Chapter 135 Is it you?

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Gong Jiu and Wangcai haven't seen each other for a long time. The puppy is still as lively and agile as before, with its tail wagging like a flower.

He walked a few steps towards Wangcai. The third disciple of the Salted Fish Sect let go of the swing and reached out to pull Wangcai's swing rope. He looked at Gong Jiu with a smile and said, "Why are you staring at other people's dogs?"

Gong Jiu glanced at him and said, "You talk to me in this tone."

Wangcai squatted down on the swing board, tilted his head to watch the two people talking, and rubbed his ears on Xiao Qingzhou's hand. The closeness was obvious.

"What other tone can I use?"

Xiao Qingzhou smiled slightly, his eyes were like water, and the red tear mole at the corner of his eye made Gong Jiu inexplicably think of the mahogany hairpin that Bu Zao had been wearing.

He ignored Gong Jiu's smiling mask, which made Gong Jiu a little confused.

But Gong Jiu had already understood the strangeness of the Salted Fish Sect. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Some people say that Chong Ming is the weakest disciple. What about you?"

"Is it necessary to rank them?" Xiao Qingzhou said casually, "Anyway, you have seen the most powerful one."

He was right. Gong Jiu was wearing this mask now because it was given by the most powerful person.

Wangcai had no intention of approaching Gong Jiu. He squatted on the swing and looked at him. Gong Jiu looked at him and said calmly, "Aren't you in a hurry at all?"

Xiao Qingzhou said, "What's the hurry? You'll see him sooner or later."

This calmness was completely different from the others who were eager to find the whereabouts of the leader. Gong Jiu began to find it interesting, but no matter how interesting it was, it was not as interesting as Wangcai wagging his tail slowly on the swing.

Xiao Qingzhou reached out and touched Wangcai's dog head, saying, "Don't look at it. Even if you look at it for a long time, Wangcai will not become your dog."

Because Wangcai couldn't speak, this time he had the opportunity, Bu Zao needed to make Gong Jiu aware of this fact.

——Don't stare at other people's puppies!

Gong Jiu smiled instead of being annoyed, and then he suddenly said: "I understand why he wears a mask."

Xiao Qingzhou asked with interest: "Why?"

Gong Jiu slowly said: "Because he doesn't want to be seen through."

This is right and wrong, because the real reason is that Bu Zao wants to be mysterious.

A leader who is not mysterious is not a good player. The smiley mask is super cool, okay.

Xiao Qingzhou clapped his hands symbolically to encourage him. Gong Jiu sensed contempt and indifference from his action. At

this time, Wangcai jumped off the swing and walked towards Gong Jiu with a step that did not recognize any relatives, giving him a belated greeting with his knee.

Gong Jiu looked down at it.

Xiao Qingzhou passed by him, Wangcai barked at Gong Jiu and followed Xiao Qingzhou's pace. Compared with Gong Jiu, who was fed for a short time, Wangcai chose the disciple of the Salted Fish Sect who lived with him day and night.

Gong Jiu thought with regret that he did not take the dog leash.

Xiao Qingzhou and Wangcai walked away, and Gong Jiu was left behind. He stood there for a moment and followed them.

"Don't follow me."

"I'm not following you."

"Woof woof!!"

The two people and the dog walked forward silently. There was a fork in the road ahead, and Xiao Qingzhou, who was walking on the left, suddenly picked up Wangcai and walked to the right.

Gong Jiu stopped walking, Xiao Qingzhou smiled at him, "I want to go this direction, it's up to you."

Xiao Qingzhou walked into the depths of the forest, Gong Jiu looked at his back, turned around and walked towards another fork in the road.

Not long after walking, he ran into a young man wearing a half silver mask, and the two met on a narrow road.

Gong Jiu paused, but Chong Ming had already rushed up, swung the long stick in his hand and smashed it on his head. Gong Jiu dodged to the side, and the long stick chopped horizontally again, each time hitting the mask on Gong Jiu's face.

"Brother! Stop!"

A shout came from behind, and Chong Ming's hand paused.

Gong Jiu clearly heard Chong Ming's "tsk" sound, frowning, looking at Gong Jiu gloomily, and dropping the long stick in his hand heavily to the ground. The sound was heard far away in the silent night.

When Wu Du and others came, Chong Ming was impatiently drawing circles on the ground with a stick, and the masked man in white was staring at the circle on the ground silently.

Beef Soup looked at Gong Jiu anxiously. She didn't know that Gong Jiu was asked to wear a mask, but she just guessed it.

Wang Lianhua looked at the two of them and said slowly, "The leader of the Salted Fish I saw is this guy."

Chong Ming said coldly, "This guy is not the leader. He tried to draw a tiger but ended up drawing a dog. He is a fake."

After hearing what Chong Ming said, Gong Jiu was unmoved and smiled, "How do you know I am not pretending to be like this on purpose?" Bu

Zao is indeed a person who would do this. Gong Jiu has also been deceived by him. It is very reasonable for him to say this at this time.

Gong Jiu realized that he would follow Bu Zao's behavior to figure out his thoughts, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng still wanted to know the most crucial thing, and asked, "Is Bu Zao alive or dead?"

"Dead." Gong Jiu said.

"You're lying."

Wudu said firmly, and with a flash of his body, he was in front of Gong Jiu. He raised his hand to take off his mask, but Gong Jiu grabbed his wrist.

Both sides tried to force each other, and the stalemate continued.

The first time Gong Jiu saw Wudu, he was wearing a mask and feeding a dog. This time when he saw Wudu again, he was not wearing a mask, and his baby face was so childish that Gong Jiu thought he saw a little boy.

