Yun chujiu and the others naturally followed them to the Thunder Disaster Valley.
Diao Shaoyan yawned and said impatiently, “It’s all my mother’s fault. I said I wouldn’t come, but she made me come. I’m suffering!”
The old man frowned slightly, one of the servants of San Jiaoyan said, “Second young master, Madam is also thinking for your sake. If the old madam knew that you came personally to look for the seven-leafed hollow grass, she would be very pleased. Haven’t you always wanted to get Shixue by the old Madam’s side? “Perhaps this time, Madam will agree when she is happy!”
When Diao Shaoyan heard San Jiaoyan’s words, his eyes immediately revealed a lascivious look. “What you said makes sense. All of you, pay attention. If you see anyone who picks the seven-leafed hollow grass, snatch it for me.”
Yun chujiu secretly curled her lips. Diao Shaoyan was obviously a good-for-nothing. If he did not rely on his family, he would have been beaten to death hundreds of times.