CHAPTER 1121: 1199: TEMPER LIKE A DEMON

Ghost Artisan, Liang Yuening, but when he’s out, everyone calls him Ah Wu.

After a chaotic battle, Yue Ning glanced at the defeated minions lying everywhere, battered and clutching their bellies in agony, then coldly stared at that "old lady" with a face black as the bottom of a pot. "Mess with me again, and I’ll chop you up and feed you to Da Bai!!"

"Roar—!"

Suddenly, a tiger roar echoed, and a white shadow rushed over like lightning from afar.

It was a White Tiger. Who knows what good things it had been eating, but Da Bai had been growing stronger and stronger over the past two years. Originally it roamed the mountains, but at the start of the year, Yue Ning set a goal to build houses all over Dayuan. Perhaps Da Bai was bored of staying in the mountains, so it came out with Yue Ning.

This tiger, Da Bai, was becoming more and more spiritual. Previously, it heard Yue Ning call its name, and when it ran up to him, it cast him a suspicious glance before spitting out a bamboo tube from its mouth.

Yue Ning’s eyes lit up, and he swiftly grabbed the bamboo tube, unfazed by the tiger drool all over it. He opened the lid of the bamboo tube and wiped the drool onto his clothes before pulling out a letter from inside.

Upon opening the letter, his eyes widened: "Hahaha—!!!" Like a madman, he danced joyfully to the sky with foolish delight.

"Yingying is back, Yingying is back, Da Bai!!" Rushing to Da Bai, he hugged the tiger’s neck, feeling as happy as a child, "Did you hear, Da Bai? The lady is back, Yingying is back!!"

His eyes sparkled, and Da Bai nudged him, thinking: Spineless man, hmph!

The letter was sent from Pingchang Prefecture more than a month ago, but it took over a month to reach Yue Ning.

Liang Yuening ruffled his hair, feeling delighted, "Just right, Tianfeng Tower is almost finished. Once we finish things here, we can go home! I’ve missed Yingying, haven’t seen her for over half a year." Suddenly he felt a bit down and pitifully despondent.

Ghost Artisan Ah Wu, this man with a temper like a fierce ghost, always swearing and with an overwhelmingly brash character, had anyone ever seen this side of him, so small and boyish?

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

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Yue Ning had planned well, thinking that he would go home as soon as the houses he was working on were finished, but an unexpected incident occurred at this time.

The owner of Tianfeng Tower was a man with the surname Feng, who played a mean zither. Yue Ning probably lacked the innate talent in this aspect; Fengsu’s zither music was extraordinarily beautiful, but to him, it was like playing music to a cow.

That day, Yue Ning visited Fengsu, as he was there to collect the final payment. Tianfeng Tower had been successfully completed, and once he received the final silver, he could go home.

However, when he rushed to Fengsu’s place, he found him sitting cross-legged behind an ancient wooden zither table. Unusually, the zither enthusiast Fengsu was not playing the zither today but was looking at a painting, seemingly pondering something.

"What are you looking at!?"

Liang Yuening swaggered over to Fengsu, completely unconcerned about his image when outside. Only at home, in front of his wife, did he restrain himself, carefully concealing those coarse faults ingrained in his nature.

Fengsu looked up, "Just right, my old friend wants to renovate his ancestral home, and he has plenty of silver. This is a perfect opportunity to extort him."