Just when Guo Xuanwu was still marveling, a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Zhou Jianbo was already on the branch of the tree.

"Xiao Wu, fulfill your promise, go back... no... don't look back!"

"Oh, I got it." Although Guo Xuanwu didn't understand why, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Before Guo Xuanwu took a few steps, he heard two explosions behind him, followed by a blast of hot air on his back.

He quickly turned around and took a look, his pupils instantly dilated, and he was as dumb as a clay sculpture!

I saw the fire on the big banyan tree soaring into the sky. The whole tree turned into a fire tree. The branches and leaves were burned and crackled. The firelight illuminated the whole courtyard and turned red. In the flames, Guo Xuanwu could still vaguely make out the figure sitting upright.

A figure on the branch of a tree.

"Grandpa Zhou! Why are you doing this~~~"

Guo Xuanwu let out a heartbreaking cry, and suddenly his vision went dark and he fainted on the ground.

The fire burned all the traces left by the Moon-Breaking Sword Style, but the figure sitting in the flames and the beautiful crescent moon scene like a fairy tale world have been deeply imprinted on Guo Xuanwu's young mind.

The depth of my soul can never be erased...

After the old eunuch Zhou Jianbo burned himself to death, Guo Xuanwu was sad for several days. He cried non-stop all day long and was too lazy to take a few bites of food. This made the two eunuchs Bao Luo and Wan Xiang extremely anxious.

Since Guo Xuanwu was born, when has he cried like this? The two tried their best to coax and lie, but to no avail. They were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and spinning around like headless flies.

Wan Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his bald face close to Guo Xuanwu, bent down and said with a flattering smile: "Hey, my little ancestor! Everyone is born, old, sick and die, this is normal! Now!

It's just that an old and useless slave died, why should I be so miserable? Come, ride on the slave's neck, and the slave will carry you on horseback to fight!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his neck.

"Wow!" Guo Xuanwu glanced at him and cried louder.

Bao Luo stood behind Wan Xiang, his mouth twisted with anger. Leng Buding raised his right middle finger and thrust it at his anus.

"Ah!" Wan Xiang covered his buttocks with his hands and jumped up with a roar.

This moment was not pleasant, it was so painful that tears came out of Wanxiang's eyes, and his whole face was squeezed together, even more bitter than a bitter gourd.

"I rely on your Immortal's insolence! Master just stabs me, what the hell are you..."

"Pah!" Before Wan Xiang could finish cursing, there was another slap mark on his face.

"My dear mother..."

This slap was so real that it made Wanxiang spin three times in a row, his eyes were full of gold, and there were a few more tears on his face.

Bao Luo said angrily: "You stupid bird! If the little master cries, we have to cry together! As the saying goes, not crying is disloyal. It is our duty to serve the little master, even if we cry to death, we should do it!"

After he finished speaking, he burst into tears, his voice high-pitched and thin, almost like singing in an opera.

"Damn it, you old hen! So that's what happened, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wan Xiang suddenly understood, and immediately hugged Bao Luo, and the two burst into tears, crying so hard that they were both in tears. It was extremely miserable, and the sadness was even worse than the death of his father.

Guo Xuanwu looked at the two of them crying hoarsely in confusion, and thought to himself: "Grandpa Zhou has a half-cent relationship with you? I am the crying master, and you are just crying like a ball of yarn?"

Thinking of this, he wiped away his tears and stopped crying.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the chief steward, Guo Bin, who was nine thousand years old, walked in. Bao Luo and Wan Xiang quickly stopped crying and lined up on both sides to wait on them carefully.

Looking at Guo Xuanwu's eyes that were red and swollen from crying, Guo Bin felt distressed and frowned: "Son, don't cry anymore. Zajia will give you whatever you want. As long as you are happy, even if

If you want the stars in the sky, I will pick them out for you!"

Guo Xuanwu pouted and said, "You're just bragging! I want the stars in the sky right now, why don't you go pick them out and give them to me?"

Guo Bin chuckled, took out two things from his arms, shook them at Guo Xuanwu, and then placed them on the table.

Guo Xuanwu’s eyes lit up!

Placed on the table was a small, shiny silver slingshot, and five yellow beads the size of a thumb.

"Whoa!" Guo Xuanwu immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to the table.

"What is this?" He held the silver slingshot in his left hand and picked up a bead in his right hand, looking at it curiously.

"Gee, I begged the emperor for this golden bullet. It is much more valuable than the stars in the sky. Take a closer look!"

Guo Xuanwu turned the beads around and took a closer look. He found that there were small words engraved on the gold beads: "Golden bullets are given by the emperor to fight against sycophants." The signature turned out to be the emperor's jade seal, which was carved so beautifully.

Exquisite and unique, lifelike.

"Wow! It also has the emperor's inscription on it!"

"From now on, you can use this slingshot and golden bullets to hit anyone, except the emperor. You don't have to hide anymore, cluck, cluck..."

"Everyone else has Shang Fang's sword, but mine is Shang Fang's slingshot. Its long-range attack is much stronger than the sword!" Guo Xuanwu quickly put the slingshot and golden bullets into his treasure bag with a proud smile on his face.

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"My dear son, Zajia will take you to a fun place again!" Guo Bin smiled and picked up Guo Xuanwu.

"Oh? A fun place? Is it in the palace?"

"Yes, it's in the palace."

"Holy crap! There are places in the palace that I haven't been to before?"

"Kekeke, you'll know when you get here." Guo Bin smiled and patted his back.

Guo Xuanwu's head suddenly softened, he lay on Guo Bin's shoulder and fell asleep.

The secret room of Second Manager Li Luan.

The secret room is very spacious. There are bottles and jars of various sizes neatly arranged on the shelves against the wall. Each bottle has a label. At first glance, it looks like you have entered a pharmacy.

In the center of the secret room is a white jade stone platform. On the white jade platform lies the naked and sleeping Guo Xuanwu, with Guo Bin and Li Luan standing on both sides.

The second manager, Li Luan, raised his orchid fingers, flicked Guo Xuanwu's little... little bird, and said with a chuckle: "Nine thousand years old, have you really decided?"

"It's decided, but you must be careful not to hurt the Za family's beloved one!"

Li Luan covered her mouth in amusement, twitched her body a few times, and cast a flirtatious look. Her expression and movements were more feminine than a woman's. They could make you spit out the last night's meal. Do you believe it?

"Giggle, giggle, the Za family's technique of 'hiding needles in cotton' is not in vain. I guarantee it won't hurt our precious baby!" Li Luan chuckled, flicking her wrist, and three silver needles appeared on her fingertips.

"I want to tattoo the treasure map three inches below Xiao Wu's belly button so that no one can see it. I think no one in the world can do it except you. Let's do it!"

Li Luan nodded, his smile faded, and he looked attentive. He took out a silver tray from the wooden shelf. The tray was filled with small plates, and the plates were filled with colorful liquids. It looked like a scene where a master painter was about to paint.

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Chapter completed!