Chapter 2238

Ling Tian hung up the phone and wanted to go to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep over and over. He always felt that he seemed to have missed something.

Ling Tian simply got up and put out the things in the storage bag to see if he could remember anything.

This is what Ling Tian shows off. If you want to show off, you have to find the object of show off.

The big bed was full. Ling Tian counted the harvest. Suddenly he patted his forehead and remembered what he had forgotten. The treasure rat was so excited that he somersaulted in another pile of spirit stones. Ling Tian was not worried that he would steal it. He wouldn't take the initiative to swallow it without his master's order.

Ling Tian felt it was necessary to inform his master about the treasure like the treasure rat. The old man's insight will give him a lot of useful insight.

Ling Tian thought of it, and suddenly fell asleep. He dialed the phone number that was too ripe to be ripe. After waiting for a while, the familiar voice came from inside.

"I said you smelly boy, old man. I've just had two days to stop. You've almost made a phone call every day these days..."

The old man talked endlessly, as if mixed with widow Yang's light laughter.

Ling Tian thought maliciously, has the old man lived with widow Yang? He blurted out: "old man, when are you going to give me a little younger martial sister?"

The old man immediately felt guilty and coughed, "cough, what are you talking about, smelly boy? I'm a serious man. Come on, what's the matter with this call."

Ling Tian rolled his eyes. The old man is a serious man. Pull it down. He still remembers that when he was seven or eight years old, the old man took himself to peep into widow Yang's bath. While looking at it, he said that widow Yang's ass was very good, and so on.

The master who took his apprentice to see women take a bath in the world is only his own old man.

However, Ling Tian has a good conscience. For the sake of the old man pulling himself and his younger martial sister, although he is the chef of Ling Tian since he was eight years old, Ling Tian still didn't continue to uncover the old man's true face, but talked about business.

"Old man, do you remember what I told you the other day?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

Obviously, the old man didn't take it to heart at all.

Ling Tian sighed, and his master was too unreliable: "old man, the people of he family found the tomb of Liu An, king of Huainan..."

At present, Ling Tian was so crisp that he said it and expected the old man to take the initiative to mention it. Even if Ling Tian ran out of phone charges, it is not very reliable.

"Liu An, king of Huainan, ah? Whose tomb do you say? Liu An, king of Huainan?"

The old man's words were a little careless. He repeated them. His voice immediately increased more than eight degrees, which made Lingtian's ears buzzing.

It can be seen that the old man was really shocked.

Ling Tian took out his ears and must have answered, "yes, it's the tomb of Liu An, king of Huainan."

"You must not enter his mausoleum. Liu Anke, king of Huainan, is a person who almost wants to rise. At the beginning, if he was not too greedy and wanted to take his family and neighbors to another world together, there would be no problem with his strength. Maybe... You can't think of such a person's mausoleum."

The old man's tone was quite nervous, and a large series of words roared out of his mobile phone one after another.

"I've gone in..."

Ling Tian was silent. Sure enough, the old man had more secret news than himself. What surprised him was that he had read all the classics of the sect, but there was no news about it. Did the old man know so well?

"Ah? Just stay there. Don't touch anything in the mausoleum, especially the coffin that may contain Liu An, the king of Huainan. Wait for me there. I'll go there immediately and tell me the approximate location."

The old man's words were nervous and anxious. He couldn't wait to interrupt Ling Tiande's words.

"I said, old man, will you let me finish first? I went in and now I'm out." Ling Tian was moved. The old man was hard spoken and soft hearted. When he and his younger martial sister were in mortal danger, he would choose to do it without hesitation.

"Hoo... Really?"

The old man exhaled heavily, aggravated his tone and asked.

"Well, yes, old man. I called you as soon as I came out."

"Just come out, just come out. I said Ling Tian, my old man is old. You can't frighten me and scare me to death. You have to wear hemp and filial piety for me!"

Ling Tian rolled his eyes, selectively ignored what his old man said, and then said, "I got a good thing. Don't you know if you're interested, old man?"

"Did you move the things in the mausoleum?"

The old man's tone became tense again. It seemed that it was a great event to move the funerary objects in the tomb of Liu An, king of Huainan.

"No, it's a treasure hunt mouse from Ho family!"

Ling Tian said proudly, treasure rat, this thing is absolutely not among the ancient warriors now.

"Hiss, did I hear you right? Are you sure it's a treasure rat?"

The old man rubbed his teeth and asked incredulously.

"I said, old man, I'm not you. I'm not old enough to be confused. Of course, it's a treasure rat. Just after I came out of the grave, I found a gold mine for me. This little thing is really powerful."

Lingtian's tone was full of pride.

"Yes, yes. Indeed, he is worthy of being my apprentice. He has my style of that year."

The old man's words are more proud than Ling Tian. It's not Ling Tian who let the Buddha get the treasure rat, but he.

"Old man, will this treasure rat make other hermit sects jealous?"

Ling Tian was worried and asked.

"Well... I'm sure I'll be jealous. After all, the treasure hunt mouse can be said to be against the sky. With the help of this little thing, it can almost be said that the probability of flying has increased by more than 80%. So, are you safe now? Has anyone seen the treasure hunt mouse? Kill all those who see it immediately, and I'll rush there immediately. There are secrets in our sect The method can change the appearance of the treasure hunt mouse. "

The old man's words are murderous. Ling Tian knows it clearly in his heart. He doesn't think there is anything strange or inappropriate in the old man's words. It has a great relationship with the treasure hunt mouse.

