One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"What are you all standing there for? Proceed with the plan! Ball Bro, it's your turn now!"

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled, his face beaming with excitement at the prospect of causing trouble.

He smoothly removed his coat, revealing a white vest he'd somehow acquired as a waiter, and was carrying a plate of neatly sliced, chilled watermelon.

"I'm best at this kind of service work."

Wang Zhenqiu crouched down and walked to the edge of the pool, half-kneeling on the soft cushion, and spoke softly:

"Good heavens...is the water temperature still right? Would you like me to add some rock sugar to taste?"

Zhang Tianyi didn't move; the sound from under the towel carried a lazy vibration:

"Little Ball, your steps are still too unsteady. Before you even get close, that air of wanting to watch the show is already wafting over with the steam."

"Oh, you are so wise!"

Wang Zhenqiu not only avoided the embarrassment of being exposed, but also took advantage of the situation.

He picked up a slice of watermelon, carefully removed all the seeds, and held it to Zhang Tianyi's mouth:

"I was just worried you'd get thirsty if you stayed here too long. Here, have a taste. I picked this watermelon myself; it's definitely a 'gratitude watermelon'."

Zhang Tianyi tilted his head slightly, glanced at Wang Zhenqiu, and took the watermelon from his mouth.

"Hmm...it's alright."

When Zhang Chulan saw Wang Zhenqiu take the lead, he cursed inwardly, "That perverted ball is so quick to steal credit," and quickly joined in.

"Master! I'm here! I'm here!"

Zhang Chulan rolled up his sleeves, made a couple of clenched fists in the air, and even faintly released a wisp of soft golden energy:

"Master, my grip is steady. This hot spring is nice, but soaking for too long can cause stagnation in the meridians. Shall I give you a shoulder massage?"

Before Zhang Tianyi could speak, Zhang Chulan's hand had already naturally landed on Zhang Tianyi's shoulder.

Three parts Tai Chi kneading, seven parts golden light vibration, perfectly avoiding pain points and directly targeting fatigue areas.

"hiss."

Zhang Tianyi sighed comfortably. Although this child was usually sly, his basic skills in serving others were truly superb.

"Grandson, your strength... has improved. It's more professional than when your grandpa used to massage my legs."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan was overjoyed and worked even harder: "That's right! Serving you, sir, deserves the treatment of a state guest!"

While the men were arguing fiercely, the atmosphere at the other end of the hot spring pool was unusually harmonious.

Chen Duo was sitting on the stone steps in the shallow water area, half of her body immersed in the warm water.

Feng Baobao was squatting by the pool, her hair casually tied in a bun, holding two mobile phones in her hands.

"Chen Duo, look here."

Feng Baobao pointed at the icon on the screen with a blank expression:

"This is called King of Glory. I'm the jungler, you come with me. Wait until I go in, then use your ultimate. Don't be afraid, you won't die."

Chen Duo took the phone somewhat awkwardly; the colorful images on the screen made her feel both curious and uneasy.

In the rest area of ​​the private hot spring, Hei Guan'er, Lao Meng, and Xiao Zizai were sitting in a row.

Blackie, holding a toothpick, listlessly counted the grapes on the plate:

"I'm telling you, this whole setup... does it really look like we're arresting a wanted criminal? It feels more like bodyguards on a tour with their boss on vacation."

Old Meng pushed up his glasses, looking at Chen Duo who was playing happily with Feng Baobao not far away, and tears began to well up in his eyes again:

"If only Liao Zhong could see this... That child is smiling, she's actually smiling..."

"Amitabha."

Xiao Zizai adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression as holy as an abbot who had just emerged from the main hall of the temple:

"This tranquil atmosphere does indeed help to reduce karmic obstacles."

"Of course, it would be even more perfect if there were freshly baked lamb spine hot pot to go with this steam."

Everyone: "Brother Xiao, please stop talking."

Chapter 107 Curing Gu Poison? Are you teaching a living god how to do things?

The hot spring pool was rippling with water.

Zhang Chulan's massage technique, which incorporated Tai Chi techniques, truly made Zhang Tianyi feel completely comfortable.

"call……"

Zhang Tianyi let out a long breath.

