267: C267 Secret Connector?

C267 Secret Connector?

"Where is he?"

Yaolyi's words came out of the phone and got into Hsiao Hee's ears with a chill.

"What's the matter?" Hsiao Hee asked.

"Nope."

At the other end of the line, there was only one simple word, and then silence.

"Do we talk about normal people?"

The black line on Hsiao Hee's forehead, which had just calmed down a moment ago, raised once again, "You make it sound like you're talking about some secret organization."

"…"

There was a moment of silence, then a sound.

"Come to my room." There was a hint of command in Yaolyi's tone.

Saying that, she hung up the phone, not giving Hsiao Hee any chance to ask.

What was this girl up to?

Hsiao Hee was confused. He washed his face in the washroom, then went next door to knock on Yaolyi's room door.

Yaolyi opened the door and turned around.

The television in the room was turned on and the news program continued to broadcast the current events in China.

"You like to see this?" Hsiao Hee was a bit surprised by Yaolyi's taste.

This woman's body was able to bear more, and her mind was able to bear more.

Such boring content in the broadcast could not be considered boring. Hsiao Hee really didn't think that a girl would be staring at such an old-fashioned content in the broadcast.

"It just opened. I didn't have the time to change the channel." Yaolyi said as she raised her hand and shook it a few times.

Only then did Hsiao Hee realize that her right hand was holding a remote control and not a knife.

"Speak, why did you call me here?"

Hsiao Hee didn't mind at all. He sat down comfortably on the soft sofa and turned his head to look at Yaolyi.

"It's nothing."

Yaolyi avoided Hsiao Hee's gaze and looked at the TV screen. She pressed the remote control in her hand one after another, but there didn't seem to be a satisfactory channel.

"Let's sit down and talk." Hsiao Hee was embarrassed to see her standing there and pointed at the sofa beside her.

"I know!" Yaolyi's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

She seemed to be hesitating a bit as she shyly walked to a corner of the sofa and sat on it with half of her butt resting on it.

"Take it off, let me see." Hsiao Hee slapped his forehead helplessly.

How could he not understand this?

This was clearly an injury to his butt, he couldn't sit still at all.

"What did you say?" Yaolyi stared at Hsiao Hee with her eyes wide open. At some point, the controller in her hand had turned into a knife.

Yaolyi's drawing speed and Big Dipper's drawing speed were two of a kind.

However, just like that, it was said that he was not the strongest dragon among them.

Hsiao Hee really didn't know what kind of monsters were inside the 'dragon', but compared to the elite human soldiers, they were way stronger.

Hsiao Hee took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest and shook it in front of her. He said in a resentful tone, "Fertility Powder, specialized in dispelling scars. Goodbye from your pain."

"How did you know I was injured?" Yaolyi asked with an astonished expression.

"I can tell from the way you're sitting." Hsiao Hee said proudly, "How can there be a sofa with only half a butt?"

Yaolyi didn't expect this man to be so attentive. She couldn't help but nod and say, "Give me the powder. I'll wipe it myself."

"Do you think this is flour? How much of it would you waste if you wiped it yourself? Also, can you cut open the wound yourself? "

Hsiao Hee waved his hand without a care, "It's just a wound. What else is it? Come on, take it off!"

"Can I get other people to help?" Yaolyi still had some hesitation.

Obviously, the location of the wound this time was a little … Offset...

"Who should I ask for help? Say someone? " Hsiao Hee asked.

"Senior apprentice-sister, or someone else."

"You still have a senior sister?" Hsiao Hee asked in confusion.

Yaolyi was the foster daughter of the Dragon King. Her senior sister? Wouldn't that mean that his seniority was extremely high? Someone on the same level as Hsiao Ze?

"She came under the tutelage of the Dragon King before me. She is also the adopted daughter of the Dragon King." Yaolyi said.

"Does the Dragon King have an adopted son?" Hsiao Hee rolled his eyes and asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious."

"Nope." Yaolyi answered bluntly.

Hsiao Hee's gaze turned strange. Could it be that before him, the Dragon King had such a weird habit?

Yaolyi saw the look of wanting to beat Hsiao Hee up, and immediately knew what kind of dirty thoughts he had.

"Whiz!"

With a 'shua' sound, her dagger was pressed against Hsiao Hee's neck. She coldly said, "Don't be disrespectful to your foster father, otherwise —"

Before Yaolyi could finish her sentence, she felt a crisp sound from the dagger in her hand.

Clang!

Hsiao Hee's index and middle fingers had been caught on the blade of the dagger at some point. He exerted a little force and the dagger snapped.

"I'm not being disrespectful." Hsiao Hee smiled and took a step back, avoiding her sharp eyes, "This is a respect that only men have."

He knew that this topic wasn't what Yaolyi liked. Furthermore, Hsiao Hee also knew the position that his master, who couldn't move a muscle, held in these people's hearts.

Therefore, he quickly changed the topic, saying, "Since she's your senior sister, then isn't she my junior sister as well?"2

"She's older than you, and she doesn't know you."

Yaolyi stared blankly at the broken blade in her hand. Shock flashed across her eyes. In the end, she felt discouraged and threw the broken blade on the table beside her.

This guy was still unfathomably deep, even when his body was extremely relaxed and he wasn't on guard at all.

The animal instinct gave her the creeps.

However, Hsiao Hee didn't care about the shock in Yaolyi's heart at all. He continued to shamelessly ask.

He was very curious about who Yaolyi's elder sister was.

"What kind of woman is she? Isn't she beautiful? "

"This has nothing to do with you." Yaolyi rolled her eyes at Hsiao Hee.

"Forget it, I was just asking." Hsiao Hee said, "Are you sure you want to wait for her to wipe it for you? Where is she now? "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." Yaolyi shook her head.

The mission outside the Dragon was confidential, and even they, the insiders, should not know what their comrades were out on.

Often, they would either see that the mission was over and the person had returned, or directly send back news of the person's death and the mission had failed.

"Forget it, it's up to you. I'll leave the things here. Goodbye."

With that, Hsiao Hee put the jade bottle on the table and turned to leave.

"Wait." Yaolyi thought that Hsiao Hee was unhappy and quickly shouted.

"Why?" Hsiao Hee asked while standing at the door.

"Close the door." Yaolyi's gaze was fixated on the television screen. She said this as if she was really attracted by this old-fashioned program.

Hsiao Hee closed the door, picked up the jade bottle on the table again and said, "Other than the butt, are there any other injuries?"

"There's nothing else." Yaolyi replied unnaturally.

Hsiao Hee was surprised to see a hint of bashfulness on her face.

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