Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Cong Ye, what did you tell them?"

Walking on the way back to Hongfu.

Huo Xiangu was very curious.

She jumped around Cong Ye, the colorful ribbons in her braids dangling behind her.

The shaking made Cong Ye's eyes hurt a little.

At the noodle stall, Cong Ye found a corner and spoke to the three brothers alone in a low voice.

Except for Cong Ye and the three brothers, no one could hear clearly what they said.

All that was known was that the three brothers left with a solemn face holding one of Cong Ye's gold bars. They also apologized to the girl and her daughter, and swore that they would never trouble them again.

Huo Xiangu held Jasmine in her arms and couldn't restrain her curiosity.

Along the way, I had to grab Cong Yao and ask him to get to the bottom of it.

"secret."

Of course Cong didn't tell her.

Don't disturb the little kid who started from scratch.

No, he has the gold bars of the Great Sage and the blood of Nuwa, so he should be the second generation immortal.

It’s not like starting from scratch.

The wording is not rigorous.

Huo Xiangu didn't expect that Cong Ye would even hide it from her. She pouted with an unhappy look on her face and said, "You won't even tell me."

The drooping thick black eyelashes blocked the disappointment in his eyes.

Cong Ye saw water slowly forming in her eyes, and he was immediately in a hurry, and said helplessly: "Then I'll tell you, you promise me to keep it a secret."

Huo Xiangu immediately wiped away the sparkle in the corners of her eyes and leaned her head over: "Don't worry, I'm strict with my words."

"..."

So, was he fooled by Huo Xiangu, an acting sect?

Cong Ye still told all the things he asked the three brothers to do.

Huo Xiangu gradually frowned as she listened:

"Then what if they tricked you and left with the gold bars?"

Cong Ye shook his head: "If they only care about the small profits in front of them, then I will waste money to eliminate disasters."

Huo Xiangu's ancestral foundation is huge and her family has a lot of wealth, so naturally she doesn't value a gold bar too much.

"This is our little secret, you can't tell anyone."

Cong Ye looked at her seriously.

Huo Xiangu snorted: "Don't worry! I'm not a big mouth!"

Speaking of which, she and Cong also had a secret that only the two of them knew.

This matter itself can be regarded as a secret to Huo Xiangu.

Huo Xiangu smiled brightly as she hugged Jasmine tightly.

Back at Hong Mansion, Er Erhong and Huo Sanniang also settled things.

"master!"

Cong also ran to Er Erhong.

Er Erhong's hand gently rested on the back of his head: "Where did you go to play?"

Cong Ye raised his head with a smile: "I just went to eat a bowl of noodles."

Eat noodle?

Surprise flashed in February's red eyes.

If Cong also went to Yuloudong for a big meal, he thought it was quite normal.

On a rare occasion when he went out, he only ate a bowl of noodles.

Huo Xiangu held Huo Sanniang's hand, her brows filled with jealousy, and she couldn't help but complain:

"Where did he go to eat noodles? He went to see a pretty girl!"

Her beautiful and delicate eyebrows are vivid, even if she complains, she is not annoying.

Huo Sanniang chuckled lightly, her lingering eyes falling on Er Erhong's face, and her tone had a profound meaning:

"This disciple of yours truly has your true heritage."

As for what kind of truth it is, Cong Ye is not a real child, so why can't he hear the implication of Huo Sanniang's words?

It seems that his master Er Erhong really owes a lot of romantic debt.

Even the charming Huo Sanniang in front of him secretly expressed her love for him.

Also a man, Cong Ye is still single after 20 years as a social animal.

Er Erhong actually had such a beautiful girl fall in love with him at the age of 16.

Cong also fainted immediately.

But Cong also thought about it, he was now Er Erhong's apprentice.

In the future, no matter what aspect, we must be better than others.

But everything has to wait until he reaches adulthood.

He is a good, law-abiding citizen.

Cong Ye was daydreaming about the future beautifully when he suddenly noticed that his master's eyes had become cold.

He rubbed his shoulders with goosebumps, and the future in his mind was completely frozen and shattered into scum.

After sending Huo Sanniang and Huo Xiangu away, Er Erhong ordered the housekeeper to close the door.

The housekeeper immediately gave Cong Ye a wishing look.

"..."

do not do that.

Cong was really scared.

Returned to Er Erhong's room.

He sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, sipping tea, and slowly began to ask questions:

"What does Huo Xiangu mean?"

Cong Ye lifted the stool under his buttocks and moved a little closer to Er Erhong, with a sweet smile, as if dipped in honey:

"Master, don't you know me yet?"

"Who am I?"

"I know how to repay kindness and do good politics, and I will never have any evil thoughts!"

"The reason I went to see the noodle stall owner's daughter, Yatou, was because I wanted to take care of their business. When I was about to starve to death, the girl stole a chopstick noodle for me."

"She is my savior!"

Cong Ye looked at Er Erhong sincerely with his big, watery eyes.

He had also observed his current appearance in the mirror.

He is definitely a handsome man.

In particular, Nuwa's spiritual blood seemed to be optimizing his genes.

From now on, he will definitely be so handsome that the ghosts and gods will cry.

He has resorted to acting like a spoiled child, so Er Erhong must be in trouble.

Er Erhong gently shook the light cyan tea cup, raised her eyebrows, and smiled at the end of her eyes:

"Is this true?"

Cong Ye could tell by looking at his attitude that he already believed him.

He hugged Er Erhong's arm and rubbed it hard:

"Master, you don't have to believe anyone, but you have to believe in me, your most beloved disciple!"

He still has to rely on Er Erhong to make a living.

Otherwise, even if he has gold bars, he would not dare to spend them casually without the power behind him.

And he is absolutely sincere to his master.

Even for his master's extremely skilled cook, he would never want to leave the Hong Mansion.

Er Erhong was amused by his childish behavior, her slightly romantic thin lips couldn't help but curl up, and she gently pushed his head away:

"Okay, I believe you."

"Hehe, master is the best."

Cong also raised his head and smiled.

A few words coaxed Er Erhong into a state of elation.

"As your master, I still have to remind you not to be too womanly."

After hearing Er Erhong's advice, Cong almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Er Erhong, do you want to listen to what he is talking about?

Cong Ye is only eight years old this year. Even though he is an experienced driver, he is driving a new car.

What's more, Cong is not a pervert.

He now looks at all the girls the same way he looks at his own daughter.

Who sees him as his wife?

That's too perverted.

"When you grow up in the future, the wedding master will naturally make the decision for you and choose a beautiful girl you like."

Er Erhong rubbed Cong Ye's head.

Cong didn't dare to compliment him.

He doesn't dare to think about getting married now. He will grow up first.

"Oh, by the way, the classes in the morning still need to be made up in the afternoon."

A bolt from the blue fell on Cong Ye's head.