YAY!

"Alright, Little Ninth Master, what should we do now?" I slumped to the ground. Xiaohua said, "We need to start from the beginning. Everything has a reason. The ingenious mechanism set up here must have its strict necessity. Let's put our heads together, Little Third Master." Hearing this long-lost address, I don't know why, but my heart skipped a beat, a strange melancholy. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we both smiled. It seems that the two of us do indeed carry many similar burdens.

"Xie Jiuye, one of the mystic nine, is indeed known for his meticulousness. I thought about it, what are the Wu family's principles for doing things? My grandfather seems to be known for getting along well with everyone, which doesn't sound like a source of pride now."

Xiaohua: "Anyway, this is very good news for me. I believe the old woman arranged it this way on purpose. If you and grumpy face (Xiaoge) both have this kind of blood, then it makes perfect sense that the two of you should be used separately. The main force uses the large size, and I'll use the small size. And it's obvious you have a very good mind, which can compensate for your lack of physical strength."

闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) didn't answer her, but instead turned to me and said, "Take me home." With that, he walked away without looking back.

"Throughout what you just described, there was a person with a Qilin tattoo on their body who was always by your side. Where is that person now?" I was stunned for a moment, thinking, weren't you worried about your daughter? Why are you suddenly asking about this? I didn't react for a second. Pangzi, being the cheeky guy he is, immediately patted 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) and said, "Such a good thing, of course I carry it with me! Isn't this him? What, beautiful lady, want him for a ride?" I immediately showed my teeth at Pangzi, telling him to be mindful of the situation. Unexpectedly, the old woman seemed startled upon hearing this. She immediately looked up at 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge), stood up, and walked straight to him. "It's him?" We nodded. Looking at the old woman's expression, I suddenly had a bad feeling, afraid she would shout, "Son, I've missed you so much!" The old woman trembled slightly as she looked at 闷油瓶 (Xiaoge) and said, "Let me see your hand." She grabbed his hand, glanced at it, and then took a few steps back, her face ashen. I thought to myself, "This is bad. Is there some other grudge between them?" Unexpectedly, the old woman knelt down, and even Huo Xiuxiu, who had been attending to her, knelt down, seemingly confused.