Under One Person: The Arrival of Nine Lords

At this time, Wu Shang separated several people and came to Ma Xianhong and said, "What else can you do? Is this how you entertain guests? You don't even care about the food? Are you worthy of being called the New Jiejiao? Are you worthy of being called the Master Ma? You also..."

"Enough!" Ma Xianhong roared. He took a few quick breaths and suddenly said, "Fu Rong, take them to dinner!"

"But... Leader..." Fu Rong hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, as long as they don't cause trouble! We still have some tolerance..."

"Okay then!" Fu Rong glared at a few people with dissatisfaction.

He snorted coldly and walked away.

After a while...

"It tastes terrible, right?" Wang Zhenqiu pouted.

"Uh-huh……"

"There's really no comparison..."

Fu Rong clenched her fists and tried to hold back, but finally she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"All of you...die!"

brush brush...

Seven or eight sword energies... chased after Wang Zhenqiu and the others and flew out.

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Ma Xianhong glanced at Wushang, snorted coldly, turned around and walked in.

Wu Shang smiled and followed him in.

Ma Xianhong's room is very simple, no different from the rooms of ordinary villagers.

There were two plates of pickled vegetables and a bowl of white rice on the table in the room.

A small teacup and a pot of tea!

Ma Xianhong looked at Wushang who walked in and snorted coldly again.

But I still poured him a cup of tea.

Wu Shang took it...

Ok……

Very fragrant...good tea!

"I have read the letter. But how can you make me believe you? It was not forged by you?"

Wu Shang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It's not important. If you think it's fake, then it's fake."

Ma Xianhong took two deep breaths and then waved his hands.

Snapped!

Wu Shang reached out and caught the small ball thrown by Ma Xianhong.

Space equipment... Devouring sac!

Anything without consciousness can be put into it, including humans.

"Oh... do you trust me so much?" Wushang was a little surprised!

"I have carefully checked the age and handwriting of the letter. Although I don't know how this letter came into your hands, the letter... is true. We, the Ma family, always keep our word and will never break our promise!" Ma Xianhong said seriously.

Wushang saw this scene... and laughed!

Now he wants to take Ma Xianhong as his younger brother even more.

If we compare Ma Xianhong and Zhang Chulan.

No matter what happens, Wu Shang can rest assured to let Zhang Chulan do it. And Zhang Chulan will definitely handle it properly.

But if Wushang were to die and need someone to entrust his child to, he would definitely choose Ma Xianhong.

Because Zhang Chulan might compromise for this or that reason, but Ma Xianhong would never do that.

Because Ma Xianhong is the kind of person who naturally values ​​righteousness over profit and keeps his promises.

"That's very nice!" Wu Shang gave a thumbs up.

"I don't like to owe favors to others, and I won't use despicable means either. So I hope you can stay calm and don't get angry at me! Otherwise, I will be rude."

"What do you mean!" Ma Xianhong narrowed his eyes.

Wushang took out his cell phone and clicked on a video.

Inside was an old man who looked to be in his 70s or 80s doing carpentry work. It looked like he was making some small toys.

There were five or six little kids with snotty noses surrounding him.

You can tell that the old man is very happy, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

Ma Xianhong's face suddenly changed drastically!

"grandfather!"

"Damn it, my grandpa was there, what did you do to him?" Ma Xianhong suddenly got angry.

"Ma Xianhong, can't you just speak properly? Do you have to force me to do it?" Wu Shang was also annoyed. He slammed the table and stood up.

I had clearly already greeted you in advance.

This guy still doesn't understand what people say, right?

Hearing this, a look of pain suddenly appeared on Ma Xianhong's face.

He raised his hand to hold his forehead. His whole body was shaking violently, his face was pale, and cold sweat kept coming out.

"I'm sorry, can you please talk to me?" Ma Xianhong said painfully after trying to calm down.

Wu Shang was silent, he saw through it.

Ma Xianhong must be because that bitch Qu Tong was messing around in his mind.

The result is memory confusion, brain damage, and even serious mental damage.

Wu Shang waved his hand, and the Nine Songs mark on the back of his hand began to appear. A large number of words composed of five-colored light flew out and landed on Ma Xianhong.

As the words fell, Ma Xianhong's expression began to relax.

"Thank you, I don't know when it started. There seems to be something wrong with my brain. Maybe it started when I was shot at some point?" Ma Xianhong said as he untied the bandage on his head.

A hideous scar was revealed. It was clearly a bullet hole, and even now one could still see the small sunken pit on the skull.

"Talk to me, please, please!"

Wu Shang nodded slightly and then slowly told the story.

In fact, Wushang was not very clear about those things, because Yuqiu arranged his men to do them.

He was still sleeping!

The matter was simple. Ma Yuanlu and his children all... lost their memories. Or rather, lost part of their memories.

They forgot Ma Xianhong and why they came to a remote town covered in wounds.

No ID card, no bank card, only a few dozen dollars in my pocket.

They spent half a month under the bridge.

Even Ma Yuanlu's injuries began to worsen.

He was about to die. Then, he was recognized by a senior member of Jiuqing and saved.

As a result, a group of mysterious people were brought out. Needless to say, they hit a wall. Jiuqing killed three of them and captured two. But one of them committed suicide on the spot.

The remaining one attempted suicide but failed, but whenever he had time he would bite his tongue or go on a hunger strike.

The person in charge of this matter also had a huge headache.

In the end, he was completely restrained and given glucose injections every day to keep him alive.

As a result, I got diabetes not long ago and now I have to take insulin again.

This time, Wushang was participating in the mission of Biyou Village, so Yuqiu remembered this matter and told Wushang by the way. He was preparing to give Ma Xianhong a big gift.

As a result, this product was too good, and before Wushang gave it to him, Ma Xianhong handed over the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

Wu Shang was left speechless.

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After listening to this, Ma Xianhong remained silent for a long time. After a long time, Ma Xianhong said, "Can I go see them?"

"Of course! Come with me!" Wushang said and opened the door without saying a word.

After Ma Xianhong came out of the door, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He only felt the faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the air.

In front of us is a small hill covered with green grass.

There is a small river below and a wooden cottage not far away on the hillside.

From a distance, there was an old man who looked to be in his 70s doing carpentry work in the cottage.

There are wooden cats and dogs, and also a wooden Transformer.

There is also a wooden Iron Man mask, but it has been sprayed with gold and red paint.

Ma Xianhong couldn't help himself after seeing this scene and ran over directly.

He fell in front of the old man and cried, "Grandpa!"

The old man was stunned: "Who are you... kid? Do we know each other?"

Ma Xianhong's whole body suddenly froze, and he looked at this familiar old man in disbelief.

"Grandpa, I am Xianhong! Your grandson Ma Xianhong! Don't you recognize me..."

"Hey, baby, don't cry, don't cry. I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. Tell me slowly, maybe I will remember them..." The kind old man touched Ma Xianhong's head and comforted him.