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Tang San had already expected that Little Tree would come looking for him.

Thus, he wasn't surprised.

However, when he walked out of the kitchen door and saw the young man standing there like a white poplar tree, he was silently amazed.

It was a good thing that the little brat hadn't grown up yet. Otherwise, his competitive strength would have …

It seemed a little big.

The waves of the Yangtze River pushed forward, and the waves of the former died on the beach and on the beach.

Just as he was thinking, 'Backwave' turned around and faced Tang San who was walking towards him.

"What is it? Tell me. I need to go back and see the stove." He was an adult after all, so he should at least have some dignity.

"You're taking Yun out of the Tang Palace tomorrow?" The little tree was not a long-winded person. He went straight to the point.

"It's your young mistress Yun." Tang San very patiently corrected him and smiled with the benevolence of an elder, "In the future, I will take good care of you for her. "Rest assured, although I can't say that I'm giving all of you a good life, I definitely won't lack anything. In the future, if you have anything you want to do or learn, I will do my best to satisfy you."

They were people that Yun Fei wanted to protect, and naturally, they were also people that he, Tang San, should protect.

This point, his thoughts were very clear.

The small tree, however, did not appreciate Tang San's heartfelt words at all. He wrinkled his brow, but his tone was still a bit hostile. "I won't allow you to take her away."

Tang San raised his eyebrows in amusement and looked straight at the stubborn and good-looking youth. "Why?"

"If you want to help her, then don't take her to the Tang Palace." The little tree pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind. He explained with a bit of difficulty, "She is more suited to be here, happy and free. The Tang Palace and everything else that it represented was too complicated and dangerous. I don't want the clouds to get mixed up in those things. "

Tang San's gaze dimmed as he calmly replied with a question, "How did you know?"

If it was really an ordinary child, an orphan child like Steamed Bun, who had no one to rely on and grew up in such a remote place, it would be impossible for him to say such a thing.

The small tree had heard of the Tang Palace, so it was not surprising. The Tang Palace's reputation was great, and Tang San had always known it.

However, very few people knew what the Tang Palace was about, much less what it represented.

Little Tree's words made him suspicious, but he wasn't too surprised. Perhaps this young man had been giving him a strong feeling all along, so he had subtly accepted his uniqueness.

The small tree didn't answer his question. It only pursed its lips even tighter. Its pale blue eyes flickered like ice. As the color went down, it looked like it was completely black — a strange black.

Tang Thirty-Six seemed to understand something as he probingly asked, "Have you been there before? What did you see, or what happened, in that place? "

"No!" The small tree suddenly turned its head and firmly denied Tang San's question. Moreover, it never looked at him again. "If something happens over there, do you have the ability to protect her?"

In that place where power was tangled, there were probably a lot of scruples.