Murong Yun felt that they were being a bit dishonest: "The one bidding against you, if I'm not mistaken, is an eight-year-old child."
They're a bit of a bully.
But the child was calm and composed, even more steady than an adult.
"I can see it."
"Then you..." Before Murong Yun could finish his words, the door was pushed open.
It was a strange little boy.
He went straight to Ye Zixuan: "Master Ye, just give it to him."
Look at Nan Shuai.
Ye Zixuan's eyes twitched. Thinking of the presence of outsiders, he continued to pretend not to know them: "Why should I listen to you?"
"Because the person bidding against you has a tendency to be violent. If you don't get the shot, he'll come over with an axe. Don't blame me for not warning you."
“……?”
Nan Shuai said with a serious face: "As a disciple of the sect, I am kindly reminding you."
“…” Ye Zixuan was silent at first.
Then I compromised.
"I don't bully children, so just let him go."
"Thank you, Hall Master." After getting a satisfactory result, Nan Shuai turned around and gave his blessings before leaving.
"I wish the Hall Master will have eight children next year."
"......?" Eight babies in one litter? Do you want to hear something?
He is a man.
How come there are eight babies in one litter?
"Pfft." Murong Yun chuckled, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Master Ye, your sect's disciples are so cute."
"Cuteness isn't yours either." Ye Zixuan rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm talking to you today."
"That's how I talk."
Murong Yun remembered something: "Remember last time, if you lost the bet with me, you could let me choose a disciple from your sect."
"Do you want the person just now?" Ye Zixuan looked alert.
Seeing his vigilance, he half-jokingly said, "No? I think it's quite interesting. After all, it's just a little disciple."
Ye Zixuan smiled and said, "It's not a question of whether it works or not."
"What's the problem?"
"It's a question of whether you have a thick skin and can withstand a beating."
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