C230 Vinegar on the ground

"Junior martial uncle?" "Hahaha!" Hou Qingling shot a glance at Bai Su, and haughtily said, "The smelly old man has already been dead for nearly a year, where did my Junior Martial Uncle come from? Furthermore, when that stinky old man is here, I also don't care much about becoming his disciple. Even if he really did take this woman as her disciple