Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

"Master, I need to go to the Taibusi to meet up with Uncle Yang."

Are you going to stay on Changle Street and continue shopping, or come with me?

When Qi Ye saw Jing Yuan put Jing Liu on the ground, she squatted down and looked at Jing Liu at eye level.

He thought Jingliu would hesitate, after all, his master had always been independent and didn't like being treated like a child.

But Jingliu just lowered her head and remained silent for a while, her little hands clutching his clothes tightly.

She thought to herself that, logically speaking, she had come to Luofu with a plan and shouldn't have gone with him.

But now she has the mind of a child, and after being separated for so long, she can't bear to part again.

She looked up at Qiye, trying to make her tone sound like a well-considered decision:

"I'll go with you. There's nothing else to do anyway."

"Let's do it together!"

Before Qiye could answer, a voice came from the side.

Jingyuan had bent down again at some point and picked Jingliu up from Qiye and carried him back.

"I was just about to go to the Imperial Apostles to see how the interrogation preparations were going, and I thought I'd take Xiao Liuliu for a walk along the way."

"Little Liu Liu, you haven't finished that pancake yet. Let me hold it for you, and I'll give it to you later."

March 7th muttered quietly to himself:

"I have a feeling that Miss Yuanjing and Qiye are fighting over a master."

Xing pushed up his sunglasses and gave a business analysis:

Competition is an inevitable result of a market economy.

However, Miss Yuanjing clearly has the upper hand right now because she has the baked flatbread.

……

The group walked through several main streets and arrived at the agreed square.

Walter was already waiting there. When he saw the group approaching, he first habitually pushed up his glasses.

Then, his gaze naturally fell on the two extra people in the group.

One is Yuan Jing, a white-haired girl holding a white-haired little girl, and the other is the white-haired little girl herself.

"Miss Yuanjing, you've come too. And who is this little boy?"

"Uncle Yang, this is my master, not a child."

Qi Ye corrected him solemnly, becoming unusually serious.

"Her background is a bit complicated, but in short, she is my master."

Walter looked at the white-haired little girl in front of him who looked only seven or eight years old.

She glanced again at Qiye's face, which seemed to say, "I'm very serious."

He recalled what Suya had done in the past and quickly accepted reality.

He turned his gaze back to the little girl in front of him, but this time his expression was serious:

"Hello, sir."

Jingliu had already mentally prepared himself to be treated like a child by yet another person.

To her surprise, the middle-aged man wearing glasses actually greeted her in a tone befitting an equal.

She paused for a moment, then immediately broke free from Jing Yuan's embrace and returned the greeting in a manner completely unlike that of a seven or eight-year-old child:

"Greetings, sir. My apprentice is unruly and has caused you much trouble."

Walter smiled slightly, showing no disrespect whatsoever for the child before him:

"Not at all. Although your disciple may act impulsively at times, he is never ambiguous in crucial moments and is a reliable companion."

Upon hearing this, Jingliu's eyes welled up with tears.

This was the first time anyone had ever spoken to her about her disciple in this tone, after she had become like this.

They truly respected her as Qiye's master.

She nodded, trying her best to appear like a mentor, but the curve of her lips couldn't hide her pride.

"Of course, the apprentices I teach are reliable."

Qi Ye listened from the side, thinking to himself that Uncle Yang was indeed Uncle Yang, and that a single sentence from him had moved his master to such a state.

Finally, March 7th couldn't resist peeking out from the side and interrupting this mutual flattery:

"Uncle Yang, you just said that someone was handing over the Kafka matter. Where is that person?"

Didn't they tell us to come and assemble here?

Walter then snapped out of his daze and took out his phone from his pocket to check the message:

"The person who was handing over the work had something come up and asked me to go to this address to find him."

They said the tea there is good, and you can chat while you drink.

He showed his phone screen to everyone.

On March 7th, I went over to take a look and found that the place looked exactly like a card room.

She subconsciously turned to look at Jing Yuan, asking her with a questioning gaze if she knew this place.

Jing Yuan leaned over and took a look:

"I do know this place. It's not a teahouse, it's a card room."

The environment is acceptable, and the owner is nice too.

"They arranged to meet us at the card room to hand over official business. Isn't there something wrong with the person doing this?"

March 7th Rant.

Walter put away his phone and said calmly:

"Alright, since Miss Yuanjing knows us, please lead the way."

"Finish the handover as soon as possible, and get back to Kafka as soon as possible."

Jingyuan nodded and then picked up Jingliu again.

Xing, watching this scene from the side, said something to Qiye.

"Your master is about to be taken away!"

Qi Ye rolled her eyes and ignored her.

He's more concerned about something else now.

Setting the meeting place at the card room, this plot seems to be about that guy Qingque.

I wonder if Qingque gave Fu Xuan his underwear today, since he was still able to come out and take on business and play cards normally.

If Fu Xuan finds out, this girl will probably have to sweep the streets.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and quicken his pace.

Meanwhile, inside the card room.

Qingque deftly arranged the cards in her hand.

He poured out his grievances to his card-playing friends, filled with a despair that made him feel like he had no will to live:

"Brothers, I'm really done for this time."

As you all know, I recently offended the Grand Diviner, and I'll probably be making things difficult for him for the rest of my life.

And just now, they gave me a big task: to receive people from some kind of Star Train.

That sounds like a tough job!

"I probably won't have many more opportunities to play cards in the future. This is likely the last free hand of my professional career."

Old Zhang, her card-playing buddy next to her, was about to say a few words of comfort, but before he could speak...

Then I saw Qingque suddenly jump up from her chair and slam the cards in her hand onto the table.

He shouted with great excitement:

"I won! A pure suit of pairs! Pay up, pay up, pay up! Old Zhang, don't just stand there, you owe me three rounds!"

Old Li, you're the same, you haven't settled the score from the last game yet!

Hurry, hurry, before I have to do that grueling job, let me win back my principal!

The other card players looked at each other in disbelief, watching her switch from despair to ecstasy in a single second.

He doesn't seem like someone who wants to completely leave the world of poker.

Old Zhang silently took out some money from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and muttered to himself:

"Didn't you just say you'd never be able to play cards again in your life? How come you're having better luck than usual?"

As Qingque gathered the chips toward herself, she answered with a grin:

"It's precisely because we won't be able to play anymore that we're making up for all the future opportunities today!"

"One more time! One more round!"

She had just rearranged the cards when she suddenly caught a glimpse of several people walking into the card room.

Leading the group was none other than the Grand Diviner's Starry Sky Train crew, and Qingque's smile instantly froze.

The people from the Star Train have arrived, and the arduous handover has officially begun.

Her last hand of free cards at the poker table also marked the end of the game.

She put down her cards and said to her fellow card players with a sorrowful expression:

"Everyone, my time of freedom is over."

Next, I'm going to work for the Tabushi.

Remember to save me a spot. Maybe I can sneak back for another round after I finish this job.

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