A little boy who was half a head taller than him.

After looking at each other for a moment, Wudu stretched out his other hand to Gong Jiu's mask.

Gong Jiu did not stop him, and the mask was taken off, revealing a face without any expression.

Only Wang Lianhua recognized him as the "Ninth Young Master" who took Bu Zao away that day, and at that moment, she had a clearer understanding of Bu Zao's true identity.

Zhongming threw away the stick, probably on purpose, and it hit Gong Jiu's leg before it landed.

Wudu was holding the mask in a daze, and was stunned when he saw this, and apologized to Gong Jiu: "Sorry, senior brother is in a bad mood. ... Can you please tell me who gave you the mask?"

Gong Jiu said: "Do you think I can tell you?"

Before Chongming spoke impatiently, Wang Lianhua spoke first: "The person who asked you to wear the mask must have other instructions. What should we do next?"

Gong Jiu straightened his sleeves: "Find the leader of the Salted Fish Sect. - I have nothing to say, don't expect to get information from me. Beef Soup, come here."

Beef Soup ran to his side with emotion and threatened the others fiercely: "You guys quickly find that annoying guy and take him away, and don't come to the island for the rest of your life."

Gong Jiu sighed.

This island will never return to its original state. Bu Zao obviously intends to take the island for himself.

Chong Ming said, "Idiot."

Beef Soup: "What did you say!"

Chong Ming: "Think about your retreat as soon as possible. The leader is not a generous and compassionate person."

"..." Beef Soup realized it belatedly.

Gong Jiu glanced at Chong Ming and smiled, "You are thoughtful."

The two sides did not fight again. Gong Jiu took Beef Soup away. No one stopped them. After walking a distance, they heard a conversation behind them.

"Who are they?"

"Wu Du's former employer."

Gong Jiu couldn't help but get curious when he didn't hear Chong Ming's voice. Chong Ming didn't tell him about his status as a prince because he wanted to keep it secret and do business in the future. Niu Rou Tang frowned and

said, "Brother Jiu, what should we do?"

Gong Jiu said nothing and said slowly, "They will find out after daybreak. We will make a decision then." The

old man has been operating in secret for many years. No matter what, he will always have a place to go. Gong Jiu's status as a prince is also a way out.

Seeing Gong Jiu so calm, Niu Niu Tang couldn't help but feel relieved, and then said with concern: "Then let's take a break before dawn and recuperate. Brother Jiu, you can't overwork yourself with your injuries."

When he raised his hands and feet, he could see the mottled whip wounds under Gong Jiu's clothes. The new wounds were wrapped in bandages, and the old wounds had not yet completely scabbed over. It looked extremely scary.

Niu Niu Tang felt a little distressed.

Gong Jiu didn't care.

He originally learned a miraculous skill that could heal flesh wounds in an instant, and would not leave any marks after being whipped, but he didn't know what Bu Zao stuffed into his mouth. Since then, the miraculous skill has been difficult to use and the whip wounds have been difficult to heal.

Gong Jiu sometimes found it difficult to suppress his desire, so the whippings piled up layer by layer, bringing him new pleasure.

The two went back to their respective rooms, and Gong Jiu stood at the door and looked at the attic hidden behind the lush branches and leaves in the distance.

I heard from Niu Rou Tang that she had taken people to various places, and there were only two places left that she had not been to.

It’s time to find the leader of the Salted Fish Sect.

Gong Jiu thought so.

That guy must be watching the show triumphantly from a high place.

Bu Zao, who looked cheerful and lively, was very likable, and Gong Jiu was not lying when he said that to Wang Lianhua, but the leader was just not likable after putting on the mask.

It was like two separate people.

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There were only two places left.

Niu Rou Tang drew a simple map of the island for them when they were walking together. She wanted to do something, but Wang Linhua laughed beside her. Wu Du's short knife was half unsheathed, and the cold light made her upset. She drew the map viciously.

Everyone looked at the route map. Chong Ming said that they should act separately. Without waiting for others to speak, he walked to the other side.

Wu Du shouted, "Brother, wait for me."

Yu Tianbao and Wu Du followed Chong Ming, and Yi Dian Hong followed him. Lu Xiaofeng, Si Kong Zhaixing and Wang Linhua looked at each other and set off to the other side.

"Their sect is really weird." Sikong Zhaixing muttered, "How can they tease their own disciples and ask others to play themselves?" What he didn't say was that when he thought that Bu Zao might be the leader of the Salted Fish Sect, Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but doubt his ability to judge people.

"Only a weird master can teach a weird disciple."

Wang Lianhua said with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly at the two people who were discussing the Salted Fish Sect recklessly.

He also touched the small wooden fish in his hand, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, as if he had a thousand words, but he didn't know how to say them.

Could Bu Zao really be the leader of the Salted Fish Sect?

The moonlight was hazy, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the sound of gurgling water came from the quiet night. It was the pond that Niu Niu Tang had mentioned.

There was a bamboo pavilion beside the pond, and there was a figure in the pavilion. The other

person was wearing black clothes with his hair loose, leaning against the railing and gazing into the distance, with a sense of loneliness in his back.

From a distance, you can see that he is wearing a mask, shining in the moonlight.

The two of them couldn't help but lighten their breathing and footsteps, as if they were afraid that the other person would run away, and approached silently.

The other person must have noticed their presence, but did not react. When the two stood outside the pavilion, blocking the way out, the other person slowly turned around, with a smiley mask on his face, smiling coldly.

Lu Xiaofeng said slowly: "Master Salted Fish."

Sikong Zhaixing frowned slightly, a little doubtful.

Since there is a fake master in white clothes, there may also be a fake master in black clothes.