Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

In the living room, a group of Beidou Sect disciples, led by a bearded man, saluted in unison.

"Greetings to the sect leader, let's advance and retreat together with the whole sect from now on!"

"Advance and retreat together!"

……

The powerful shouts were loud and echoed in the ears of the rest of the people in the hall.

Yao'er looked at the old kid with tears in his eyes while holding the wooden sign, and the Beidou Sect disciples who immediately removed the incense case and restored the scene after paying homage to the sect master. He couldn't help but stretched his neck and secretly asked the neighbor next door.

"Are you sure this is the old kidnapper's home? Isn't it some fake den?"

Within three minutes of walking in, we felt like a family. We had not even exchanged a few words before the CEO was appointed and entrusted with important responsibilities. The process was casual and rough, and the next second we could go to development and offline.

Isn’t this a complete fraud? !

"..." Ye Lan was silent for a moment, and finally could only repeat four words, "Just get used to it."

From the moment she walked in, she looked calm and calm.

In fact, it is difficult to evaluate Beidou Sect.

Seeing that the sun had already moved past the meal time, everyone returned to reality from the surprise of reunion.

"Oh, I was so happy just now that I forgot about cooking. I'm going to the kitchen now." A male disciple patted his forehead, quickly grabbed his broken sword and left the hall.

When the old kid heard that he was eating, he felt a thump in his heart. Especially when he saw the wooden thorns protruding from the cracked hilt of the disciple's sword, he was even more troubled.

"Disciple, I'm not hungry yet, so there's no need to prepare my rations at noon." After much hesitation, he decided to save his meal for today and wait until Ye Lan and Wu Heng left and the pressure on the sect was reduced. Nothing is too late.

Anyway, the ancient warriors are all in good physical condition, so it’s no problem to go hungry for a while.

The eldest apprentice didn't think too much, but when he saw that he was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, he persuaded him in a low voice: "Master, you can't do this. If you have no appetite and want to eat, you can ask the kitchen to cook it. But you can't eat nothing." eat."

Ye Lan, who was listening in the audience, thought of the old man at the dinner table at home yesterday who was eager to eat from his plate, and was speechless for a moment.

The old kid was embarrassed to say that he was actually very hungry, so he could only maintain the calm posture of the master and followed the eldest disciple to the dining room.

As soon as he stepped into the dining room and saw the decoration inside, he paused and was obviously stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong, Master?" The eldest disciple stopped and thought he was dissatisfied. "This dining hall is newly built, and there may be a bit of paint smell. Master, please bear with it for a while."

Hearing this, the old kid vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He could only shake his head and said, "No, it looks pretty good."

"Hey, it's the designer recommended by Xuanzong, otherwise we wouldn't understand this." The eldest disciple scratched his head and was very honest and did not take credit.

The old kid was a little absent-minded at the moment and didn't listen much until the table was served. After a while, he saw a group of people coming out of the kitchen.

The leader was the Qingpao disciple who had just left.

"Serve that table first, then follow the order, and be fast." He methodically directed the dozen or so waiters behind him in uniforms and chef hats to serve the dishes.

The latter each held dishes in their hands. They took the lead to go to the main table and collected the dishes, and then quickly went to prepare the meals for other tables.

At this time, the old kid was stunned as he looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the large glass turntable.

"Master, why don't you eat some? These dishes are all time-honored in the palace and taste good. You can try them."

The bearded eldest disciple picked up a big chicken leg and put it into his master's bowl while he was persuading him to eat.

The chicken legs were unusually large and had been marinated. As soon as they were handed to you, you could smell the strong aroma of meat and marinade mixed together.

Gollum.

The old kid's stomach immediately started to rebel regardless of his master's life and death, but at the moment he didn't care about the embarrassment at all. Instead, he stared at the chicken legs in the bowl and the delicious food on the table, and asked his eldest disciple in confusion, "Our sect , isn’t it very poor?”

The eldest disciple was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed loudly, "That was before, Master, we are very rich now."

After speaking, he patted his heart, feeling confident.

But the old kid still couldn't believe it. He pointed at the broken sword in his hand and said, "If you have money, the whole sect still has to forge its own iron?"

"Hey, so that's what you said." The eldest disciple also looked at his sword and grinned: "Isn't it boring to do nothing all day long? Besides, our sect advocates diligence and thrift, and the juniors and juniors are all accustomed to simplicity."

"..." The old kid was silent for a few seconds, and then asked another matter, "What about the exterior decoration of the sect? Since we have money, we should do it better."

At least the yard should be covered, otherwise the eaves will keep leaking when it's windy or rainy. His master has been worrying about this since he was still in the sect.

When he first walked in, he made sure that the loophole had not been corrected.

As a result, after the eldest disciple listened, the first thing he said was, "That's all because of Master."

Old kidnapper: "Huh?"

"Because your whereabouts have never been found, and the master passed on the position of sect leader to you before his death, we were afraid that you would not be able to find your way back and find the sect, so we have only been repairing the interior without changing the appearance. ." The eldest disciple said seriously.

Old kidnapper: "..."

Mad, this sudden touch makes me want to cry!

He never expected that things would turn out like this in the end. His emotions surged and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

The eldest disciple was afraid that he would be sentimental, so he quickly changed the subject and talked about the magical history of the Beidou Sect.

"Actually, for a long time after you disappeared, our brothers and sisters were so poor that we were eating tree bark. Several neighboring sects knew that we had a big appetite and did not dare to take us in. Life was very difficult."

"About 20 years ago, the major sects were in civil strife and united with outside forces to launch an attack on the ancient martial arts world. At that time, the small patriarch of Xuanzong appointed the Beidou Sect as the vanguard on the battlefield. We made the first contribution by defeating a hundred enemies with one enemy. .”

"The little clan leader was grateful for our achievements. After knowing the situation of the sect, he sent a dozen cooks here. He even helped us with the daily expenses for meals. Later, we felt embarrassed, and the little clan leader found a way to make a living for us. The way out is that as long as there is civil strife in the major sects, we will suppress it, and at the same time collect their Ganoderma lucidum and spiritual grass as compensation, and then plant the spiritual grass on the plains and mountains, which can help the sect make a lot of profits every year."

"There are still many people outside the world lining up waiting for our spiritual herbs. When the orders come out, Xuanzong will handle it for us. All we have to do is wait to collect the money."

After hearing this, the old kid was shocked.

"It turns out that you planted those spiritual grasses on the plain." He thought of the lush and extremely flat grassland, and he felt extremely proud in his heart. "Okay, okay, well done. What you are doing is much more meaningful than going out to hand out flyers." Yes, the little patriarch of Xuanzong is also a far-sighted person, I will definitely visit him to thank him someday."

He didn't think it was a shameful thing for a disciple of the Beidou Sect to plant spiritual herbs and become a gardener. Instead, he felt honored and grateful from the bottom of his heart for the arrangement made by the patriarch of the Xuan Sect.