Hearing the urgent voice of Staff Lu, Yin Dong silently pointed the camera of the communicator at Sour Ru.

The sour scholar attacked a human junior. He didn't think it was anything, but at this moment he was facing each other. He still felt hot and said embarrassedly: "I'm here."

After saying that, he realized that what Staff General Lu just called him was still Senior Sour Confucian!

Inexplicably, the heart of the sour scholar was burned and he was overwhelmed by the surging sense of shame.

"Staff Officer Lu, you can tell Zhang Zhizun that Senior Sour Ru has come to my place. If he is convenient, he can come here to chat."

Yin Dong said, smiled at Soru and said, "Senior Soru don't mind spending more days with me here, right?"

Sour Ru smiled and asked, "If I mind, can you let me leave?"

"It will definitely not work until you get Zhang Zhizun's reply." Yin Dong said frankly, and also expressed his attitude of fully supporting Zhang Zhizun.

After leaving Sour Ru, Yin Dong exchanged a safe house in the trading market, let Sour Ru rest, and cooked himself to cook a big meal.

Sour Ru, who took a hot bath and changed into a Confucian shirt, actually shaved himself bald, and he looked particularly young and energetic.

He sat down at the dining table, looking at the delicious food on the table, and sighed: "This is the life that a living person lives. What a pity, this table of food is probably a dead end."

"Ahem..." Yin Dong choked in saliva and shook his head and laughed, "I am just treating guests, and entertaining you, a senior who has made contributions to the human race. As for the others, it depends on how Zhang Zhizun decides."

The sour ruler paused with the chopsticks, then reached to the plate of the spicy shrimp, and said mockingly: "Zhang Zhizun's verbal skills have always been very powerful, and he has fooled you and made you ignore the injury of your own ancestor."

"You have to deceive yourself so much, and I don't want to say anything more."

It can be seen that the Soru had hatred for Zhang Zhizun, or wanted to shirk responsibility, but Yin Dong exposed it mercilessly.

Sour Religion: "..." What are the truths that are nonsense?!!

He glanced at Yin Dong with a squint, his heart was very stuffy, but the spicy shrimp made by this kid tasted really good... No, all the dishes on the table were delicious.

I haven't eaten such a delicious meal for many years. Even if I eat a silly rice, it's worth it!

Thinking of the three words "dead rice", the sour scholar even more ate the sea and stuffed it. It was like wind sweeping away the food on the table, and the chopsticks flashed, which brought out a string of afterimages.

Yin Dong simply put down his chopsticks, looked at the Sour Confucian transformed into Taotie, smiled silently, and said, "Anyway, I believe in intuition. I think Zhang Zhizun is trustworthy, and I also hope that he will restrain you human seniors."

"Constraint me!" Sour Ru rolled her eyes and wanted to complain. When she spoke to her tongue, she turned into a sigh, and then... continue to eat!

The food on the table was filled with food, and the food was burping.

Zhang Zhizun came very quickly. It happened that Yin Dong had boiled water and brewed a pot of tea. When he was about to pour a cup of tea for Sour Ru, he came from the teleportation array.

"Yin Dong?" After Zhang Zhizun came down from the teleportation array, blood-devouring branches flew over, blocking him and making him pause.

"Please come in." Yin Dong responded in the wooden house, and his figure appeared at the door of the wooden house.
Chapter completed!