Chapter 1192 - Chapter 1192: Dabao Speaks
Chapter 1192: Dabao Speaks
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The white-haired old man’s real name was actually Mei Qilin, but his nickname was Youdan. Speaking of which, it was not Dabao’s fault for not recognizing it. The word Qilin was so difficult that he had yet to learn it!
At first, Dabao saw the name and planned to call him Mei Lulu. However, Dabao thought about it again. Lulu was such a cute name. How could it be this lying old man in front of him? Then he said that his name was “Mei Youdan”. Well, it suited him quite well.
When the white-haired old man saw that Dabao and Xiaobao both revealed looks of realization, he felt terrible. Which name I just made up isn’t more reliable than “Mei Youdan”? You don’t believe those, but you believe this?
The white-haired old man suddenly felt that he might as well be locked up here forever. To hell with the fated person! He f*cking couldn’t wait anymore.
Why are you locked up here? Dabao wrote on the paper.
The white-haired old man was puzzled. Was this child a mute? He kept writing.
I’m asking you a question. Dabao wrote again.
“Dabao is asking you!” Xiaobao said.
“That’s right, that’s right!” Er’bao said.
“Waah, waah!” Yan Xiaosi also said.
The white-haired old man was extremely annoyed. Speaking of which, shouldn’t he be more curious about why the few of them appeared at the entrance of the holy land than why he was locked up here?
Who was the strangest one?
“Hey, little idiot, where’s your family? I just answered your question. It’s your turn to answer my question. Who brought you here?”
Dabao wrote a few lines seriously. When the white-haired old man saw that Dabao was willing to answer him seriously, he was quite satisfied. It was so long and quite detailed.
In the end, Dabao handed the white paper to him. He was dumbfounded. On the paper was written—We’re not called Little Idiots. We have names, but Dad and Mom said that any stranger who asks our names for no reason is a bad person.
At this point, the white-haired old man almost vomited blood again. What was going on? How did he suddenly become a baddie? You wrote so much just to say this? Aren’t your hands tired?
Dabao continued to write—but I don’t think so. My brother had already accidentally let it slip just now, but you still don’t know that I’m called Dabao. You’re not a bad person, you’re a fool.
Er’bao, Xiaobao, and Yan Xiaosi gave the white-haired old man disdainful expressions.
The white-haired old man: “…!!”
Oh my god, my heavens, what kind of children were they?
After appraising that the other party was a fool, the three little eggs decided not to ask him anymore. Hence, the white-haired old man looked at the little idiots that were originally quite curious about him and turned around… without hesitation!
They left just like that? Didn’t you want to ask me why I was locked up here? I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already not curious? Children nowadays… did their curiosity about things fade so quickly? How long had he been locked up? He felt like he could not keep up with the rhythm of this world!
“Stop right there!” The white-haired old man shouted.
Back then, he had committed a huge mistake and was suppressed here as the eye of the array. The patriarch had once said that he should repent here in peace. One day, there would definitely be a fated person passing by and save him from the array eye. What he had to do was bring the fated person to the holy land.
Could these little idiots be fated? He rejected it in his heart. But what if they really were? If he let them go just like that, he would miss the only chance to come out of the array core!
“You guys, stop!” Seeing that the little idiots were about to walk out of the secret room, the white-haired old man finally couldn’t help but speak.
Unexpectedly, the little idiots ignored him and left without looking back.
Boom—
A low stone grinding sound came from outside the secret room. The white-haired old man understood that this was a sign that the stone door had closed again. Once the stone door closed, he could not guarantee that the little idiots would not return here again.
He was anxious.
“You… you…” He suddenly remembered that the eldest was called Dabao? “Dabao!” he called. This time, his tone was very good. “I have something to tell you!”
The three little fellows stopped in their tracks and turned around in unison to look at him expressionlessly. Dabao picked up a pen and paper and wrote— what else do you have to say?
The white-haired old man was stunned again. These words were right, but why did it sound wrong?
Dabao wrote again—if you have something to say, say it quickly. If there’s…
Just as he was about to write something, Dabao turned to look at Yan Xiaosi behind him. Yan Xiaosi was lying on his shoulder, seriously watching him write..