"No one else saw it, but the disciple of he family in the ancient tomb should know the existence of the treasure hunt mouse. I'm not sure if the news will spread because all the people on the spot have died."

Ling Tian felt that as long as he wasn't particularly unlucky, he shouldn't let people know that he got the treasure hunt mouse.

The people of the he family are not so stupid. They spread the news of the treasure hunt mouse. After this incident, I'm afraid the he family will become a street mouse in China, let alone leak Ling Tian.

Even if it is said, the ancestors of he family are the strength of the peak of ningdan territory after all. Lingtian is just the peak of Qihai territory. It doesn't look like a person who can grab the treasure rat. The only thing to worry about is that the children of the hidden family may know the news, but they don't have to worry too much, because they can only choose to live in anonymity for the sake of their family.

"Well, that's good. Tell me your address and I'll go there immediately. You'll stay in a hidden place these days. Don't let people see the treasure rat."

The old man pondered for a moment and made a decision.

Ling Tian agreed and told the old man where he was staying and the name of the hotel he had stayed. Obviously, the old man's plan is to come and change the appearance of the treasure hunt mouse with a secret method, and then enter the mausoleum to eliminate the roots.

Then the old man explained a few more words, and then hurriedly hung up the phone.

Ling Tian and the old man immediately relaxed after talking on the phone. His head was next to the pillow and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as I got up, it was already bright. Ling Tian had slept for at least 17 or 8 hours. Now it was probably early morning.

Lingtian actually wanted to sleep a little longer, but the door of the presidential suite was banged. Lingtian had to get up and open the door with bleary eyes.

Shaking to the door, Ling Tian muttered, "this five-star hotel is not very good. The service is too bad. It's a clear dream in the morning."

When I opened the door, I heard a pleasant apology: "Sir, I'm sorry, the phone in your room can't get through. An old gentleman is looking for you. I hope you can forgive our interruption."

The waitress bowed repeatedly. If she didn't have to, she didn't want to disturb the guests in the presidential suite. But in the morning, an old man dressed in sloppy clothes broke into the hotel, reported the room number of the hotel and said he was looking for his son.

Loud noise in the service hall obviously affects the rest of hotel guests and, more importantly, the image of the hotel.

Originally, the lobby manager of the hotel ordered the security guards to take some tough measures to invite out the impolite old man, but what made the lobby manager toothache was that the old man was very fierce. More than a dozen security guards lay on the ground with their lower bodies covered in less than three minutes and refused to take another step forward.

At a loss, manager Datang could only agree to the old man's request and quickly took him outside Lingtian's door.

Most of the old man is really not flattering.

He was wearing a wrinkled red hurdle vest, and his big underpants had just reached his knees. He didn't know what he was carrying in his pants pocket. What's more, he was carrying a snake skin bag behind him, which was powerlessly held in the hands of the lobby manager.

The crude cigarette sent out a thick choking question. The old man was impolitely bouncing the ash on the ground, which made the lobby manager's eyelids jump.

His forehead is shiny and can almost shine a figure. The front end of the three yuan slipper on his feet has cracked a gap of about five centimeters. He looks like he will die, but he still has to continue to be devastated by the old man's smelly feet.

This Fu Zunrong, no wonder this five-star hotel didn't agree to help him find someone at the beginning. How do you think of his appearance, you can't get in touch with the guests in the presidential suite.

If the old man's dress is thrown next to the dustbin on the street, it will not make others doubt anything.

Ling Tian was not surprised to see the old man's dress.

The old man's aesthetic outlook is really worrying. When he sent himself to school, he dressed almost the same, which is the style handed down by the old man from generation to generation.

Only later, Lingtian's girlfriends naturally refused to let their boyfriends be sloppy. After a period of correction, Lingtian's living habits and aesthetic views were slowly corrected.

Ling Tian opened the door vaguely. Just after the service lady said, the old man threw the cigarette to the ground and stamped out the cigarette end. Immediately, a dark trace appeared on the carpet, and a burning smell escaped in the corridor. His tone seemed quite impatient: "well, this is my son. All right, you all go down and be busy! I have something to do with my son."

Lingtian woke up immediately after hearing such familiar words: "old man, why did you come so early?"

With that, Ling Tian nodded to the lobby manager, took the snake skin bag from his hand, affectionately hugged the old man's shoulder, and the two walked towards the room.

He said to the old man that he was his own father. He had no opinion. He was a teacher one day and a father all his life. This is not just talk.

"It's not cool at night. It's OK to hurry at night. If I have to be hot in the daytime..."

Before the old man had finished his words, the door of the presidential suite had slammed shut.

"Manager..."

The service lady looked carefully at the lobby manager whose face was equivalent to constipation. The lobby manager just felt unlucky today. She met such a wonderful flower in the morning.

"Just admit it. By the way, write it down and hang the loss of this carpet on the guest's room number. By the way, when they check out, they should carefully check whether the facilities in the room are damaged."

The lobby manager finally gritted his teeth and told the service staff in the corridor a few words. Then he turned and left. He kept muttering: "the richer the people are, the more they buckle. Obviously, his son lives in the presidential suite and wears such rags. It should be good to see their father son relationship."

The waitress wanted to laugh, but finally she didn't laugh. They had never seen such a strange guest.

The dark cigarettes lying on the carpet seemed to laugh at their ignorance.

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