Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 324: Raising Gods 4

In this way, Qiu Yueming raised Qing Wan like a kitten or a puppy, and at the same time searched through ancient books everywhere, trying to find out her origins.

In his spare time, he would tease her and talk to her. Seeing her getting angry and not being able to find the right words to scold her, he ended up crying. Qiu Yueming was simply amused by this.

Qing Wan was so angry and annoyed by his teasing that she walked towards him in two or three steps and kicked him on the calf angrily.

This child has been here for three months, and we finally taught her how to put on shoes today. She ran around the yard randomly, and her soles were dirty. She kicked on Qiu Yueming's clothes, leaving obvious footprints.

When Gu Zhuo, the eldest disciple of Qishan Sword Sect, came to deliver a memorial to their Grand Elder, he saw this scene.

Before leaving, his master gave him many instructions, saying that their supreme elder, Wuwang Daozun, was a gentleman who cultivated his character, was warm and elegant, and that he didn't need to worry too much about it.

But when he was led by Mu Tong into the hall, he heard a clear voice from a distance, gritting his teeth: "I'll say it again, come here."

"do not want!"

The voice that answered him was crisp and charming, and said with a hint of pride: "You deserve it!"

Those two pretty words were like a small stone, hitting the lake of people's hearts and creating ripples.

As he stepped into the hall, the faint scent of peony became completely stronger. Gu Zhuo tensed his body, and his heart was beating violently for some reason.

He dared to lift his eyelids and look not far away, and saw the girl standing in front of the window with a smug look on her face.

She has charming eyebrows, fair skin, and a smile on her lips. Standing in the sun, she is as beautiful as a little princess who has never experienced any hardship.

There was a pot of broken flowers at her feet, and she had a handful of soil in one hand. Judging from the dirty look of her other hand, it was obvious that she had held two handfuls of soil before.

As for the dirt on that hand, it has simply been transferred to Qiu Yueming.

The Taoist master, who had always been extremely obsessed with cleanliness, now had dirt scattered on his hair and several footprints on the hem of his exquisite robe. He looked extremely disheveled.

Qiu Yueming, who had never been offended like this, was originally very angry, but when he looked up at the smug look on the idiot's face, the anger in his heart was like a popped balloon.

This little bastard.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly appeared behind Qing Wan. He pulled open the back of her collar, and the white spiritual power on his fingertips condensed slightly, then formed a handful of fresh snow, which he quickly stuffed in.

All these actions took less than half a second to complete. Before Qing Wan could even react, she let out a cry of "Ah" from the cold.

Qiu Yueming couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. When he was about to say that this was a lesson, the child in front of him suddenly turned around and the handful of dirt in his hand was stuffed directly into his collar without warning.

She moved quickly and wanted to escape after taking revenge, but Qiu Yueming quickly grabbed her waist, held her horizontally across his legs, and spanked her hard on the butt twice.

"Little bastard! If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll be going crazy, right?"

Qing Wan didn't have the shame of a human being. She just felt hurt by the beating and struggled desperately on Qiu Yueming's legs like a cat with its fur standing on end. After hearing those words, she glared at him angrily and suddenly said, "God!"

Qiuyue knew clearly what these two inexplicable words meant. She meant that even if it was God, what could he do to her?

"It's really outrageous."

Qiu Yueming was so angry at her that he was about to laugh. He was ready to give her a hard blow by hitting her palm with a ruler. Otherwise, in a few days, she would probably step on his head to show off her power.

When he opened his eyes, Qiu Yueming wanted to ask Mu Tong to get the ruler, but he suddenly saw Gu Zhuo standing silently at the door.

He recognized him.

The eldest disciple of Tian Heng, the leader of the Qishan Sword Sect, is said to be a genius that only appears once in a thousand years. He has already entered the Void Transformation Realm in his twenties. It should be known that even his master Tian Heng took more than 150 years to achieve this.

Qiu Yueming felt nothing in his heart. After all, he had only used three days to reach the Void Transformation Realm. So this so-called genius, in his eyes, was truly mediocre to the extreme... "Hiss!"

When his thoughts strayed slightly, Qing Wan broke free from his restraints, grabbed his collar and stood up suddenly. With such hatred, she bit his neck directly, causing Qiu Yueming to gasp in pain.

So the two people who were competing with each other ignored the person who came.

Mu Tong was just a wooden puppet with a certain intelligence. Seeing that Dao Zun was "too busy to spare", he turned around and made a gesture of invitation to Gu Zhuo.

"Your memorial from Daoist Gu can be left here. Dao Zun will make a decision after reading it."

This is a polite way of getting rid of people.

But after Mu Tong finished speaking, there was no response from Gu Zhuo for a long time. It looked up and happened to see Gu Zhuo withdrawing his gaze from the front.

His eyes were lowered so low that no one could make out his expression, but he looked upright and elegant. He bowed politely and properly before turning around and leaving with Mu Tong.

After stepping over the threshold and taking several steps, I could still faintly hear the sounds inside the hall.

He heard Dao Zun cursing "little bastard" in a frustrated tone, but the doting and smile hidden in his words made it sound not like cursing but rather like intimate whispers in bed.

The voice that responded to him was a charming, sweet and soft one, but because of the distance, Gu Zhuo couldn't hear clearly what was said.

But just like the peony scent lingering on the tip of his nose, it seeped into his skin and flesh, and waves of numbing sensation surged up to his scalp.

Gu Zhuo buried his head lower and lower, not daring to let out the breath that was stuck in his chest.

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It was three days later that Qiu Yueming saw the memorial again. By then, he had finally managed to wash the little ancestor he had captured clean, and his clothes were covered with wet stains of various sizes.

His sleeves were rolled up above his arms, his hair was slightly disheveled, and he walked out of the bathtub panting. The flush on his face was not sure if it was caused by the heat or something else.

Mo Jingchun, who was sitting under the flowers and trees in the courtyard drinking tea and waiting for someone, almost spit out the tea in his mouth when he saw this scene. He looked at the miserable appearance of the black-hearted old devil as if he had seen a ghost.

"...Qiu, Qiu Yueming?"

He was in doubt and looked Qiu Yueming up and down, saying in an exaggerated tone: "Have you been possessed?!"

The latter opened his eyes and looked at him, his dark eyes wrapped in a layer of wet mist. No matter how surprised he was, he took three or two steps forward and drank several glasses of cold water.