He closed his eyes, feeling the relaxation throughout his body, a contented smile playing on his lips.

"Grandson, your cooking skills are amazing."

"If you ever find yourself struggling anywhere else, come to me. I'll fund a massage parlor for you, and I guarantee you'll make it a huge success and achieve great things."

"Hehe, if you like it, Master, I'll massage you every day!"

Zhang Chulan smiled apologetically, but gradually slowed down his movements.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Chen Duo, who was playing games with Feng Baobao in the shallow water not far away, and then at Lao Meng and Hei Guan'er, who were sitting in the rest area looking at him expectantly.

Zhang Chulan knew that the time was almost right.

What is this called?

This is called emotional build-up.

Before discussing thorny issues with your boss, you must first make them feel good; this is the golden rule of the workplace.

“That…Second Master.”

Zhang Chulan stopped what he was doing and squatted down by the pool very naturally.

He gripped the edge of the pool with both hands, rested his chin on his arms, and adopted a serious yet troubled expression:

"You're feeling better now, but I, your grandson, still have a heavy weight on my heart."

Zhang Tianyi kept her eyes closed, not even removing the white towel from her head, and lazily hummed:

"Speak up. He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding. I, Dao Ye, have enjoyed your VIP-level Thai service, so I knew you had something to say."

"What? Did Fatty Zhao give you an ultimatum?"

"Master, you are truly wise! Nothing can escape your discerning eyes!"

Zhang Chulan sighed, his tone full of helplessness:

"Chen Duo's matter has now become a real dead end."

He started analyzing the situation by counting on his fingers:

“Look, Old Ma’s cultivation furnace, although it was an illegal building, was originally the hope of the whole village. Now the furnace has been vaporized by your thunderbolt, not even a trace is left.”

"The hope of removing the primordial Gu from Chen Duo's body through technological means has been completely shattered."

"As for the company, although Chairman Zhao is giving you face and doesn't dare to come directly to ask for her, Chen Duo is, after all, a walking biological weapon. The company absolutely cannot let her wander around outside like an ordinary person."

"But if we hand her back to the company, she'll definitely be locked up in the bunker again, never to see the light of day again. That outcome... not only would we temporary workers find it unbearable, but you, sir, would certainly be reluctant to do it too!"

At this point, Zhang Chulan glanced at Zhang Tianyi's expressionless face, and shrugged with a wry smile:

“Master, I know your ‘Tranquil Thunder Wedge’ technique is powerful. But you also said that it’s only a temporary suppression, a seal.”

"You can't keep her tied to your belt forever, constantly resealing her every now and then, can you?"

"This is just treating the symptoms, not the root cause! So... what should we do with this girl next?"

As Zhang Chulan finished speaking.

The temporary workers in the rest area also stood up and silently walked to the hot spring pool.

Old Meng's eyes were red-rimmed, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, and Hei Guan'er's brows were furrowed.

Xiao Zizai also put away his smile.

All eyes were focused on the white-robed Taoist priest in the water, whose mouth and nose were the only part of his body visible.

They were all hoping that this powerful old sage could provide a solution to the impasse.

The air was so quiet at that moment that only the gurgling sound of the hot spring water could be heard.

"Glug, glug..."

Zhang Tianyi slowly reached out, picked up a can of cola from the little yellow duck tray, and took two sips with the straw.

Then, he raised his hand and ripped off the hot towel covering his face.

Those eyes, as deep as an abyss, slowly swept over the gloomy faces on the shore.

"Tsk."

Zhang Tianyi looked at Zhang Chulan and suddenly let out an extremely contemptuous sneer.

He gripped the edge of the pool with both hands, water droplets sliding down his smooth, fair muscles.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone calm, yet carrying a Versailles-like quality:

"My dear grandson, I've noticed you have a pretty vivid imagination."

"Who told you... that I, Daoist Master, can only suppress it and have no way to cure this damned Gu poison?"

"boom!"

This statement was like dropping a depth charge into a calm lake.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it stirred up a huge wave in everyone's minds!

"what?!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened instantly, and his chin almost hit the marble edge of the pool:

"Master...Master, what did you say?! You can cure it?!"

The teacup in Lao Meng's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.