No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 122 Qingming Hall 3

Old Liu was a little puzzled by Wu Baitian's finger pressing action, but he didn't delve into it. He just took a step and slowly walked to the end of the corridor.

Wu Baitian held Old Liu's arm all the time, his eyes wandering among the words on the stone slab, until a familiar name jumped into his eyes, accompanied by a puzzling sentence.

"Lin Zhonghan, Dad, I'm here!"

"Mr. Liu, Lin Zhonghan's father is very powerful, right?"

Lin Yi looked up at Wu Baitian, not understanding why she suddenly mentioned his grandfather.

In an instant, Old Liu's blood, energy, and spiritual power surged. Then he turned around abruptly and pressed his palm heavily on Wu Baitian's shoulder.

There was an unquestionable severity in his tone: "You can't possibly have any connection with him, so why do you want to know about him?"

Before he could finish his words, an indescribable pressure, like an invisible hand, instantly strangled the throats of Wu Baitian and the other two, making it difficult for them to breathe. Their legs bent involuntarily and they suddenly fell to their knees on the ground.

Wu Baitian was closest to Old Liu, and at the same time, his shoulders were held in Old Liu's hands, so he did not kneel down.

Although Wu Baitian was closest to Old Liu, his shoulders were tightly clamped by Old Liu, so he barely maintained his body shape and did not kneel down directly.

Facing the mountain-like heavy pressure from Old Liu, even Wu Baitian, who possessed the memories of two lives, felt unprecedented heaviness and oppression. His mind felt as if being hit by a huge hammer, and he felt dizzy and in unbearable pain.

Wu Baitian bit his tongue hard, and blood gushed out instantly. He barely managed to stay awake, and pointed his trembling fingers at the stone slab on the wall.

He said with difficulty: "There, there... there are words carved by him. He is the principal of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, and we, we are all students of No. 1 Middle School."

After hearing the word "Qingcheng", Old Liu finally withdrew the pressure he had released and loosened his hand on Wu Baitian's shoulder.

Wu Baitian then felt relieved and his body collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

"You little kid are so naughty that I misunderstood you."

Old Liu wanted to pat Wu Baitian on the head, trying to ease his tension.

He couldn't help but become wary of this little girl.

However, being so vigilant as to take direct action, even if it was just a tiny release of pressure, was indeed a bit too much of a bullying to the child.

Although it was difficult for him to apologize, as he was too old to bow to a younger person, an act of comfort was necessary.

But Mr. Liu didn’t touch any hair. Why was the scalp bald? Could it be that this was not a girl?

Wu Baitian was annoyed and pushed away Liu Lao's hands, saying, "Liu Lao, this is a head, not a string!"

She was pulled up from the ground by Lin Yi and Yuan Que. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and picked up the crutch that Old Liu had thrown on the ground, without any temper at all.

Yuan Que got angry: "Old Liu! You said you can ask any questions you want, why are you so angry?"

Lin Yi also felt that this crappy school was full of insane ideas. It was okay that they always spoke half-heartedly, had a high mortality rate, and guarded the two entrances to the abyss, but was it okay that they were bullied by their elders in school if they had a disagreement?

He also muttered: "Just ask my grandfather's father, is it against the law? You are bullying people!"

This time, Mr. Liu stopped and put away his crutches. He turned around and gently placed his hand on Lin Yi's face, delicately tracing the contours of Lin Yi's facial features with his fingertips.

Lin Yi wanted to hide, but his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move.

"I heard from that old man that he has a beautiful little great-grandson. When I saw him today, he is indeed very handsome."

Mr. Liu laughed heartily, as if he had encountered a great event in his life.

He held Lin Yi's wrist, feeling Lin Yi's vigorous vitality, and said patiently: "You don't have to listen to that girl, let alone your grandfather. Anyway, you shouldn't go to this crappy school like Wushen Wuda.

Pick one from the other three, I'll arrange it for you!"

Lin Yi burst out all his energy and blood, and finally managed to break free from Old Liu's grasp. He stood close to Wu Baitian and said, "Who I listen to is my business. I will definitely become the God of War!"

"You!" Old Liu wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Wu Baitian heard some clues from what Old Liu said, so he put the cane in Old Liu's hand, supported his arm and walked forward slowly, while asking in a very low voice:

"Lin Yi's great-grandfather must be a very powerful figure, Mr. Liu, do you think he is the God of War?"

"Nonsense! Stop guessing!" Old Liu scolded. He had no idea what this girl was thinking. Logically speaking, with his attitude towards her just now, she should be the most angry one.

However, unexpectedly, she still maintained her initial respect for him and even helped him up by the arm again.

Respect the old and love the young? But Mr. Liu thought to himself that this girl didn't seem to be a simple kind person.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just carve the slate and get out of here."

Wu Baitian totally disagreed. She knew in her heart that this was not possible.

Although she did not know the true name of the God of War, she was sure that no one would call him "old boy" so lightly behind his back.

It was just a test. After all, the information she knew was really limited.

Fortunately, she had a good brain and wrote down every word on the stone slab on the wall.

One day, you will know.

It doesn’t make much difference whether you know about this kind of historical stuff today or not.

It is enough to find out that Lin Yi's background is not simple and he has a close relationship with Mr. Liu.

After Mr. Liu pointed out the location where the wooden board was placed to Wu Baitian, he continued to persuade Lin Yi without giving up.

After Wu Baitian took out the arrow tip and carved his name on it, he began to think about what to write.

Yuan Que wrote very straightforwardly, "Yuan Que, I've been to Diyuan before? Let me see you too!"

Yuan Que placed the wooden board in front of Old Liu. Old Liu touched the words on it with his fingers and praised with a smile: "Yuan Que, you have a good name and you are a generous person! This is for you as a gift for your matriculation."

As he spoke, he handed Yuan Que a purse made of gold silk, on which was embroidered the word "Wu" in a flamboyant style.

Yuan Que walked out of Qingming Hall with a heavy purse in his hand.

At this time, Wu Baitian also handed over the slate he had written, waiting for Mr. Liu's admission gift.

However, after Mr. Liu touched the words on it, he remained silent.

"Here you go! Go, go, go!" Old Liu also handed Wu Baitian a purse.

Wu Baitian also guessed that he might have something else to say to Lin Yi, so he walked out of Qingming Hall.

"Come out! You guys took so long that all the flowers have wilted while I was waiting here."

Mu Qinzao was waiting on the steps with two cups of turquoise liquid in his hands, and another cup was already in Yuan Que's hand.

"Try it. It's a specialty of Beiyuan. It can help improve your mental strength a little."

Wu Baitian took it and drank it all in one gulp. It had a refreshing fragrance mixed with a hint of bitterness. The taste was not pleasant, but it was not unpalatable either.

After drinking it, the effect was quite significant. My originally chaotic thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

Since he did not leave through the door that led to Qingming Hall, Wu Baitian was filled with strong curiosity when he saw the completely unfamiliar scene in front of him.

Mu Qinzao looked behind Wu Baitian and found that there was no one there. "Where's Lin Yi? Did he go home?"

"Holding on to the big leg~We'll have to wait a while." Wu Baitian's eyes were fixed on the giant white bone dragon head a hundred meters away with a focused expression.

Mu Qinzao looked at Wu Baitian in disbelief: "Holding thighs??? Are you kidding? Everyone knows that Old Man Liu's thighs are thick, but who has ever hugged them?"