbeat broadcasts. Some of the content that should obviously be kept secret was known to Bu Zao during their time together. Compared with those incredible things, the hatred and suspicion of old man Gong Jiu and others towards him were nothing big.

Gong Jiu's suspicion was a starting point. Niu Rou Tang and Yue Yang were confused after hearing what Gong Jiu said. They wanted to confront Bu Zao, but the head of the sect played the game of disappearance in a very casual way.

The two looked around the kitchen, but did not see Bu Zao, so they went to his room.

Yue Yang opened Bu Zao's room. Beef Soup stood behind him with a gloomy expression. He bit his lip, rushed into the room, dumped Bu Zao's bamboo basket on the ground, and the things inside spilled all over the floor. There were

handicrafts, tools, some spices, and a bag of clothes. There was nothing strange.

Bu Zao only brought these things when he came to the island. If he really had a secret, he would not have brought only these things.

Beef Soup asked Yue Yang: "Do you believe it?"

Yue Yang said lightly: "There is no evidence, I don't believe it."

Beef Soup asked again: "Even if it was Brother Jiu who said it, you wouldn't believe it?"

Yue Yang was silent for a moment: "No."

Beef Soup didn't want to believe it either.

But she always trusted Gong Jiu, and Gong Jiu had never made a wrong decision.

"You have to believe it even if you don't want to." Beef Soup said coldly, "Go find Bu Zao. I want to interrogate him thoroughly."

Yue Yang turned and left.

Gong Jiu did not say anything, nor did he take any further action. Beef Soup did not intend to make a big fuss, so he only ordered Yue Yang to find Bu Zao without notifying others.

The island was full of luxury and enjoyment. They did not know that the new chef Xiao Bu might be a bit strange.

Beef Soup walked through the chaotic crowd, ignoring the gamblers' greetings. She walked straight towards the direction of the old man with a cold face.

Someone asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the palace lady?"

"She is always angry from time to time, she is worthy of being the daughter of the old man."

"Don't worry about her, let's continue gambling, bet on big or small"

"Small, small, small!!"

"Big! I bet on big!!"

Among the gamblers, Shaman, who has always been addicted to gambling, looked at the back of Beef Soup and frowned slightly.

The door of the old man's room was closed tightly. Beef Soup hesitated in front of the door for a moment and said: "Old man, do you know what happened to Bu Zao?"

There was no movement inside.

Beef Soup moved his feet and waited quietly for a moment, but still did not get a response.

She turned around and tried to leave, when she heard the old man's voice from inside. The voice was as gentle and peaceful as always: "His cooking skills are very good. I like him very much recently. I have to thank him for everything."

Beef Soup breathed a sigh of relief.

Across the door, the old man in the room had a distorted face, veins popped out on the back of his hands, and

he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. The old man had been pursuing his ambitions all his life, but in the end he found that no one could be trusted.

Even Beef Soup, his daughter, the old man did not dare to trust.

Beef Soup stood outside the door for a while, and the old man did not speak, so she said goodbye, turned around and left, eager to find Bu Zao.

The old man listened to Beef Soup's footsteps fading away, and the dead silence in the room drowned him bit by bit like the sea.

* The sun

was setting in the west, and Yue Yang had not found Bu Zao yet. The sky and the earth were dyed orange, and the sea was sparkling and shining with golden light.

Bu Zao sat on the cliff and looked at the sea, feeling happy.

When the sun sank completely below the horizon and the last ray of light disappeared, Bu Zao put on his mask.

It was a floating strange smiling face, approaching everyone who appeared near him in the dim night, and flipping them over with lightning speed, making the world spin, and the eyes went black. The pain was unbearable and the body was powerless.

The head of the sect walked on the island like a ghost.

In the middle of the night, no one noticed anything wrong, and everyone was immersed in their own space.

Yue Yang was already lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about where Bu Zao had gone.

Niu Rou Tang was worried and vented his emotions in the casino, winning a lot.

In Gong Jiu's room, Shaman's shaking hands grasped the whip again.

Then the whip began to tremble.

Gong Jiu breathed rapidly, excitement and anticipation overlapping. Before the whip fell, he was already surrounded by joy.

"Hit me! Do it!"

Gong Jiu stared at Shaman, his eyes red and his voice hoarse. He stretched out his hands and tore open his clothes, revealing his white jade chest.

Shaman endured and closed his eyes, and swung the whip heavily. The sound of breaking air, whipping, and muffled hums full of joy came one after another. After several consecutive swings, Shaman became more and more ruthless and hated himself for doing such a thing here.

The moonlight on the ground, which was separated by the window lattice, was suddenly covered with a layer of shadow. With a creak, the door slowly opened. A shadow propped the door and said with a smile: "What are you playing?"

Shaman's hand trembled, he threw away the whip, turned around and looked at the uninvited guest fiercely.

The man was dressed in black, with long hair fluttering. The crescent-shaped smiling eyes on the mask were like black holes. Half of the mask was illuminated by the moonlight, half dark, and half pale.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the two people in the middle of the room with reckless fear.

Gong Jiu's face was still flushed, but his eyes were extremely calm and calm. He slowly stood up and pulled his clothes.

His white clothes were already stained with spots of blood, which was particularly weird under the moonlight.

But no matter how weird it is, it can't compare to the master who appears like a ghost.

After thinking it over, the master felt that it was not right not to join in the excitement. He just did what all the simulated Jianghu players wanted to do.

"Why did you drop the whip? Please continue."

The master looked at Shaman and said friendly.

It would be great if it could trigger a new mission. Bu Zao thought so.

Shaman stared at him, his mind was in a mess, he didn't know who he was, nor did he know how to respond.

Gong Jiu laughed and said, "You want to join us? Go pick up the whip."

Bu Zao: ...Ah,