My Empress is My Bad Girl

After the bell was finished, he innocently asked the children, "Sister, did you run out of home too?"

The toddler smiled and said, "I am not. But you came so many years earlier than me, how do you call me Senior Sister?"

Ling Dang explained: "In our Piaoyun Village, the ranking of seniority does not look at age, but martial arts, or status. I am just the lowest disciple of the outer sect, but you are a direct disciple of the elder, and your status is far above us I should call you Senior Sister."

The child asked: "Are there many direct disciples?"

Ling Dang shook his head: "Only the owner and the elders are qualified to accept direct disciples. Before the senior sister, we had less than 20 direct disciples in Piaoyun Village."

"How many inner disciples are there?"

"There are thousands of people."

"So many? What about the outer door?"

"That's too much, how can there be tens of thousands."

"..." The toddler was surprised.

Is this still called the Villa?

Ling Dang smiled and said: "Sister, our Piaoyun Village is named Shanzhuang, but in fact it is a big school. The owner is our gang leader. It is not uncommon to have so many outside disciples."

"So many disciples, can they teach it?"

"Outer disciples have their own officers from the outer door to manage them, and most of the time the outer disciples need to be responsible for various affairs inside and outside the villa. Including the outside business of the villa, they are also managed by the outer disciples.

"Are there still business?"

"Farmland, business, everything." Bell was a little proud, "I will know when the senior sister is familiar with it."

The child asked: "So, all outer disciples and inner disciples have to salute me when they see me?"

"It's natural."

The child thought to himself, this piece of Lichen really gave himself a great benefit.

Ling Dang said: "In our villa, disciples have many privileges."

"Privilege? Tell me a little bit. But now I'm hungry. Let's find a place to eat and talk while eating."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

Bell took out a towel and said to the toddler, "Don't be afraid, Sister, you follow me and follow me."

The toddler asked: "Are you not afraid of falling?"

"It's okay to fall."

"what?"

"Sister, it's not deep below."

"..." The child thought that you lied to the ghost, and asked smoothly, "Who told you not to go deep?"

"I heard what others said."

"Who did other people say?"

"I don't know." Bell shook his head, "but everyone knows."

The toddler smiled and asked, "Then have you seen anyone who fell and climbed up again?"

Bell was dumbfounded, and slowly shook his head: "No..."

"Of course you can't see it."

"Why?"

"died!"

The toddler is out of anger.

This level of brainwashing in Piaoyun Village can be called the MLM organization that the mother said.

Bell Ding was obviously shocked, his mouth was slightly open, and his face turned pale.

The child squeezed her bulging cheeks: "Why, dare not to pass?"

Bell shook his head, but the voice was obviously lowered: "I've never fallen anyway, I'm already very skilled."

"Then, you take my waist card and get me something to eat. Anything will do." The child handed over the sign.

Bell glanced at it, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No way."

"Why not?"

"This is the elder's waist card. If an outer disciple in our area uses it, he will be regarded as disrespectful, and maybe he will be expelled."

"Then what if I use it?"