Chapter 879

Jiangnan, Qixia Town, Hua mansion,

Amidst the water pavilions filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, the maids were playing.

Standing on the wall, Tang Bohu was observing Sister Qiuxiang, while Zhang Cheng stood beside him and said: "Hey, Nine-Five-Two-Seven, hurry up, be careful the Wu Zhuangyuan comes!"

"Oh, don't be anxious, I'll be done very soon!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Tang Bohu explained.

Hearing Tang Bohu's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth, because this old boy was very likely to be in trouble.

"Kite, the kite is flying over! Aha, a chance!"

Running over excitedly, Tang Bohu climbed up the tree and then took the kite down.

However, he accidentally fell from above.

Looking at Sister Qiuxiang and the others who rushed over, Tang Bohu took out the kite from his bosom and said: "Kite!"

But when they saw the kite was crumpled into a mess, they immediately turned and left in anger.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go!"

Chasing after Sister Qiuxiang and the others, Tang Bohu shouted, but in the next second, he bumped into someone.

"Boom!"

Staggering to the ground, Tang Bohu had just gotten up when he saw the Wu Zhuangyuan with a fierce look on his face.

Twitching his mouth as he looked at the Wu Zhuangyuan, Tang Bohu was about to explain when he saw the Wu Zhuangyuan make a fist-clenching gesture and say: "Kite? You're not sweeping the floor properly, but you're playing with a kite, right? Someone, tie him up..."

Following the Wu Zhuangyuan's command, the people around immediately hoisted Tang Bohu up.

Watching Tang Bohu flying into the sky, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but worry: "Steward Wu, if he falls, won't he die?"

"Don't worry, he won't!"

Before the Wu Zhuangyuan could finish his sentence, the original thick rope actually snapped.

Watching Tang Bohu fly away, Zhang Cheng swallowed his saliva and said: "Won't he die from this either?"

"This, this I don't know!"

Twitching his mouth as he watched this scene, the Wu Zhuangyuan also felt guilty.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Cheng vaguely heard some movement and subconsciously picked up a brick, because the transmission hadn't finished yet, so he could only choose this way to protect himself!

Lu Yan: Transmission hasn't finished? Heh, that's right, I was the same back then!

Zhang Cheng:...

Returning to the room quietly, Tang Bohu was bruised and battered. Just as he was about to lie down, he saw a brick flying toward his face.

"Boom!"

A roaring sound rang out, and Tang Bohu fell straight to the ground.

Lighting the candle, when Zhang Cheng saw clearly who it was, he awkwardly blew it out, then placed the brick under the pillow of the person beside him.

The next morning, when Tang Bohu woke up, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Zhang Xinzhi, did you see anyone hit me last night?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Tang Bohu asked.

"Didn't see it, you know, I always sleep very early!"

Looking at Tang Bohu seriously, Zhang Cheng hurriedly explained.

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Tang Bohu was stunned and said: "Really?"

"I swear on my reputation, believe me!"

Looking at Tang Bohu seriously, Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, although Tang Bohu felt something was wrong, he still said: "Good brother, once I handle Sister Qiuxiang, I will definitely bring you to eat good food and drink good wine!"

"Go for it!"

Making a gesture to cheer Tang Bohu on, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Because if he could handle Sister Qiuxiang, then the Wu Zhuangyuan could handle him!

Sweeping the leaves, Zhang Cheng hummed a little tune in the garden.

Actually, he quite liked this leisurely life, but it would be even better if Tang Bohu wasn't around.

Scanning with shifty eyes, he discovered Sister Qiuxiang and kept staring at her, refusing to look away.

Under such observation, if Madam Hua couldn't discover that this kid had a problem, then she would be truly stupid!

Therefore, Tang Bohu entering the Hua mansion was mostly Madam Hua trying to cure this guy!

In the afternoon, after eating, Zhang Cheng walked into the garden to water the plants. However, at this moment, his whole body was suddenly slowly enveloped by a force.

As his originally thin body gradually became sturdy, the pounding sound of his heart gradually exploded like thunder.

His eyes turned vertical, flickering like a serpent's eyes.

"From now on, no one is allowed to speak loudly to me again!"

Clenching his fists, Zhang Cheng felt the power surging in his palms and immediately felt heroic.

Because his "weak period" had ended; he, Zhang Mou, was back!

"Zhang Xinzhi!"

Just as Zhang Cheng was feeling the power, a loud shout came from behind him.

"Coming, Sister Sister Qiuxiang!"

Throwing the vow he just made to the back of his mind, Zhang Cheng ran over nimbly.

"You accompany me out later to buy some things for Madam!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Sister Qiuxiang took a pastry out of her sleeve and said: "Taste it, Madam rewarded me with it!"

"Thank you, Sister Sister Qiuxiang!"

Looking at the pastry Sister Qiuxiang handed him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but thank her.

"Good boy, you're still young, you must work hard. Once you earn money, go out and find a career for yourself!"

Pressing on Zhang Cheng's head, Sister Qiuxiang couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, I know, Sister Sister Qiuxiang!"

Hearing Sister Qiuxiang's instructions, Zhang Cheng also hurriedly nodded.

Because his current body really did look like a child's!

Even though the ancients often said that one should start a family at fourteen, that wasn't for normal commoners, but for wealthy families!

Coming out of the Hua mansion, Zhang Cheng walked beside the carriage as it moved forward.

When the vehicle arrived at a certain shop, Sister Qiuxiang got down and took quite a few things up.

Helping to move them, Zhang Cheng didn't expect that Madam Hua needed so much rouge and powder every day.

But thinking of Madam Hua's age, Zhang Cheng mostly felt that Sister Qiuxiang was buying them on behalf of the little sisters in the mansion.

"Purchasing agent in ancient times?"

Looking at Sister Qiuxiang, another image couldn't help but appear in Zhang Cheng's mind.

However, just as Zhang Cheng was thinking, a speeding figure came from afar and rushed directly into the sedan chair.

"Holy crap!"

Looking at this scene in shock, before Zhang Cheng could react, the other person had already dragged Sister Qiuxiang and rushed out.

Watching the other person snatch Sister Qiuxiang away, Zhang Cheng stood there dumbly and said: "It's daytime! This flower-picking thief is too bold!"

Speeding forward all the way, the flower-picking thief looked at Sister Qiuxiang under his arm and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Hahaha, little beauty, I finally found a chance. Tonight, you'll have a good time!"

"Help, help!"

Shouting loudly, Sister Qiuxiang couldn't help but become anxious.

However, hearing her words, the flower-picking thief teased: "Scream, just scream. Even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will come to save you!"

But just as the flower-picking thief's voice fell, he saw a figure appear beside him and say: "Throat breaks? Are you looking for me?"

"Hmm?"

Widening his eyes, the flower-picking thief was dumbfounded, because he had already pushed his lightness skill to the limit, but how did the other person catch up?

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

With one hand forward, Zhang Cheng pulled back fiercely.

"Clatter!"

A terrifying suction force formed, and the flower-picking thief's body couldn't help but tilt backward.

When Sister Qiuxiang lost control, Zhang Cheng supported her and said: "Are you okay, Sister Sister Qiuxiang!"

"I'm fine, but you?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Sister Qiuxiang finally felt that the current Zhang Cheng was different from the past!

"Leave this guy to me!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng stepped forward, his arm moving forward and slowly covering with a layer of golden scales.

"The Dragon Claw Hand has thirty-six styles in total. I wonder which style you can withstand?"

Squinting his eyes with a smile, Zhang Cheng's pupils turned vertical.

(End of chapter)