Jiujiu was accustomed to enjoying Qiye's service, but then she realized that the butler who came back rushed over was shocked when he saw Qiye serving Jiujiu.

This, is the man who wiped this woman's hair their young master?

He wasn't dreaming before he woke up.

After wiping Jiujiu's hair, Qiye turned around and saw the butler who looked suspicious of life.

Housekeeper: "The slave is here to ask someone to clean up. The food is ready, so I'll ask someone to put it on?"

Qiye nodded: "Put it up."

Because his hair was not completely dry, Jiujiu simply spread her hair and had a meal with Qiye.

I rushed to the morning and now I ate a ** gourd, but Jiujiu was so hungry.

As the richest man in the country, the chefs in Wansan Mansion have the skills of the chefs who are not inferior to those of the imperial chefs. Jiujiu was so comfortable in body and mind when eating a meal.

After eating and drinking, Jiujiu lay down on the recliner in the yard with satisfaction to bask in the sun.

Eat fresh fruits and fruits transported from Tubo, and drink sour plum soup to clear heat and relieve heat. There are delicious fresh pastries on hand. This day, I really don’t change it for gods.

After enjoying it, Jiujiu suddenly admired Qiye.

After all, not everyone can resist these enjoyments. They travel thousands of miles to the desert to endure hardships. From this point of view, Qiye cannot be called the word "little".

In the afternoon, Qiye took Jiujiu to Zuixianlou to eat the most famous specialty dishes in the capital. He had enough food and drinks. He took Jiujiu to visit the unique night style in the capital, and then he walked towards Wansan's mansion slowly.

Qiye's procrastination at this moment formed a sharp contrast with the cheers he had when he brought him out just now. Jiujiu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why, don't you want to go back?"

Qi Ye shook his head into a rattle.

From the capital to the desert, he hadn't seen his master for almost a year. Naturally, he wanted to see his master as soon as possible, but...

Thinking that the master might be using his family skills, Qiye was a little afraid and was spanked by Wan San with a bamboo strip in front of Jiujiu, which was too embarrassing.

Qiye Die Duck defended himself: "I didn't. I just ate too much and was a little overwhelmed."

"Is that true?" Jiujiu looked at Qiye with a suspicion. It was obvious that most of the food had just entered her stomach, how could Qiye eat more?

Regarding Jiujiu's doubts, Qiye nodded, "It's really true, I really eat too much."

After Qiye finished speaking, he touched his belly very realistically, trying to prove that he really had eaten too much instead of not wanting to go back.

Seeing Qiye's bulging belly, Jiujiu followed Qiye slowly towards Wansan's mansion skeptical.

Even though Qiye walked very slowly, the road finally had an end, especially Wansan's mansion was close to the night market.

Looking at the mansion close to him, Qiye shivered and hid behind Jiujiu like a petite and powerless girl.

Jiujiu felt that Qiye was hiding something from him.

In Qiye's fear, the two finally met Wan San.

Unlike the amiable fat man Jiujiu imagined, Wan San was very thin and showed a kind of sickly thinness. Seeing Jiujiu and Qiye coming, Wan San had a surprise across his face, and looked at Jiujiu intently and asked Qiye: "Who is this?"

Seeing that Wan San did not want to act on his own family skills as he imagined, Qiye breathed a sigh of relief and introduced Jiuji to Wan San: "Master, this is Dr. Baiji's apprentice, um..."

When talking about Jiujiu's name, Qiye instantly got stuck.

Since he realized that he had been calling out to the shopkeeper, and it was not until he introduced him to Wansan that he did not know Jiujiu's name.

I didn't even know the name of the shopkeeper I had with me day and night.

Qiye was completely depressed.

Feeling the heavy loss emanating from Qiye's body, Jiujiu quickly spoke: "My name is Jiujiu."

"It turned out to be Miss Nine. I'm lucky to know. I wonder if Brother Bai is fine now?" Wan San asked Jiuji in the tone of his parents, just like an ordinary old man.

Jiujiu: "My master passed away three years ago."

"What?"

When he heard Jiuji say that Bai Ji passed away, Wan San's expression changed instantly. He became a teenager in an instant. He collapsed on a chair and murmured: "He, he went there before he could wait for me."

Wan San was lost for a long time before he raised his head and smiled bitterly at Jiujiu: "I'll let Miss Jiu laugh."

Wan San seemed to be talking to Jiujiu or to himself: "Brother Bai is my best friend in my life and my great benefactor."

That winter, it was particularly cold. He almost froze to death in the dilapidated temple because he had no thick clothes.

It was Bai Ji who bought him warm thick clothes and gave him enough money to do some small business to support himself.

Because of Bai Ji's words, he worked hard to do business, from one or two small stalls before to big businesses spread throughout the province, and he also met Bai Ji again.

He was finally able to stand openly in front of Bai Ji and tell Bai Ji that he was the beggar back then.

The two of them became confidants who could speak everything.

After the accident in Medicine King Valley, he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else. He rushed to Medicine King Valley and rescued the ignorant Qiye while the group of people in the martial arts world were not paying attention.

But at this moment, he heard the news that Bai Ji had retreated to the world.

Over the years, he has been sending people to search for it, and finally found out that Bai Ji had opened a restaurant in the desert. He was afraid that he would not be able to call Bai Ji back, so he wanted to use the excuse of treating Qiye to get Bai Ji back to the Central Plains.

Whether Baiji wanted to take revenge or rebuild the Medicine King Valley, he was with him, but he never expected that Baiji would disappear.

He has been friends with Bai Ji for many years, so where can he not know Bai Ji's physical condition?

Baiji is not seriously ill, it is obviously because he has a heart disease.

After so many years of expectations, Wan San felt bitter in his heart. After all, he was one step too late. If he had known that Bai Ji was in the desert a few years earlier, he would have rushed there early. With Bai Ji's temperament, if he knew that there was an orphan in Medicine King Valley, how could he let himself die?

The two of them had been friends for many years, but they didn't even see the last time. Wan San looked at Jiujiu as if he had lost his soul and said, "I wonder if Miss Xiaoji can tell me that Bai Ji still has a wish?"

Jiujiu: "My master died of depression because of the destruction of the Medicine King Valley. What he missed most in his life was the blood poisonous matter of the direct descendants of the Medicine King Valley. I dared to help me and avenge my master."

Jiujiu knelt on one knee and looked at Wan San, saying: "Because of the destruction of my Medicine King Valley, my master ended with hatred. Even if he didn't say it, I understand. He wanted to take revenge. Jiujiu was single and weak, and I hope that my senior can help me." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!