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He was more like a popinjay.

Bu Yuntian found someone and quickly walked toward the stairs, avoiding the youth in front of him.

"Did the words that young master said in front of the Jiang manor just now prove anything?" Bu Yuntian walked forward and didn't want to get too close to him. Although the person in front of him gave off the feeling that he was calm, he still felt that he was deeply hidden. He felt that he had seen everything, and just didn't want to bother with him.

He took a sip of the tea in front of him and said to him, "Young Noble, do you want to try out this Bodhi tea leaves? Although this is a land of fireworks, this tea leaves are not bad, is this your first time here? It's more like a baby. " He joked.

"Young Master, do you have any evidence to prove that it was moldy porridge?" Bu Yuntian was once again asking a question and was not affected by his words. His purpose in coming here was for this and not to chat with him. Plus, he didn't want Jiang Wen to bear this kind of crime, he wanted to find out whether it was real or fake.

"Hey, wouldn't you know if you go tonight to those people who just ate congee?" Back then, when I advised them, they didn't listen. " After saying that, he no longer cared about Bu Yuntian. He was sipping on his tea alone and looking at the people below.

Bu Yuntian felt the same way. He felt that he should see for himself whether it was the porridge or not. Why did he look for this person and even enter this place that was filled with smoke? Bu Yuntian was a bit annoyed. He did not go downstairs and directly jumped down from the open window and disappeared into the street.

The blue-clothed young master behind him only sipped his tea, appearing as if he didn't care about what was happening. Amidst the sounds of laughter, it was as if he was the only one left in this place.

The people who had toiled all day went home, and the beggars found a place to stay for the time being.

Bu Yuntian was standing at the entrance of the temple. The useless door was broken open a few times. Although it was closed, the situation inside could be seen clearly.

Bu Yuntian looked inside with a pale face. The few of them first stood there with their hands covering their stomachs. The painful expression on their faces was self-evident.

"No, no, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the toilet." One of them stomped his feet back and forth anxiously.

"Just now, Ah Zhuang went in and we didn't come out. We didn't bring anything out either. "Just bear with it." The other man was not as impatient as he was, but the cold sweat on his cheek betrayed him.

"No, no. It hurts." A person who was squatting in the corner could not take it anymore and rolled on the ground.

"That's right, how could it be like this? Big brother, did we eat something strange today?" The man who was gritting his teeth and trying to get to the toilet squatted on the floor and started dripping with cold sweat.

"I don't know, uh... "It hurts." Another pain in his abdomen made him stagger and fall to the ground. He no longer had the strength to get up, and the others were in so much pain that they didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Bu Yuntian still couldn't believe it. It was obvious that these people were moving around together. Perhaps they had eaten something unclean that caused their stomachs to ache.

He turned around and left the place with a few light tap tips of his toes. He wailed in pain as he disappeared into the distance. Bu Yuntian stopped at the window of a house that was lit by a candle.

"Father, Father, what happened to you?" Wake up? "Father!"

The old man lying dead in the bed was the one who had taught the blue clothed young master a lesson today. He had personally witnessed him finish two bowls of porridge.