Chapter 132 If you dare to deceive me, I will immediately cut off your brain

After a moment, they were shocked.

Because Shen Wuyan's movements were so skillful, the potatoes were almost cut into flowers, and the radishes were cut as thin as cicada wings...

"I didn't realize you had this skill." The old man was stunned. He looked at the red and white geese soup in front of him and drooled at the aroma.

"I'll eat first. I've been craving for a long time." Shen Wuyan rolled up his sleeves and started eating with big mouthfuls.

When Xiao Jing arrived, he saw an old man and a young boy arguing over the last piece of beef.

The child snatched the beef away and said, "How shameless of you to fight with a child for food."

The old man snatched the beef back, not wanting to be outdone. "How shameless of you to fight with an old man for food."

The child said again: "I did this."

The old man said, "I still raised you."

The child said, "You are bullying the child."

The old man snatched the piece of beef, wrapped it in the dipping sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it. Then he smiled and said, "Children are meant to be bullied."

The child was stunned for a moment, then his mouth clenched and he burst into tears.

"Wuwu, you all bully me. How long has it been since I last had hot pot? I finally wanted to eat a full meal in one go, but you snatched it from me. Why is it so difficult for me, wuwuwu..."

Xiao Jing's heart tightened when he heard this. He was beside Shen Wuyan in the blink of an eye. He grabbed Shen Wuyan's hand that was rubbing his eyes and asked in a sharp voice, "Who taught you how to make hot pot?"

Shen Wuyan didn't expect Xiao Jing to come so soon. He was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was standing there in a daze without saying anything, Xiao Jing asked again in a more ferocious tone.

Shen Wuyan still remembered the vengeance against Xiao Jing and felt aggrieved. He was also angry because the old man had just snatched away the last piece of beef from him.

At this moment, Xiao Jing was still so fierce. Although he knew that Xiao Jing was just anxious and did not do it on purpose, nor was it targeting him, he still held his anger in his heart and wanted to attack Xiao Jing.

Anyway, call him spoiled or pretentious, he is just unhappy and feels extremely wronged.

He struggled with his hands, his cheeks puffed up, and said angrily, "I don't need anyone to teach me, I already know how to do it."

Xiao Jing frowned and asked patiently, "Did you write that letter?"

Shen Wuyan couldn't break free, so he simply gave up. He looked straight at Xiao Jing, looking like a little kid who was angry and confronting an adult.

"Yes," he said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jing's hands tightened instantly and he pressed, "Do you know where his soul is?"

"Yes!" Shen Wuyan nodded. He knew everything but just didn't say it.

"Where?" Xiao Jing asked more fiercely.

The old man didn't know what they were talking about and was a little anxious. He looked here and there.

Xiao Jing was very heavy-handed. The child's skin was white and tender, and it could not withstand such a pinch. The area around the wrist was red. If he was pinched again, the hand would probably be broken.

But seeing Xiao Jing's fierce and ferocious look, the old man was a little scared. He spoke tremblingly, "Well, Your Majesty, please be gentle. My disciple's hand is about to be cut off."

At this moment, Xiao Jing's mind and heart were filled with wanting to know where Shen Wuyan's soul was, so he didn't care about anything else. He said viciously: "Get lost, don't disturb me."

Then he looked at Shen Wuyan again, not caring at all that he was just a child. He threatened cruelly, "Hurry up and tell me! If you dare to deceive me, I will cut off your head immediately."

Shen Wuyan felt more and more aggrieved. He had been hanging around Xiao Jing for so long, but this man still didn't recognize him. Every time they met, he wanted to fight and kill him. He didn't even have time to write a single word.

asshole!

As Shen Wuyan thought about this, she became more and more coquettish. Her eyes turned red and tears fell like pearls. Soon, her ice-blue eyes became misty and filled with water vapor.

He cried and said, "Then break it off. If you break it off, you will never know where Shen Wuyan's soul is. Wuwu, you bastard Xiao Jing."

"You're looking for death!!" Veins popped out on Xiao Jing's forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were tense.

In an instant, the demonic aura that was powerful enough to make people kneel down spread out like a tide, leaving ruins wherever it passed.

He could easily crush this ignorant little thing in front of him into ashes, but he was afraid that this little thing really knew something.

After all, the simple characters, the hot pot in front of me, and the answer he gave were all correct.

He would never miss any information related to Shen Wuyan.

So he endured it and just gave the little thing a warning.

The Heart Demon Elder looked at Shen Wuyan in horror, gritted his teeth and urged in a low voice: "If you don't want to live, say it quickly." This time it's just a warning, next time it will really take someone's life.

Shen Wuyan was angry, sniffling his red nose, tilting his head, and said very stubbornly: "No. I will never tell him. Shen Wuyan had already thought of the answer that night, and planned to tell him the next morning, but he didn't expect that he would be taken away that night."

"What answer?" The Heart Demon Elder looked confused and anxious.

Their demon lord looks cold, but he is quite lenient to his subordinates as long as his reverse scales are not touched.

This guy was so ignorant of his own life and death that the Heart Demon Elder was both anxious and angry. He regretted that he should not have competed with him for the last piece of beef. After all, that was the last piece he could eat.

Elder Xinmo thought a lot and arranged Shen Wuyan's funeral in his mind, such as where to bury him with the best feng shui and what kind of coffin to use...

However, Xiao Jing understood the meaning behind Shen Wuyan's words. He was stunned. What happened that night was only known to him and Shen Wuyan. No third person knew about it.

His grip loosened and he pressed, "Do you know the answer?"

Shen Wuyan snorted proudly, sniffed, and said with a sob: "I will not tell you, your master, he actually wanted to agree to you. I will never tell you, you bastard, Wuwu was right in front of you, and you didn't recognize it. You deserve it."

Xiao Jing only heard the first half of the sentence. After he heard him say that his master wanted to agree to him, his heart ached again. He felt regretful and wondered why he was so weak at the time and could not protect his master, causing his master to suffer for him.

Seeing Xiao Jing didn't say anything, Shen Wuyan frowned and said in a coquettish voice: "Let go, you're pinching me."

Xiao Jing didn't take this to heart. He asked anxiously, "What else do you know?"

Shen Wuyan was angry, his lips were red from eating hot pot, he pouted and said in a baby voice: "I won't tell you, you'll break my hands, I won't tell you that he's not dead."

Xiao Jing's heart began to beat wildly, he had never believed that Shen Wuyan was dead, but he had tried to summon his spirit and to travel through King Yan's Palace over the years, but he had tried everything and still could not bring his master back to life.

Even Gu Yunzheng and Jiang Mian had given up, thinking that their master must be dead, but he just didn't believe it.

How could Master bear to abandon them? How could he bear to leave them alone?

The child in front of him was the first person to say this, and it was the first time that Xiao Jing looked at the child in front of him seriously.

The child was chubby, with a white and rosy face like a peach, and his big ice-blue eyes were full of moisture and grievance and sadness. At this moment, he was looking at him with his head raised and his lips pouting.

Xiao Jing rarely felt a sense of guilt for bullying a child, but it only lasted for a second. After all, he didn't have any values.

He lifted his robe and sat on the only intact stone bench. He glanced at the boiling hot pot on the table and returned to the original question: "Who taught you?"

The child said proudly, "Why should I tell you?"

"Okay," Xiao Jing nodded, restrained his temper, and changed the subject, asking, "Who are you?"

Xiao Jing's eyes were as bottomless as a cold pond, full of inquiry.

Shen Wuyan curled his lips and smiled, revealing a row of small white teeth, and said with some pride: "My name is... Shen Wuyan, idiot!"